Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

But at the end of the paper, where the witness was written, it had my father’s signature in it. “Marriage?” “Yes, we are legally married in the eyes of the law. And your dear father, Viktor Carter, is a legal witness to our ‘marriage.’ Any questions?” “A ton! Why? Who gets married without their permission?” “Why are you shocked? Surely you have heard of arranged marriage or marriage of benefit and advantage?” “I am not getting marriage to anyone, much you, Mr.—” I looked down at the paper, and my eyes flew open. “You—you are Don Dante Romano?!”

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world that they could’ve had, they chose me; they wanted me.

My eyes trailed down his body, his chest was bare, His well-sculpted chest, trained abs, and packs were a pleasant sight to behold not that it was my first time seeing him without a shirt or like I was yearning to see him naked, the honest truth is I never get enough of him, I don't think I will, he's everything a woman can ask for and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him, but then he is mine, he may not have told me he loved me verbally but his actions show it, his body language, his thoughtfulness towards me, his loving gaze and gifts, the quality time he has been spending with me deepens my love for him each day. It feels like a fantasy sometimes but it's fucking real, I bagged a Maf

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

I sighed a relief. “He must have loved her lots,” I asked her on curiosity. “They were like so good couple but madam left him after a year of a marriage. The marriage wouldn’t bring much of happiness just because he was ….,” she stopped. “A mafia,” I answered. “How did you know that?” she asked me. “That’s because he told me,” I answered. She was shocked to the hell when she heard that. “Boss told you what he actually do?” she asked again and I nodded my head absent mindly.

Upon all the men in this world to marry, it had to be his enemy. He found out she was married just a few minutes ago but the fact that she was married to Xavier pained him the more. Why must it be him? Did she even know who she married? Did she have the slightest idea what monster she got married to? Or did he fool her into the marriage? Because no one in their right minds will agree to a marriage with one of the most ruthless Mafia on the planet. Jade ran after her husband's body as he was taken away from the waterfall.

Alex showed pure restraint, looking down at the slime on his sheeny red bottoms and then he took another deep breath before smiling again, “Well you’re married to one…now about that kiss?” She was prepared to bite him again, damn the consequences as she would rather die than let this man touch her. He saw the terror in her eyes and smirked, “Relax Olivia.” “Please take me home.” She pleaded one more time, “I’ll be your wife only on— “No.” He said out flatly. Right then, Olivia father’s words crossed her mind.This was no longer some random dream, neither a figment of her poor imagination—she was now the wife of a mafia boss, and her father’s plan whatever it was needed to come into action.

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse