Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

I loved him too. “ But he still wants to push through with the wedding. It's a marriage of convinence,he has to.” I picked up another glass and gulped down the burning alcohol.“ Why ?” “ He…he didn't tell you?” I creased my brows.“Tell me what?” She heaved a sigh.“ He is in the Mafia,we both are.” My eyes widened.“ I knew about him but not you.” “ I couldn't tell you because it was confidential but since we both got involved with the same man then I guess it's only right that you know some things.” She explained.

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the

“You’ve conquered a man no bullet, no blade could ever break. And now… I’m ruined for anyone but you.” Rhian smiled, her heart full, and nestled closer into his chest. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He chuckled low, his arm tightening around her, pulling her against his heartbeat. “Careful, love. When you mark a man like me, there’s no turning back. You’re bound to me now. Forever.” She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Forever sounds perfect.” The Mafia King, the man the world feared, held his wife like she was the only thing that mattered. And as sleep finally claimed her, Damon lay awake a little longer, watching her, vowing silently to protect her from everything—incl

"Try having your head slammed to the floor." He sighed, then placed his arm around my shoulders before mumbling, "Scusa. This is my fault. I shouldn't have kept you hidden." I leaned against him without saying a single word. Truthfully, I hadn't married Antonio for love. He was 20 years older than me and the Don of a mafia family in Chiron. He was powerful, but his hands were stained with blood. I had married him because my family needed his protection. And he had married me because he needed a young, beautiful woman to adorn his life.

I said. Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “You’re not in a position to say that.” He lowered his voice. “How much money do you have left? Do you really think the Bellandi family will treat you as one of their own? Once they’re done with you, you won’t even have a way back.” He glanced at the triplets, his smile turning colder. “Taking care of three mafia children, Evelyn. You’ll do anything to prove a point.” Matteo’s eyes went completely cold.

Now we are happily married. More false, impossible. The wolf warned him to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to retain the freedom to do whatever he wanted with his life. Otherwise, he would pay for it by becoming part of his vile circle of hitmen, thugs and ruthless men. He forbade her not to speak to Grace about his role in the mafia, however, she was free to express herself to him about her union with him as brothers, and our marriage now made them both brothers”in”law.