Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

At first, they were just hushed conversations in the background, but it didn’t take long for the words to start becoming clearer. "Did you hear? That’s Alessia, the wife of Leo, the Mafia Don." "Yeah, the one who got him arrested... What kind of woman does that?" “I'm sure she did it for money, no one had heard from her former husband.” I could feel their eyes on me, their judgment pressing against my skin like a thousand needles. My cheeks burned and my throat tightening as their words cut through me.

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?"

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

he says finally, his tone calmer now, but still firm, “the Mafia business is one thing, and marriage is another. Remember that you and I are all we have.” ‎His words land heavily. ‎“The lady you are going to marry… does she know that you are a Mafia Don? Can she rule as your queen? These things matter in marriage.” ‎“Master, don’t worry about all that,” I reply, leaning forward slightly. “When I marry her, I’ll tell her everything she needs to know and what she has to do.” ‎He narrows his eyes slightly. ‎“Okay… who is she?” ‎A small pause.

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigarette, and coldly ordered the doctor: "No anesthesia. Teach her a lesson. Get rid of it immediately." The cold metal instruments touched my skin, and despair almost drowned me. Just then— Bang! The doors to the operating room were kicked open. Two large men in black suits rushed in, instantly taking down the doctor and nurses. Immediately after, an elderly man with gray hair but a sharp, vigorous presence walked in. It was Luca, the Don's most trusted Consigliere. "I dare anyone to touch her!" Luca’s voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Marco froze, then frowned. "Uncle Luca? Did my father send you? Tell Father this is a family ma

Ave asked and Scar stood up. "Can you tell me why you're doing this?! Huh?? We haven't had s*x for days and it's killing me!! You know how much I'm addicted to you..." "Get rid of that addiction" Ace stood up. "What??....." "I'm married,not f**king you anymore,get that into your skull" Ace muttered and walked out. Scar blinked her eyes,looking so stunned. Did Ace just said he's married and wouldn't f**k her anymore??

Her voice was strong but sure as she carried on, “The women don't need a grand donation and a photograph in the newspaper. They need help every week.” Donatello slowly set the crystal tumbler of amber liquid beside his plate, without taking his eyes off her. Across the table, he studied Maria. He had spent almost four years believing he understood his wife because he knew her habits, her place in his household, and the duties she performed. The Mafia Don was beginning to realise that he knew almost nothing about the woman herself. “

At the end of the hall, candles burned inside a private chapel, their light catching on old bullet marks in a silver candelabrum. A side door opened from the chapel. A man stepped out with a rosary looped once around his gloved hand. One bead was cracked. His dark three-piece suit was immaculate, his black hair neatly combed back, his gray eyes cold and steady. Behind him, a guard carried a bloodstained linen cloth folded with ceremonial care. I knew his face. Dante Bellandi, the current Don of the Bellandi family. Rumor said he had inherited the family at seventeen and rebuilt a collapsing old empire through dock unions, private casinos, import companies, and negotiations no newspaper ever