Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

“You heard me. Since when did the Ava I know wait around for a man to give her permission to do what she loves?” “It isn't like that.” I try to explain. Things are different now. I was bloody married for christ sake, but she cuts me off. “ Of course it is. What? A week as a housewife suddenly has you seeking that life? I thought you hated the idea of settling down and waiting around for a man.” “I do, it's just that things are different, more complicated.” “Complicated how?” “I’m married to the head of the russian mafia” “So?” She asks, puzzled, “what does that have to do with anything?”

He paused then continued, "Now, go get ready." "Give me a moment." Mariana said in a whisper. She was trying to process all what he had just said. Her mother who had died after giving birth to her was a daughter of a Mafia boss. "I need some time to think. To get used to this idea. We don't even know each other…" as she talked, her eyes filled with tears. "Did I break down your dreams?" His eyes darkened. "You were going to get married to the man you love?"

After some check ups, the doctor announces the condition of the Mafia Boss. "Señor just got a minor injury and nothing serious. He'll be staying for 2-3 days to run some tests, just to be sure. I'll take my leave." "M-Marcella… where's my amata?" He asks in a hoarse voice. "She's with that cursed child." Felicia, elegant cousin of the Mafia Boss, replies while looking at her newly polished nails. "H-How about her? What happened?" Enrico remembers the accident, the scenarios replay in his head when he heard them talking about Mariella.

"Moosa bhai will kill you if he came to know that you are even just entertaining this thought of escape in your mind," "I don't want this marriage. He is forcing me into this," she just said, helplessly. "First tell me the whole story behind this marriage thing? How so abruptly my brother decided to marry you?" She questioned, holding her shaking hands. "I saw him committing a murder in that basement...and he asked me to marry him if I don't want him to kill me," she replied in her tremulous voice, recalling that dead body. "Shit! It is obvious. Now, you might also know he is a mafia boss?"

and at the same time he shoots us. "No…" I shouted and suddenly hugged the mafia boss to protect him from my ex-husband. "Jenn… why did you do that?" the mafia boss asked, and he cried. "Because I love you so much…" I responded and my tears fell. ****** "Is it true?" I asked myself. I don't know if it's all true that Vito and I got married, and if it's a dream, I would rather not wake up.

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

I swore I’d never trust a man again. Then he comes into my life. Mysterious and dangerously handsome, he’s the guy who makes my heart beat faster and my body quiver in anticipation of his commanding touch. I finally feel safe…. until he barges into my home with armed men in the middle of the night and whisks me away with him. It turns out he’s the notorious mafia boss everyone is talking about, and he intends to destroy my neighborhood and take my home for his own gain. Worse, now I’m married to him because of a deal my dad unwittingly signed.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

He was the overall head of all the Mafia bosses in the country, but some like this Russo refuses to stay in check. "Get Aldo to track his current location. We're visiting Russo." ***** Meanwhile Back At Silver's Place. Silver lay on her bed thinking of what the future held for her, yes, she accepted to marry Luca but she wished she had found love instead of an arranged marriage. Silver was someone who had always believed in true love and happily ever after. While growing up she had watched a lot of fairytale cartoons, where the prince gets to love one princess for the rest of his life.

A leader expanding his empire into Nevada and the world in large, diversifying investments, playing by the rules of business. No one could have guessed that beneath the perfect suit was the son of a mafia don, his empire built on blood as much as capital. And all the while, his hand never left hers. When he shifted the microphone, when he turned to acknowledge applause, even when he leaned to answer a particularly sharp question, his fingers remained curled around hers. The moment that unsettled her most came near the end. “Mr. Moretti,” one journalist called out, “congratulations on your recent marriage. What advice would you give to younger couples starting out?”