My Mafia Husband And My Best Friend Stole My 소설 & 이야기

My name is Estella Savelli. I'm Severin Savelli's wife, and the Donna of the most feared Mafia family in this city. For ten years, I've devoted myself to managing his family's affairs and raising the two children he had with his ex. Then Valerie came back. His first love. The mother of his children. In just one week, she made my 16-year-old stepchildren, Lucien and Seraphina Savelli, forget who stayed up all night beside them when their fevers wouldn't break. Or how I'd pulled them into my arms when the shooting started and bled to keep them safe. The kids took her side fast. They helped Valerie frame me for stealing the Savelli family signet ring and selling secrets to our enemies. To punis

He lived in a Manhattan mansion with another woman for seven years, and he was interrogating me? I walked over calmly and took the papers back. "I was going to Europe to find a specialist for your mother's illness." "The divorce papers? Those are for Maria next door. She asked me to print them. Her husband hits her." Dario scrutinized me, searching for a lie. Seeing my face remain stone cold, the murderous rage slowly faded, replaced by that suffocating arrogance of a made man. "I knew it. A traditional woman like you? You waited eight years. You wouldn't dare leave me."

I knew he only said it because I looked so much like Riley, but I chose to believe him anyway. On the first day of our marriage, he told me that to escape the bloody underworld, his accounts had to be frozen. He couldn't touch a cent of the family's dirty money. I was so in love with him, I never cared about his status as a mafia heir. Starting over was fine. As long as it was with him, I was willing to do anything. So during what he called his "downfall," I lived in a basement, ate stale bread, washed clothes for mobsters in the dead of winter, and gave birth to Luca in a back-alley clinic.

Mia's eyes rolled back as she was being strangled, her hands weakly slapping at Hudson's arms. The scene immediately descended into chaos. The police rushed forward and struggled mightily to pull Hudson off and pin him to the ground. The lead officer walked up to Mia, pulled out handcuffs, and said coldly, "Stay still! Don't move! Mia Sullivan, besides being suspected of defamation, we've also found that you're involved in a major international commercial fraud case. "Those three years you spent abroad… You came back to hide because you were wanted for fraud, weren't you? Now, you're coming with us."

Victor Cordano was the youngest heir to the Sicilian Mafia, and I was his worst nightmare: the family's finance chief. Before the old Don died, he entrusted me with the books. I kept them with a Quaker's strict discipline. I slashed the budget for Victor's yacht parties, rationed his special-order cigars, and even checked the receipts on the estate's milk orders. A violent, reckless new Don against a stubborn stickler who couldn't be bribed or bullied. All his men figured he'd put a bullet in my head sooner or later. But the truth was, in a family where danger lurked around every corner, we'd been secretly in love for three whole years. The only one who knew our secret was my little sister,

My husband, Dante Vitalino, was the most feared Mafia Don in New York. He never tolerated anyone being late. Yet when it came to me, his wife, he always made me wait. Even when I went into premature labor, begging him to come save our baby, he only said, “Be patient, Elena. I’ll be there soon.” But he never came. Our baby’s heartbeat stopped while he was flying across fifteen time zones to celebrate his secretary Sofia’s birthday, making sure his wishes arrived at exactly midnight. When I told him our child was dead, he accused me of lying and demanded that I apologize to Sofia. He thought I would always understand him. That I would always wait. So I left our baby’s death certificate, a sign

I took her hands in mine and kissed both of them on the back. “Part of loving someone is opening up to them. What I’ve told you and am about to tell you, I have never told anyone. I’m just afraid it will be too much for you to handle,” I warned her calmly and she gulped. She nodded for me to continue. “You see, my mother’s husband is in the mafia.”

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.