My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love Novels & Stories

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.

He was beaming, his eyes wet with something that looked like relief. "You look like you just won the lottery," I said. "The party wasn't that successful." Lorenzo lunged forward and nearly crushed me in a hug. "Thank you," he choked out. I pushed him back, frowning. "For what? I didn't do anything." "Your husband is a man of his word." "I know that. I'm the one who married the bastard." "Never let him go, kid. He’s obsessed with you." "Why the hell are you telling me this?"

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?]

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.