My Mafia Husband And My Best Friend Stole My Novels & Stories

My own hand was shaking so badly I was afraid she'd feel it. I turned back to my husband. "Say something. Anything. Tell them who I am." Lucien leaned back and spread his arm along the top of the booth. He looked at his friends. Then he smiled, slow and cruel. "Everyone," he said, loud enough for the tables around us to hear. "Meet my wife. She's very sweet. She cooks, she cleans, she waits. She waited four hours tonight, in fact, and now she's here to tell me off in front of my friends."

“You won’t hurt my sisters.” A brow lifted sharply. “No?” We locked eyes. I searched for any flicker of bluff, but he was a fortress. Yet even if he spared Mira and Luna, what about Papà? “And your wife—what does she say about you kidnapping a woman for your son?” “My wife died long ago.” A knot twisted deep in my gut. Had he killed her? Or was she a victim of some bloody vendetta? The mafia was a merciless beast—why Mama fought to keep us safe.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I made a phone call. "Help me erase every record of who I am. I want to disappear so no one can ever find me." My friend on the other end of the line was stunned. "Vivian, are you sure? You nearly died at your wedding to the Don. And your parents, in that fire... "And all of Chicago knows how much the Don adores you. You've been married for seven years. You're really just going to walk away?" I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. "Yes." "Why?" I looked down. A small bottle of massage oil sat on the desk. For seven years, Vincenzo had Bulgarian white-rose oil flown in every day to soften the burn scars on my body. Every night, he massaged it into my sk

Ethan Hall and I wrote to each other anonymously for three years. I didn't learn he was the heir to Fog Harbor's most powerful crime family until the day we met. Back then, everyone said an orphan with no connections, who made her living sketching designs, would never be more than a passing fling to him. But Ethan took my hand in front of the reporters. "Unless Nora tells me herself that she doesn't love me anymore, nothing is ever going to split us up." Later, we married. He waited outside the delivery room all night while I gave birth. When our daughter, Robin, fell seriously ill, he visited every church in the harbor district and knelt until his knees were too swollen for him to walk. I t

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,

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

Toby responds in a frustrated tone, getting up to leave while I stare at him with wide eyes. "I cheated on you, Toby. Archer initiated it, and I let it happen. I'm sorry. I understand this is a massive betrayal, and I know it means the end of our relationship. Please forgive me if you can," I blurt out, I continue staring at the coffee table, still avoiding looking up at his face. "Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-”

She even tried to step on me shoes with her platform heel boots but failed so I dragged her by the hand into a café which was a personal favourite as the owner was one of my mum's best friend. 'Jax baby how have you been.' cooed Leah as I walked in. 'I've been good, Leah how are you and your husband?' 'We're good darling. I see you have bought a female companion with you today.' she said smiling, clearly happy to see me out with someone other than my men. 'An addition to the family business.' Her face fell; she had hopes just like my mother that I would fall in love and get married and have children but this is the mafia. Love was a simple weakness that I for one as the boss could not afford

I'm not used to it, but I can't do anything, not yet. Who am I kidding, I can't solve this alone, Alek must intercede, my husband is the only one who has the power to help me in his hands. I hope I come out of all this unscathed, damn it, I can't believe I'm in this situation again. One day with my family, the next kidnapped by the damn mafia, who were also my husband's enemies.

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.