My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love Novels & Stories

“What would I gain from lying to you, Amore mio? In fact I want us to be plain with each other. It tends to help relationships.” I don't say anything to that. My expression gives it away that I'm not buying one thing of what he said. “You see, this is where the story gets interesting,” He pauses for dramatic effect, rubbing his hands together. “Once upon a time, there lived an Irish mafia queen. You see, she loved her husband very much but he didn't love her as much as she did.” His voice drops to a whisper, “People say it was an arranged marriage. She was forced to grow into love with him but him? Never for once considered her feelings. It made this queen cry every night.” Damian tsks, “She

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

Tears streaked her face as she stared at the man bleeding out beside her. "He’s a monster," she choked out. "He’s… he’s a Mafia boss. That’s why I didn’t want to marry him! I was terrified!" The world tilted. My stomach twisted violently as nausea clawed up my throat. Kael Visconti. The man who had just executed someone in cold blood. The man who had promised to help me escape Austin. The man I had run to for protection. He wasn’t my savior. He was something far, far worse.

Chapter 111 Lucia’s heels clicked on the cemented floor, her lips stretching into a wide malicious grin as her mind reverted back to her dear husband, Enzo. Hers and Enzo’s marriage had been the usual for every successful mafia empire out there—an arranged marriage. Her father had used her as a tool to strengthen his own mafia empire. In other words, it had been a loveless marriage from her side. Enzo was respectful, loving, even caring, but all through these years, his love never managed to melt her heart. She couldn’t force herself to love him when she obviously felt nothing towards him, could she?

“This one on my left ring finger.” He offered it to me to put on him. I licked my lips, knowing the moment the words left me, I’d regret them. Roman blew out a breath, and it fanned against the back of my neck. “Why?” He asked My heart skipped a beat as the world before me blurred. His warm lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Electricity danced along wherever he touched. “Because I have a mafia man for a husband.” I held his left hand as steady as possible while chaos raged through me.

Who brought you here? "I drove down here myself. See, I'm not drunk" " I'll call Armando to come get you" " Matteo..." I held his hand. " I didn't want to kill her. I was pissed off with Rosa and you loving her, it annoyed me. I'm your wife, yet you don't even care about me. Care? You've not even accepted me as your wife. It hurts. I'm your wife and she's out of your life. I'm your wife...what can't you love me? Hold on... because I'm a mafia. Is this karma? Why? Dad lost moma because he's a mafia, at least he found love. Mum loved him but me...my husband doesn't love me"

But my husband has some deranged concept of loyalty to Enzo. It only solidifed what ever notions I had for Enzo. He was extremely dangerous exactly because of that. My husband even after being an experienced and successful person still hadn't been able to shirk of his devotion to a mafia leader. Why would my husband even care for what happens to a criminal? I know why because my husband was saved as a young adult by that heinous man. Once you love someone that young you could hardly forget it. I still wanted an approval from my family and they didn't deserve even a single drop of the tears I shed for them. I know I have this undying loyalty for them even now because first love dies hard. My

I'm the youngest of our three siblings, and I'm also the only girl, so they want to stop me from doing what I want. "Why don't you try to have a date first before you decide? Logan is such a nice guy. Just give it a try.” "What?! Daddy, no. He is a nice guy, I know, but I can't marry him. I don't see myself marrying a man." My voice started to shake, and I was about to cry. "Dad, I see Logan as a friend. I don't see him becoming a husband to me. There are many women out there who can love him better and be his good wife, but not me. I'm sorry.”

"Shall we go inside?" She gives me a sidelong glance before nodding. "You've come a long way. You'd better keep it that way." She sighs. "Now if only you could choose someone decent..." I ignore her words as I walk inside with her. She's never liked Kass, but that doesn't matter to me. In the end, who I marry is my choice, and I love my Kassandra Thorn more than anything in the world.

His lips quivered, his eyes dodging mine. "That... that was an accident... I already made her... handle it. The child is gone. For you, I don't want that child." As soon as the sentence dropped, the whole hall exploded. In the Mafia's code, children are sacred. To murder one's own bloodline for a woman is an unforgivable taboo. Several of the older Family advisors changed their expressions on the spot. A female accountant next to me slammed the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and cursing in Italian: