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But when he turned to me, his face a mask of guilt and indecision, I wasn't surprised. It had been this way ever since Livia got pregnant, hadn't it? He finally looked at me, his expression a mask of guilt. "Alessia… she needs me. The baby comes first. Everything else has to wait." I saw Livia's triumphant smirk over his shoulder. "Fine," I said, the word barely a whisper. From now on, she can be your real wife. "Get the car ready," I told the guard beside me. With two bodyguards and a skydiving instructor, I was driven by the family chauffeur to the airport, where we boarded a small private plane and flew toward the skydiving base in the mountains.

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?]

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

Massimo hated how much time and effort was spent to maintain relationships. It was just another reason to add to the ever-growing list of why never bothered to take up a lover. But now that he had met his wife in person, Aria was determined to spend more time together. It was like Massimo had taken up a second job. And while being in charge of the mafia was demanding, Massimo at least knew what he was doing. Massimo knew how to be the Mafia King, but he didn't have the first clue on how to be a good husband.

he chuckled, his eyes holding that dreamy expression that revealed how much he might have loved my mother. “That woman was stubborn as hell. As her work impressed me, I asked everyone to refrain from telling her I was the owner. The next day I asked her out, and much to my total shock, she agreed. After a few weeks of dating, I realized I was head over heels in love with your mother, but she might not accept my background. She was soon being used against me, therefore I had no choice but to tell her the truth,” he remarked. He gazed at me with adoration as he added, “She accepted me. We married, and you blessed us all within a year. I kept running my mafia with her beside me since she was a

"You marry a corpse. A man who doesn't believe in love at first sight, but eventually he fell in love to a woman he cannot disobey. Grayson isn't the prince in your fantasies, he's a deadly mafia who run very dangerous businesses around the city." "Why do you have knowledge about mafias mom?" I questioned, trying to joke but she's not kidding. "Because I married a same man. A mafia but lower rank one, afterwards he fell in love and we married because we love each other. However, fate planned this for me. Fate took my beloved, but give me a so marvelous gift." "Mom..." I murmured and my tears forming again. "Shh! Stop crying because it makes you ugly, Erika and if you wanna make him happy. Ob

Not the kind of family the mafia has but a bunch of friends that are considered family. Above all, I had a husband who loves me more than I do myself. THE END.

I questioned and he nodded his head. "Okay love, I will tell you if something is wrong, and know this as well, I will protect you from anyone that might hurt you.” "I know you will and I love you so much, let's go get our meat and change of plans, let's have it here so we can enjoy their music as well, let's try a little bit of a local love to our love journey,” I suggested and he bought the idea, the truth right now is that I doubt his words, is my husband among the mafia gang? He should at least tell me and I won't be offended at all, though I will be angry but I love him so much, that's all that matters right now.

“No. I love him. I accept him for who he is.” They exchanged looks. Then Dad finally spoke. “Your husband… is a Mafia emperor.” I froze. “…What?” The word echoed in my mind. “Mafia emperor…?” I repeated slowly. Everything around me felt unreal. My mind struggled to process it. “The man I love…?” I whispered. The man who held me gently… Who kissed my forehead… Who promised to protect me… “…is a Mafia emperor.” And suddenly… Everything made sense. **** LMCD22

The underworld of Chicago’s Italian power was alive again, breathing, plotting. And then she heard it. A laugh. Female. Familiar in a way that sent her pulse skittering. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes found her husband first. Adriano stood near the fireplace, a drink in hand, that cold composure etched into every angle of his face. But beside him— She froze. The woman was tall, elegant, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back and lips curved in a smile too perfect, too knowing.