My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

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.

jerk!” she says in an undertone. How can she say that she loves him? She wants to express her feelings; she wants to open her heart to him, but it’ll just spoil his mood. The last time she did it, his expression just made her lie to him. It was not easy at all, and here he keeps saying that she hates him! “I’m not a mafia, and why do even I want to kill my husband?” He starts to laugh at her; she is just confused about his thoughts. “I don’t think you consider me as your husband?” “Oh, and for that, what have I got to do to make you think that I consider you as my husband?” “Everything that a wife does for her husband.” “I’m already doing it.” “What are you doing then tell me?” “I’m doing a

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."

My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage. He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage. "Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter." I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.

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.

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?"