Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

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?”

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

I grab plates and start setting the table with her help. "You think I don't know that his name isn't Parker. Honey, I was married to one of the top lawyers in the country. A corrupt one at that. I know about almost all the gangs and mafia groups." She says and my mouth falls open. "But--" How the fuck does she know this. "His name is Alessio Marino. Don of the italian mafia, son of Felix Alarie and Gianna Marino." "Wow. You know more about him then I do. I just found out about all of that." I say looking at my mom in amazement.

I lifted my hips but he kicked me back down. "Please..." I cried out. "Please? oh please. You ruined my life the moment I married you. I shouldn't have married you. Papa made me do it." He said and bent to my level. He placed his hand on both sides of my cheek and held it tightly. Next, he gripped my neck and I choked on my saliva. I couldn't breathe properly. "Lo...Lo...Enzo..." "Look at me." He demanded. I did as he said. I looked into his deep, blue hair. There was no doubt he was handsome only if people knew the type of man he is in secret. What was I expecting? I got married to the most dangerous mafia in the world.

" I am found alive on the shore, people find me, I reunite with my dad and we become very low-key, he says he's quitting Mafia, but of course the consequences will follow, he has no protection anymore and his enemies are after us, me in particular. He sends me to new york to get a degree, I go to Harvard, get two degrees and was going for my masters when he calls me back home and I meet a wedding dress and a wedding card, my wedding card. A wedding was planned for me to marry Amber, I fucken freaked out" "Wait, your marriage with my brother was not consensual? you too look so in love", I said because it was so unreal, they act like all this cute I* couples. "It wasn't, I refused and my dad s

The boy replied still with his head bowed. "I see. Tell me more." He enquired as he rubbed his beards. "She is married to Don, a dangerous and ruthless Mafia lord and they got married today." The boy announced. "Do you know if she willingly married him?" He asked turning slightly to him. "We don't know of that yet." The boy replied as fast as he could. "Gather more information about this Don guy, I want to know him more." The boss said as he swivelled his chair to face the boy.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

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.

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, the heir to the Mafia, told me to give my title to another woman and become his mistress. So I left my wedding gown on the floor and chose to marry the Don. If I couldn't be his wife, I would become his Madre. "Miss, Mr. Lorenzo is here," our maid, Maria, announced as she pushed the door open, her voice trembling with excitement. A personal visit from the heir was an honor.

Elena waited anxiously back at her apartment to return home. She knew Aria would have questions, and Elena wanted to get them over and done with as soon as possible. Elena sighed. She had really done her best to keep her civilian and mafia lives completely separate. Yet, somehow, her best friend had ended up married to Don Ferraro! Joshua was right about one thing: fate sure was funny sometimes. Elena decided to keep her mind off things by texting her husband. She went into her room and renewed her search for her phone.