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A New York tabloid covering the underworld caught my husband, Don Antonio Vescari, fooling around in a parking garage with Lillian Shaw, the pianist he kept at the estate. That same day, everyone on the dark web started betting on how much I'd pay to make it disappear this time. After all these years, it was an unwritten rule in the Vescari family: whenever Antonio caused a scandal, I cleaned it up. From the balcony, I looked down and saw Antonio kissing Lillian, his arms wrapped around her. Through the cigar smoke, he even arched an eyebrow at me, amusement in his voice. "Cecilia, she looks most like you when I kiss her, eyes red and breath coming fast. I lost my head for a second. "Don't b

His tone was calm to the point of atrocity. "That is a rival stronghold. We have to follow the rules. Since they want to talk, you will go represent the family." The Capo was frantic. "But Don, the Madam has no training, and her body..." "She is a Mafia wife!" Marco interrupted coldly. "She has enjoyed the glory and wealth for so many years; now it is time to make a sacrifice for the family." He walked up to me, looking down with a hint of impatient charity. "Stop stalling. It's the code of the Mafia. They wouldn't dare actually touch the Don's wife; they just want to humiliate me a little."

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

"Just because I accidentally saw her secret ledger?" I pulled a bank transfer record from under my pillow. "Five million dollars, transferred from a Santoro family account to a Swiss bank." "The transfer date was the day before your wife gave birth." Alessandro took the paper, his face growing paler by the second. "This can't be..." "Alessandro, if your wife really betrayed you, why would she die protecting the heir of her enemy?" I looked at him. Alessandro began to tremble. "If she really loved Falcone, why wouldn't she have taken the child and run away with him?"

The guilt would hit Elena in the mornings when she sat across from Lorenzo at breakfast, watching him drink his coffee and talk about his plans to retire and take her to the Amalfi Coast. She felt disgusted. She felt like a monster. But then Dante would find her in the library, or the wine cellar, or the guest house, and the world would narrow down to the heat of his skin and the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. But luck in a Mafia house is a finite resource. One morning, nearly a year after Dante’s return, Elena woke up and felt the world tilt.

"Is he in the mafia, too?" "Yes." Massimo quickly snatched his papers from Aria—they weren't anything a civilian needed to see. Aria held up her hands in a placating manner. "Just trying to help, my dear husband. So what did this big bad mafia guy do?" Massimo wasn't in the mood for his wife's questions. "Nothing you need to worry about. I'll have it all taken care of." "That's my big, strong, tough guy," Aria said, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Aren't I so lucky to have you all to myself?"

Chapter 15 - I Am The Mafia *Natalia* Going into the house with Luca beside me I stop in my steps seeing who it is. Holy shit I think to myself my guy best friend cannot owe money to my husband you've got to fucking with me. I turn to Luca immediately. "Did you know?" I ask him. "Of course not," he says. So what are we supposed to do now "What I always do we kill him," he says without care. "Babe please no," I beg him he looks at my face and signs

I won't be consumed by jealousy then. "Do you even know what your so called husband did? Do you know what he is trying to do! Your dad didn't tell you but he has ties to the mafia! That's why our company has survived for so long and has been growing for so long! Your so called husband wants to take that away! Are you sure that you want him to do that? You are just going to sit back and watch that happen?" Houston asked Fiona.

Free, liberal, wild and unrestricted. Darryl smoked a cigar, legs crossed comfortably, one hand resting on the arm of the chair behind Regina. He and Kane were continuing the story they were talking about. Regina didn't understand much, but she vaguely guessed that he and his mafia gang had just made a surprise attack on another mafia group's lair. Perhaps the one being ambushed was the mafia group that broke into Darryl's mansion the night before.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.