Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.

The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly. Lyra turned, smiling. “You clean up nice yourself. No blood this time. Progress.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her close, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “Couldn’t stay away. I need to see you before everyone else does.” His voice dropped low. “Still sure about this? Marrying the former mafia king in front of our weird little family?” “Never be sure of anything.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting coffee and forever. “We earned this. All of it.”

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

She doesn't even know if she has a family anymore after she'd done what she'd done. Daemon stopped in front of a church and removed his jacket. He's wearing a simple dress shirt underneath. He opened the door for me and held my hand. "D-Daemon? What are we doing here?" The man started walking while pulling her hand. "I don't need a fancy wedding, Devon. Never liked that but for your family to recognize us together, I have to marry you." He looked at her torn dress and white face. "You're good enough." That day, she married the mafia boss and the rival of her father and she then became Mrs. Druft.

"Of course you do. I know you like the back of my hands, girlfriend. And hey, he is a mafia boss. Just like in your stupid books, which I am so happy got burnt as well." I scoffed in disbelief. "You literally got what you have been wishing for," "I know, right? I thought the same thing." "But it is twisted. No, scratch that. It is forbidden." I heaved a sigh. "Girl, he is MARRIED. He clearly loves his wife. That is why he fucked her at that pool. I mean, he has been fucking her, but he decided to do that at a pool, which is fucking romantic." I furrowed my brows at her blunt way of saying things.

I certainly didn't want to live with them acting like a married couple. “It's been four years Antonio. Four good years,” I muttered, tears flowing non-stop. I couldn't believe he was throwing all that away. What was I expecting getting married to a Mafia boss? I knew deep down that something bad was going to happen. But not this way. Not this manner. Not this marriage! Antonio and I had been married for four years. I needed someone to invest in my business so I made a deal with him. We fell in love. I fell in love.

"Just so you know, he's not just a member, Madame. He’s actually the leader of the organization." If I thought I was shocked before, this was on a whole new level. What had I gotten myself into? Marrying Marco was already strange enough since I knew so little about him, but now I was learning all this stuff about my husband? I tried not to let my anxiety show. Instead, I nodded like everything was fine, even though my mind was in total chaos. Marco, my husband, is the boss of a mafia! "I’ll leave you to it now, Ma'am. If you need anything, just let me or Renzo know."

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.