Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

"Is he in the mafia, too?" "Yes." Massimo quickly snatched his papers from Aria—they weren't anything a civilian needed to see. Aria held up her hands in a placating manner. "Just trying to help, my dear husband. So what did this big bad mafia guy do?" Massimo wasn't in the mood for his wife's questions. "Nothing you need to worry about. I'll have it all taken care of." "That's my big, strong, tough guy," Aria said, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Aren't I so lucky to have you all to myself?"

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

His forceful lips weren’t lovable but it was clearly telling me I will always be his possession instead of a partner that he just now fake-promised. I’m now married to my rapist, To a Mafia leader. And most of all I’m now Mrs Armando Fucking De Luca.

"They treated me like a maid... Aunt Theresa... She hurts me whenever I do something wrong... She never treated me right! And guess what? I even had to marry someone I don't love just so I could save their family!...." Miss Rovan's eyes widened. "W-What? Y-You are married? B-But why? To whom?" " I married a mafia boss. Daddy owed him a huge amount of money and because he threatened Daddy that he would kill us if he don't give me to him, I had to volunteer myself and marry that man." "Oh, Eva... I'm so sorry, Eva... I'm so sorry..." "And now, that's the reason why I had to face all of these things..."

"—it's giving his rumours credibility." "I'm fine," I said automatically. "Are you?" Chloe pressed. "Because if someone is hurting you, or forcing you into something—" "No one is forcing me into anything," I interrupted, my voice firmer than I felt. Isabella's eyes softened. "Then tell us the truth. Who is he?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I say? That I'm married to a mafia boss? That I live in a mansion with armed guards and a traumatised five-year-old who calls me Mama?

He laughed and turned around, wiping the imaginary tear that fell. "Of course you are the wife to the shittest mafia boss in the city. He will come to save you. Rushing in like some kind of hero. Is that what you read in books? Ouuuu your savior.” Xavier stepped closer. "But he has no idea he's walking into his own death." My stomach twisted. "What are you talking about?"

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

"What don't I understand? Believe me I understand everything." "I've come to realize you didn't know...he never mentioned it, did he? Aiden is a Mafia boss. And if you saw him killing someone or people, just know they're people who had tried to harm you." This didn't make me feel better in the least. I felt worse! I married a Mafia boss with enemies waiting for the right moment to kill me. Like what did I ever do to them? Why can't this just right for once In my life? I won't be surprised to discover he killed his own parents because right now, everything is possible.

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.

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."