روايات وقصص ضمن My Broke Husband Was The Mafia Don

‘Well, since you’re her husband, I’m sure nobody in the mafia world will mess with you unless they were new in the field. “I feel it too. Anyway, take care of Barron’s money issue. I’ll pay you for the help.” he agreed and reminded his friend about his first plan. ‘Neh, I need my fun so I’ll take it as a payment beside, you’re the reason why I’m safe at the En Frit Familia. It’s my token of appreciation for what you gave to me.’

Who brought you here? "I drove down here myself. See, I'm not drunk" " I'll call Armando to come get you" " Matteo..." I held his hand. " I didn't want to kill her. I was pissed off with Rosa and you loving her, it annoyed me. I'm your wife, yet you don't even care about me. Care? You've not even accepted me as your wife. It hurts. I'm your wife and she's out of your life. I'm your wife...what can't you love me? Hold on... because I'm a mafia. Is this karma? Why? Dad lost moma because he's a mafia, at least he found love. Mum loved him but me...my husband doesn't love me"

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

I see my husband explode in a loud laugh and lie down, pulling me into his chest. “My love, we’ve been together for over ten years, and even though our friendship with the mafiosos is close, and we have some agreements, our life has never been based solely on the mafia…” I keep my eyes fixed on his, and we both look toward the door when Hassan enters the room and locks it to avoid being surprised by anyone. “Our life as a couple has always been part of the ‘First’. I was wrong not to accept that your presence was needed beside my mother, and I ended up betraying you. I was wrong when I broke my word and drank until I couldn’t distinguish my desire from reality…”

I was quiet, I understood and yet I was not the one that was lost at the age of eight, struggling to survive and then picked up by some random strangers, raised and then sold into a contract marriage to a devilish Mafia king only to be betrayed by someone you love. “Let's go." I said to him and he smiled. “Thank you." He told me stretching out his hand, I took it and he opened the door for me to walk through. " We'll ride in my car." He said leading me to his sleek black car. *** “You don't need to stand there and watch over me, I'm fine I won't commit suicide." I joked but the joke didn't sit well with Wave, it made him angerier and took him on edge.

I never imagined things would go this way. I collapsed onto the bed, the reality of it all sinking in. Marco, my husband, was deep in this ruthless mafia world, running the show. And this was how he dealt with mistakes—no mercy. A life meant nothing to him. If someone messed up, they were gone, just like that.

He laughed and turned around, wiping the imaginary tear that fell. "Of course you are the wife to the shittest mafia boss in the city. He will come to save you. Rushing in like some kind of hero. Is that what you read in books? Ouuuu your savior.” Xavier stepped closer. "But he has no idea he's walking into his own death." My stomach twisted. "What are you talking about?"

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

That day when your father visited you, I over heard your words with him. I heard him say how I was becoming your weak point and the enemies can attack you so easily.. I was confused about this and then I found out that you are in mafia.. I felt so betrayed.. We spent years together and right then I found out that my husband is in mafia.. I wondered why you never told me? But then I realized that my own family is mafia and hid it from me.. You probably thought that I knew it anyway.. I wanted to confront you..

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.