Mob Boss Wife Novels & Stories

Jessica asked when she saw something there. "Go. I'm waiting over there." Morgan pointed at a garden chair. "Wait for me. Just a moment." Jessica ran there, but she came back again. "Come... Come." She ventured to pull her husband's hand. Morgan stared in horror at his wife. Seriously, he's a mob boss riding that ride? Oh, come on, Jessica. There's no way. "Don't want to? Sorry." Jessica said as she let go of Morgan's hand. "You're getting cheeky now. Come on!" Morgan couldn't help but follow his wife up.

C7 – SHE'S MY WIFE LATER THAT DAY... When Eros arrived at Sonja's apartment, the door was already slightly ajar. As he crossed the threshold, she was already waiting for him: kneeling on the floor of the foyer, on a black rug, wearing a silk robe with a plunging neckline that revealed she wore nothing underneath—just black lace stockings, held up by garters strapped to her perfect thighs. "Welcome..." the woman whispered, "...Master." He walked past her without a glance, letting his jacket slide from his shoulders. Sonja caught it before it hit the floor but didn't dare touch him. She knew the rules. She could only touch him when he decided.

He wondered if there was a glint of pain in her eyes, but when he looked again, she still had the same annoyed, ironic look of the woman he'd married. Anger cut at him for her ability to constantly make him feel uneasy. He didn't say anything wrong. She was married for money, and freely admitted it. Why did she have to pretend to be the innocent victim in this whole mess? He forced himself to put the thought of his wife out of his mind and focus on the group of businessmen surrounding Hyoshi Komo. Eric felt an important factor in securing this Japanese man's vote. Interest. Make it fun for Hyoshi Komo, and Eric will get the job.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

My inner rage was flowing out and was bursting like a Volcano. "Who the hell is saying that???" "This manager." She nodded and I got near her. The female guard was holding her by her wrist. I shook it and pulled her closer. "Do you know who she is?? Do you have any fucking idea who are you blaming??" The manager spoke. "I am sorry sir but we have to do the checking of her. You don't know her." "She is My Wife. Selena Dhruv Singhania. She can buy this mall at the snap of her finger and trust me man you are gonna be for your job in the whole country and I am going to make your life miserable.

D On the other hand, Dia'smother was saddened and wanted to stop her saying after marriage a girl's only priority is her husband's family not business which she worked for years to be in a higher position. But her father-in-law was against this thought and thinks for a working and ambitious person their only priority stays with their business no matter what which Dia's dad agreed with him.

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world that they could’ve had, they chose me; they wanted me.

I asked. “Leave you alone? You stole the only man I have ever wanted and you asked that I leave you alone?” She moved forward, our faces slightly apart. “Just wait, Andrea. I will make you regret the very day you stepped foot into this office and the day you became Mr. King's wife. I will make sure I crush you slowly. Slowly!” She pushed me and went back outside. I held onto the wall for support so as not to fall. Rosie always looks for trouble where there is none

"Must be convenient, having your wife work at your company. Built-in dinner conversation." "It's not about convenience." "No?" He addressed his ball. "Then what is it about?" "She earned her promotion." "I didn't say she didn't." He swung, his drive perfect as always. "Just commenting on the optics." Grandfather wheeled forward. "Optics? What optics?" "Nothing," I said firmly. "James is just making conversation." "Doesn't sound like nothing." Grandfather looked between us. "Spit it out, Westbrook." James shrugged. "Just that people talk. Beautiful woman marries the CEO, gets promoted almost immediately. Some might call it nepotism."

"I need to see her before she leaves the company. There's no way I'm letting her out of my sight again." "Who are you talking about Sir?" "I'm talking about my wife damnit!" Damon snapped. "There's no way she's leaving my side again." Gabriel face twisted into one of confusion. "But Mrs Cross has not left the building yet, Sir." "Not that bitch! I mean Mrs Black. The CEO of MPK!" Damon barked as the elevator doors slid open. He stepped in and Gabrielle followed closely behind. "I don't understand Sir. As far as I know, Mrs Black has never been seen on social media. And it appears she has a boyfriend." Gabriel clarify innocently, not understanding his boss agitation.