Novel & Cerita My Mafia Husband And My Best Friend Stole My

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.

"I lost the only woman I have ever loved for a lie." Just then, Livia let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You think putting me under house arrest will solve anything?" She pulled a USB drive from her pocket. "I've copied the family ledgers. Everything. The money laundering, the records of your hits, all of it!" "You touch me or this baby, and this USB stick lands on an FBI agent's desk by sunrise." "Your entire family will be finished!" The Madre's face went pale. "You… how dare you!"

“What about my friend?” Hayle asked, pulling at her husband’s shirt as he had just returned to their safe house. She couldn’t fathom what was going through her friend’s mind, thinking he could become like the Mafia overnight. Just because he was here, he suddenly wanted to rival the men here.

“This is a joke. He’s my husband, and I—” “You don’t love him. Or do you want me to tell Kenneth McCarty that I know where you are?” Maria cut in. Naomi stood up. “Mason is my husband. Even if I had a rough past, I’m not leaving my husband.” She turned and walked out. Maria scoffed and looked at her assistant. “A rough past, she says. Yet she’s still in contact with her team to steal from my son. Send all you found to Mason. Let’s see if she can still say ‘my husband,’” Maria sneered.

“Instant leverage. It's the kind of blackmail you can retire on.” “Are you insane?” the friend gasps, her voice lower now. “Hannah, have you not heard the rumours? The man is in the mafia.” “Oh please, Lily.” Hannah snorts, “Those are just stupid rumours, he comes from immense wealth yeah, but mafia? That's a lie, the mafia doesn't exist.” “Better safe than sorry,” the friend tells her. “And you're not scared of his wife?”

Luca had been strange after waking up, she said, always polite, always guarded, never fully hers. "Sometimes I think part of him stayed in that crash," she said, trying to laugh. "He can be so cold. You know men like that, right? Mafia sons with too much pride and no emotional vocabulary." I held the mug with both hands because they wouldn't stop trembling. "Yes," I said. "I know." Across the room, Luca stood in the hallway and listened. I saw him in the dark reflection of the window. He watched me like he was waiting for me to accuse him. I said nothing.

Sooner or later, I’ll make you repay this a hundred times over! Amelia’s thoughts were filled with curses toward me. I calmly withdrew my gaze and let the servant beside me take away my coat. Originally, I still felt a little sisterly affection toward her and had even tried helping her cover things up in front of Donna Zillmann. Now it seemed I had been meddling too much. After all, Noah was the man she had schemed so hard to steal away. So why should I tell her that the gentle husband she admired was actually a violent pervert who liked hitting women in bed?

For five years, I believed my husband was a mechanic—until the day that belief shattered. On a luxury yacht, I saw him standing there with our son and my best friend, the three of them together like a picture-perfect family. That was when I learned he was the heir to a mafia family. My best friend was his fiancée. And my son called her Mom. I thought that was the worst betrayal I'd ever know. I was wrong. My best friend faked my son's kidnapping, forced me to my knees in a warehouse, and sprayed chemicals on my right hand, trying to destroy the hand I used to design. I left, burning with hatred, and boarded a flight to Milan. When we crossed paths again, my ex-husband begged for forgiveness,

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood seeped through the spilled red wine

My heart began beating faster. “You're saying Amelia's mother is alive?” “Yes.” “Where?” Marcus's smile returned. “That's what you have to discover.” Ethan stepped forward. “Enough games.” Marcus turned toward him. “I'm not playing games.” “You followed us here.” “I was following Mara.” Mara stiffened. “You were looking for me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because you stole something.” Mara's expression changed. “I didn't steal anything.” “You took Jonathan's ledger.” I looked at Mara.