روايات وقصص ضمن My Broke Husband Was The Mafia Don

I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess. It's not what you think; Carmen isn't a pedophile, but she gets off on some sick shit, just not little kids, thank fuck. As the wife of a mafia member, she holds a lot of weight. If I had disrespected her, then my uncle would have whipped me, yet I disappointed him when I allowed his wife to treat me as she did and still does. It was a never-ending battle.

He sealed off the entire stretch of sea and called in over a hundred ships to search the waters endlessly. Tony stayed by the water the whole time, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep. Within days, he became unrecognizable. He looked like a madman, with his beard unshaven and his eyes sunken. The media turned the tragedy into a frenzy. [Wife of the Gambinos’ Heir Jumps to Her Death!] [Grand Wedding Becomes Grand Funeral!] [Mafia Heir’s Love Story Ends in Tragedy: Why Did His Beloved Wife Took Her Life?]

“Like I said. If your husband didn’t tell you to go down, then maybe they have doctors treating him, and besides, you said it yourself, he’s a Siciliano.” “You didn’t ask why they brought him here, considering he was airlifted from the boat.” She shrugged and pursed her lips. “He’s a mafia. I suppose they have a secret sick bay or something downstairs with a stash of medicines. Or maybe the mafia has medical doctors, too.” The door to the living room swung open. My husband walked in. His features were soft, not even stressed, which was maybe a good sign. “Hey, princess.” He came to me to kiss my forehead. Then took a bottle of water from Quinton and drank it empty.

His lips quivered, his eyes dodging mine. "That... that was an accident... I already made her... handle it. The child is gone. For you, I don't want that child." As soon as the sentence dropped, the whole hall exploded. In the Mafia's code, children are sacred. To murder one's own bloodline for a woman is an unforgivable taboo. Several of the older Family advisors changed their expressions on the spot. A female accountant next to me slammed the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and cursing in Italian:

"Here are the things I want you to get. The kind of styles I like. Dresses, heels. And I like the color black. So make sure to Get black dress” She finally looked up at him. Then the note on the table "Why black?" she asked softly while staring at the list note He didn't answer that. He just stared at her. "One more thing," he said, his voice lower now. "My family is not the kind you usually see. They are not nice people. They are part of the mafia world too, you know what that means right?." He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and calm.. "I'm not taking you there to go and be emotional. weak, or innocent little girl. I don't want that. Understood?”

On the night I married the most powerful mafia boss in New York, he held me close and whispered, "My life is full of blood and violence. To keep you safe, let's keep our marriage a secret, okay?" I was so touched that I nodded. From then on, my husband hid my identity from the world. Down in the streets, nobody in the mob had any idea I was the Don's wife. I never thought his sick "protection" meant cutting me off completely. Four months pregnant and dead broke, I took a low-life gig dealing at an underground casino. That night, pushing a drink cart past the VIP suite, I caught my terrifying mafia husband, Marcello, partying hard with his inner circle. He was lounging lazily on the velvet so

"Sometimes, I find myself wishing to have a normal life and grow old with my husband, but it's just impossible. Giovanni was born into the mafia. At first, his father wanted out. But, since he was once a very powerful mafia boss, other mafias wouldn't let him be. He had to resume his position as the don. So, he subsequently passed the title to Giovanni not too long ago" ... " I heard that you were once in the mafia" Adelynn said to her husband as she fed him his meal on the third day of his stay at the hospital. He gazed at her for a moment, his eyes unreadable. "Why did you wait until today to bring it up?" He asked and she sighed. "I didn't want to upset you or anything. I just thought tha

I jump up from my seat and I go up the staircase. “It was Vincent Esposito. He apparently has taken over the entire operation after Alessandro’s death. He is the new Don and he is out to get us,” Kirill starts to explain. I freeze in my place, I know that name... Vincent Esposito is Lucas’ older brother! It all starts to make sense, I knew Lucas’ father died recently and I knew what my father told me about the Ivanov mafia killing the leaders of other gangs, I just never connected the dots. I can’t believe this! Vincent is the head of the mafia that is trying to murder my husband... does Lucas have something to do with this? I shake my head no, there is no way, Lucas has never been part of h

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

I said "Oh. It's okay. I am AAarush Rathod. Brother of Ritvik Rathod. And I'm the mafia king. Of India and London " he said I sigh in relief. At least he was convinced. Wait what he said? He is a mafia! He is the mafia king! My husband is a mafia! What did I do to have a fate like this? God, why do you hate me so much? "Now now... Let me taste my delicious wifey," saying this. He brought me back to reality,