Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

Too much pressure too quickly would send her running back to Salvatore. "Tell me about your husband," I said, changing tactics. "You must love him very much to remain so loyal despite the circumstances." "Nico is the kindest, most gentle man I've ever known. He sees beauty in everything, creates it with his own hands. When he looks at me, I feel like I'm the most precious thing in the world." "And now?" "Now he's fighting to recover so he can be the father our child deserves." The conviction in her voice was touching.

Nico leans in slightly, enough to threaten him. “This will be the first and last time you speak about my wife that way. You will give her the same respect you give me. Anything less, and you’re dead.” The man bristles, face flushing. Nico smiles. “And she’s right,” he adds, almost pleasantly. “Marrying me is her fucking contribution to society.” His eyes harden. “If you’re curious about productivity, go ask your daughter what her own contribution is, apart from sleeping with half of your business associates in Rome.”

"No. I had to employ the help of your annoying cousin for this one, and he told me seafood pasta was one of your favorite comfort meals growing up." My jaw hit the floor. "You spoke to Niko?" "I had the displeasure of doing so when I came to grab you some painkillers, yes. He's a pompous, little shit, and apparently detests anything that takes away from alone time with his wife. No matter that the call only lasted two minutes max." I winced. "Yeah, he's like that when it comes to Elle" "I figured."

I instructed and two of the men did just that. When the kids were led away, I turned to face Nadine, Matteo’s wife. “What happened that night?” I asked, anxious to know the truth. “What night?” “Please don’t play dumb with me. I’ve been told you were found on a ship, heading far away from here.” “I…I was going on a vacation. It’s been planned for months.” I scoffed. “How could you still go on a vacation when your husband just died?” I saw tears filling her eyes.

He snaps, his voice low, sharp, and dangerous. It catches me off guard, and I laugh softly. “Really?” I say. “That man is my husband, Nico. If anyone here is an affair, it’s you. Are you already forgetting?” He doesn’t answer. His jaw ticks. Satisfied, I lean back into my seat and stare out the window, watching the city slide past: tall buildings, busy streets.

“Those fucking pricks! They are trying to get my company to join a project with them. Oh, they will fucking pay. As for the whore that is my wife. Sis, you and Rebel can do whatever you fucking want with her. She is already dead to me,” Nico shouts as he kicks a chair into the wall. I’m not the only mafia Don who has legitimate business. Nico and Nate both work in the same sector and do business together. They are giants in their field. Then again, with a father like Antonio Moretti, they have to be.

he said, smiling sheepishly at Lian before turning back to Sienna. “My wife is pretty. I don’t want to think about anything other than her,” he said, then twisted his head toward Kai. His expression changed in an instant. “Not even you. I won’t think about anyone!” He practically growled the words, and at that moment Niko came in with Rosa. Niko dropped by their table, but Rosa didn’t even stop—she walked straight to another one. “Wow. Both husband and wife are drunk. Can someone take them home? I’m not looking after two drunk adults,” Niko said as he sat next to Lian.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

There was nothing new today except her story, and if I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with it. I clicked on it, expecting a photo dump of her free time, but all I got was a flyer for a gala she was attending. I had clicked on the next story, not caring much about it, but something overly familiar caught my eye, and I was tapping back. I had to be wrong; it couldn’t be… But it was, just as I had suspected. They were having a medical gala for gynecologists, and guess who was a fucking host? My husband. The man I was fucking married to, the one that had just made promises to me some days ago.

Seeing everyone’s attention turn toward us, Nico stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I know you’re upset, but today is an important day to announce the Luciano family heir. Be sensible. Don’t make a scene. “I promised to marry you. Don’t get carried away. I won’t go back on my word.” I almost laughed. Make a scene? Even looking at him felt like a waste of time. “You’re mistaken, Don Nico. I’m staying here.” Nico looked at me as if he’d heard a joke, his gaze sweeping over my clothes with disdain.