Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I'm even starting to think that he is with my Identification card, because for someone to pull that much string and make one person life miserable is still beyond my imagination. I was in a deep thought one day and imagined, if he didn't cheat and I married him, that practically means I would be done for, being a house - wife would even be the least of my problem. I'm just lucky he didn't send out assassin's to murder me, he wanted to take his sweet time and make me know what life without money taste like and to be sincere, it doesn't taste great at all. I slouched down at the house couch, and contemplated whether I should just forget about going to the Mafia leader and go on my knees and be

"Unstable. Knock him out. Let him sleep it off for a few days." "Yes, Donna." *** Leon was out cold for three straight days. When he finally came to, the room was empty. "Anna?" he rasped. Silence. Panic hit fast. He stumbled out, grabbing every soldato in sight. "Where's Anna? Where's my wife?!" One finally answered, backing up from his glare. "Donna Ferrante—no, Donna COSTA... she—she married the Costa Don. Wedding was half an hour ago. St. Mark's Cathedral. They're probably exchanging rings now..."

I canceled the wedding to the Sicilian Mafia don. The wedding planner was stunned after hearing this. “Are you sure? Mr. Moretti specially reserved an entire private island for this wedding.” I nodded. “I’m sure. He’s still accompanying his childhood sweetheart to watch fireworks over the sea.” For five years of our relationship, Luca Moretti had never let me suffer any grievance. He had shielded me from gunfire and once declared in front of the entire family that he would marry no one but me in this lifetime. Everyone believed that cold-blooded man loved me to the extreme. Even I believed it. Until today, when he said his business trip needed to be extended and he couldn’t make our

My fiancé, Luciano Marino, was the Don of the Marino family, and he was an extremely careful man. For the five years we'd known each other, he'd kept me on his estate outside the city. "Eleanor, you're my weak spot. I'll never let any of my enemies lay a finger on you." "The fewer people who know about you, the safer you are." So I'd never once appeared in public with him, let alone met his family. Three days before our wedding, I was outside the study when I overheard him talking to the butler. "Don, are you sure you want to schedule your wedding to Ms. Vanderhall for the same day, three days from now?" "That's right." "Then... what about Ms. Ashford?" He took a deep drag on his cigar. "Ele

A small velvet box appeared. "Adrian..." He opened it. Inside was a beautiful ring. "I know we already have rings." "This one is different." "How?" "There are no conditions." He got down on one knee. "Elena Rossi, will you marry me again?" I laughed through my tears. "You're asking me to marry the same man twice?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because the first time, you married a mafia don." "And this time?" He smiled. "Just a man who loves you." I wiped my tears. "Yes." He slipped the ring onto my finger. Then he stood and kissed me. No contract. No money. Just love.

"Your wife is exhausted, her home has burned down, and she hasn't had a proper meal all day." "Then I'll have food brought up." "And you'll stay with me?" His expression changed. "Always." She searched his face, looking for the familiar certainty he wore like armour. "Promise me something." "Anything." "Tonight, don't be the Don. Don't think about Luca, Vittorio, the mayoral election, or the men trying to kill us." She placed her palm against his chest. "Just be my husband." Alessandro covered her hand with his.

I jump up from my seat and I go up the staircase. “It was Vincent Esposito. He apparently has taken over the entire operation after Alessandro’s death. He is the new Don and he is out to get us,” Kirill starts to explain. I freeze in my place, I know that name... Vincent Esposito is Lucas’ older brother! It all starts to make sense, I knew Lucas’ father died recently and I knew what my father told me about the Ivanov mafia killing the leaders of other gangs, I just never connected the dots. I can’t believe this! Vincent is the head of the mafia that is trying to murder my husband... does Lucas have something to do with this? I shake my head no, there is no way, Lucas has never been part of h

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

She had given my father the one thing my mama wasn’t able to give him. A bargaining chip into the world of the powerful. The marriage between Donatella and Alessiano was quickly arranged and with in the next month they had rings on their fingers, allies rolling in from around the world and high ranking men and women who would do anything to prove themselves worthy of their positions. I had been married to my worthless wife, the daughter of some low down shipyard owner with ties to the Russians and British monarchy. A royal without a title and Russian mafia daughter who’s only chance at gaining anything more then some money and property was to take out her seven brothers and two older sisters

“Huh? That ex-wife of yours?” Vasco frowns at the request. Everyone knows that Hector sent Scarlett to jail and absolutely hates her. He picks up the newspaper from a table and reads the front page. The picture of Ryder Rochester and Scarlett D’arcy are on the front page with headlines “Ex-Socialite marries the Mafia!” Huh? This is interesting, he thinks. “I’ll-” He’s about to say when the doorbell rings. To Hector’s chagrin, Vasco hangs up the phone.