My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love Novels & Stories

After I was kidnapped by my Family’s enemies, I was left with severe PTSD. I couldn’t stand the noise of intense sound. On our wedding day, my husband, the Mafia Don Andre, swore before God that he would create a world of silence for me. For five years, he never wore any device that made a sound. He even ordered that no gunshots were to be heard anywhere in Sicily, losing several major deals because of it. Until my best friend Alice returned to Sicily and openly played rock music inside the estate. The terror of being kidnapped came rushing back. I crawled onto the floor, begging and apologizing over and over. Tears mixed with the blood running down my face as I kept hitting my head against

His marriage is still legally maintained with the woman who doesn't love him, and the original contract is still counted, and 25% of the shares are still occupied by them. Winston Barrymore never thought about forcing them to death or completely breaking them off. After all, when the other party helped him, he only looked at this matter, and his kindness in this life was still owed. It's nothing more than being a bachelor for life. He's a bachelor, so it's easy to find someone to go to bed and vent. Not to mention there are so many people crying and crying to be his partner and climb into his bed. Winston Barrymore began to think, what is love after all these years? Can you be a full meal or

I'm my husband's nationality. Now I feel so relieved knowing that I never gave into Nikolai's awful demands to divulge secrets about Dante's mafia. We Italians stick together. "Is that a tear I see?" Vanessa mocked. "Even your real family hated you. They abandoned you right from birth. You are not wanted anywhere. Your real family abandoned you, your foster family doesn't want you and husband wants to kill you. Wow. So refreshing" Leila added with a dark smile. I ignored them both and cleaned my tears swiftly.

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Taking my chin above between his fingers, he pulled my face towards him. I shook my head in no, " Um, why are you doing this? All this happiness? " I asked, lowering my eyes. " I like you, You're my wife." He said. His hot breath was brushing my skin, " You're not hopping around. I'll see you later. Dad wants to see us. " He kissed my forehead. For a second, I thought he would say. I love you. Whatever is this. It's not an obsession. This marriage is proof of this. I'm trying to go with the flow. I don't think I can deal with his mafia life and people.

Jack is a gentleman, even using a flower to hit a woman, Jack has never done it. "Yes, if you say it casually one more time, I'll hit you." Jack looked at Millianna with an angry face, the more he looked at Millianna, the angrier he became. If not Millianna appeared in front of him, if she did not seduce him, would his wife ask for a divorce now? Jack's wife looked at the chaotic scene in front of her and laughed, she no longer considered Jack as her husband. present in front of her. Jack is just a shameless man. She was still standing tall like a mountain. She said.

Silence. It was held for a minute with none willing to speak first until Aurora's unintentional sob forced the Mafia to speak. "Are you okay?" his deep and enchanting voice startled Matteo. He immediately ended the call and switched the phone off. "Your husband seems to care for you a lot," began Matteo "But don't be fooled by such act my dear Aurora, because no man can ever love you truly." "You were built with good looks and a seductive figure which, apparently makes men crazy for you.The priority is just to get you on their bed Aurora,the Mafia is not an exception."

She tried to push me away, but I pressed my body closer to her. “Uh-ah, I told you. Someone will take care of them. Don’t worried about them. Tonight you are mine, love. I refuse to share.” “Why are you always trapping me?” “Because I know this is what you loved.” “I beg your pardon?” “Admit it, love. You loved it this way." "Hey, mafia. Stop it right now." She wriggled but the smile on her face didn't go unnoticed. "No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love."

For five whole years, he guarded my bedside like a dragon guarding a treasure, never crossing the line. "Elena, I'm not in a rush." He always looked at me with those deep blue eyes, his voice low and sexy. "I will wait until you are willing to accept me." Finally, at last night's victory party, looking at this man whose eyes held only me, I leaned in and kissed his lips. In that moment, I completely let go of the past. ... Palermo, Sicily. A negotiation determining the fate of two major Mafia families. Sitting at one end of the round table was the man I once loved as my own life—Marco.

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.