Romans & histoires Married To The Russian Mafia Boss

So she did. She left the city. Left the child. Left him. Bruno stared at the words without blinking. Russia. She had traveled there shortly after. According to the file, she married a man connected to a Russian mafia family. Over the years she learned their world. Their rules. Their violence. She became one of them. Trained. Hardened. Prepared. And then… She returned to the city a few months ago. No reason listed. No explanation. Just a sudden reappearance like a ghost walking back into a graveyard.

________ || Sancia ALEKSEEV's POV || " Dear Viktor.. please come back to me...I can't marry your murderer...I can't..." I burst into tears in front of Viktor's tombstone. It has been a long time since I visited here. Handling the position of the head of the Mafia wasn't easy for me. So many people betrayed me and tried to kill me but I became successful after a lot of struggles. Today they announced my marriage without taking my consent. Just because they were after their heir and I was no longer valuable to them. The worst part was that my soon-to-be husband was none other than my enemy, Vincenzo Russo. I felt relaxed whenever I came to visit Viktor. He was the only man in my life who treat

The contract wasn’t there. A sick realization settled into his gut, heavier than a thousand-pound weight. He had done it. He had handed Izora the wrong contract. The marriage contract. Instead of the work agreement. Instead of something harmless, something that would have been a simple formality. Instead, he had unknowingly tied her to Kaiser Eirian, the most ruthless mafia boss in the country. “Who signed this contract?” Kaiser's voice was low, almost above a snarl, yet it was the kind of inquiry that compelled a response. That was a demand, not a plea.

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly. Lyra turned, smiling. “You clean up nice yourself. No blood this time. Progress.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her close, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “Couldn’t stay away. I need to see you before everyone else does.” His voice dropped low. “Still sure about this? Marrying the former mafia king in front of our weird little family?” “Never be sure of anything.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting coffee and forever. “We earned this. All of it.”

Never did she imagine that her drunk self would lead her boring restrained life to be this exciting and dangerous. Apparently, she married someone who is a mafia boss or a gang boss of some sort disguised as a normal businessman. In reality, they weren't normal businessmen and she wants to know more about this family. She married the boss, so, she'll be bound by it for life. Ignorance won't be able to help.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

“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?”

"The reason why you got this job, was because I paid your manager to fire you so you can work for me. Because I needed you for a plan." What. The. Fuck. "Irina, my ex wife was killed in that car crash 8 years ago by your brother. It wasn't accidental, your brother's been working for the mafia since he was 18 and Irina's dad hired him to do the job." "What?!" "Irina is the daughter of the Russian mafia boss. She wanted to leave and that's why he killed her. When I was 18, my dad found me. He was the head of the Italian mafia but he was dying and made me replace him. To try and solve the ongoing war with the Russians, he made me marry Irina. The company is real but it's a front because we went