Married To Mafia 소설 & 이야기

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.

I asked curiously as I had a seat with my baby in my arms. “Yeah, I was away for a while on a business trip and I'm back now”. Our conversations halted as our breakfast was served and Matteo joined us. We had a happy family breakfast and I felt as peace watching everyone of my family. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ FOUR MONTHS LATER~ Sofia pov~~ Today was one of the most important day of my life. I was getting married to the love of my life today. I couldn't believe anything but I was forever grateful. If someone had told me that I would be here today getting married at age twenty with my daughter and to a Mafia boss.... My Mafia man. I would have hit the person's head with a frying pan to stop the person from h

“Dude, that’s adultery!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not. Eunice and I are not marrying each other for love, anyway.” “But you’ll be married, and every affair within the marriage is adultery,” he said as a matter-of-factly. I raised my brow. I don’t know why he’s into this adultery topic. I don’t like it. And besides, it’s not like Eunice and I are really getting married. This is a business marriage—a pragmatic one—so, it is just for papers.

He started from the worse case to the lightened one. “I don’t know what to say…you’re brain amazed me.” she chuckled as she was totally amazed at how Lium’s mind works regarding serious cases like they were suddenly facing in their life. It was supposed to be just simple married couple life but being married to a CEO and a mafia boss - things really can get out of hand. “Thank you.” he smiled adoringly to his wife. He kept loving his wife especially whenever she smiled. “But babe, we still need to be prepared and undetected that we had this plan.” she said and Lium agreed then get up from his seat.

“Huh? That ex-wife of yours?” Vasco frowns at the request. Everyone knows that Hector sent Scarlett to jail and absolutely hates her. He picks up the newspaper from a table and reads the front page. The picture of Ryder Rochester and Scarlett D’arcy are on the front page with headlines “Ex-Socialite marries the Mafia!” Huh? This is interesting, he thinks. “I’ll-” He’s about to say when the doorbell rings. To Hector’s chagrin, Vasco hangs up the phone.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

“Why are you not giving up on me? There are far better men beside me. You were arranged to marry a man. Why don’t you marry him.” She attempted to gag. “I would rather die than marry that old man. You know what the rumors around him are?” “I’m not interested to know.” “You should because it concerns my security. They said that he was into drugs. He is a member of a mafia organization. You know what a mafia is, right?” I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to marry him.” She stood and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to marry someone like him! I don’t want to marry a criminal.”

— I love Sheldon. I just smiled. — How long have you and Enzo been married? —No, we are not married. He has a wife in Napoli. Me and my big mouth. - I understand. “Like you and Signore Ravazzani,” she continued, as if I needed further explanation. — No, I understand. —Mafia men were not known for their monogamy. —More prosecco? Standing, I took the bottle to our table and filled our glasses. Just two mafia lovers, hanging out on a yacht, drinking together. It happens every day, right?

I inquired, not quite getting a heads up on what she's saying. "I know you know that Alexander is a mafia Prince and my husband, the mafia king. You'd probably be thinking I'm the mafia queen, right?" She let out a soft laugh and I snorted with a smile. "Well, I am no mafia queen, honey. I'm just married to a mafia king and don't get me wrong, I didn't know he was a mafia until after I had married him." She looked down at my fingers, gently caressing them. Some strands of hair fell over face and she elegantly tucked them behind her ear.

I was married to Alexander for years, and I couldn't get used to it”. “Why did you marry him?” I asked. “My father made me,” I saw her blink as she spoke, “Most marriages within the mafia are like that, I'm not Italian. But my father joined the mafia very early on, so he became one of them. When I was eighteen, it was announced that I would be Alexander De Luca's wife.