My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was pathetic, here I was begging a man who clearly doesn't love me anymore. If we divorced, I had no where to go. We had been together for five years. My family was killed by a mafia Lord because of debts. Julian found me on the streets. He loved me despite his tough exterior and his position as a mafia leader. He was gentle with me when we first met. I fell helplessly in love with him and he did too. That was when we got married. Our marriage was blissful until two years ago when Julian became focused on having an heir.

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

When she fell in love, she was not yet seventeen years old. She was very innocent and did not understand the evils of the world. She saw things with a rosy look... At that time, he was a widower suffering from the departure of his wife and left a baby who was only days old.. Then she fell in love with this child. She became attached to him a lot, to be followed by his father's love.. and she married him despite her mother's opposition at that time because he was much older than her and to bear the responsibility of a child that was not insignificant.. and how right her mother was. Only a few months passed and she discovered the nature of his work.. he is Fabio Giovanni, the head of the Itali

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

He still annoys me though. "I can't be falling in love with that man," I groaned and rubbed my temples. There was no way he was going to return my feelings and it was going to hurt in more ways than one. I didn't want a one sided love. I'd rather chew sand than ever experience that again. But he is my husband. In the mafia, there was nothing called divorce. The only way out of marriage is death and I'm pretty sure Alexei has no time for love. But I know he still has meaningless flings.

It was during that time, in his bid to marry me, that Carter stood vigil outside the Falcone estate for half a year, sending flowers, gifts, and swearing he would treat me like a true Principessa. I believed him. I finally persuaded my father to relent, and we were married. After the wedding, Carter's rise in the mafia world was meteoric, thanks to the clandestine support of my family. I used my talents to help him launder his funds, step by step, and secure his position as Underboss. Even when he was being conspicuously close with Sofia, I made excuses for him, telling myself she was just a 'confidante'. But he didn't cherish it.

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

” He kissed the top of his wife’s bowed head tenderly, tipping her head back with his fingers as he looked into her eyes deeply and said, “There is only one woman I have ever loved, and that is the one in my arms.” Proserpina whimpered as she felt the fury in the captive’s gaze. She glanced piteously at her sons and then shut her eyes, leaning her head into her husband’s muscled chest. Piers, his broad shoulders heaving, watched his father as the Mafia Don reached into his holster and took out a gun, his semi-automatic handgun, the Desert Eagle. James Schwartz, who had accompanied them, flanked them and looked to his Boss questioningly. With an arm around his Woman, holding her shivering bod