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21 All-day all Sophia could think was about her husband. Never ever in life, she thought that her life would take a three-sixty turn and that her husband would turn out to be NewYork's most dangerous mafia. Nathan left after eating the breakfast leaving her to ponder on this new profound fact..... She was scared, horrified, and above all shocked..... But she knew she had no escape. If what her husband claims are true then she really has no one to rush to and only have him.....

SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY. THE END _____________________________________________________________ Note: Hello, welcome back to this story. I hope you all are doing well. This is the next and the last chapter of the story I will be uploading more stories go through them and for more updates follow me I will see you in next story till then take care see ya Bye Bye

"Well yes, you're right." She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was now married to Raphael, and the thought made her heart race. To think that she signed those documents! "You tricked me!" she accused me. "It's you who didn't read the contract first," he leaned to her, "How is that my fault?" "To think that I would have to marry someone else, and to top of it, you belong to mafia," she asked and looked at him. "You trickster!" "Well, that's that. Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

" The thing is I was nor there for him growing up you know.... It's not easy being a wife to a Mafia, you don't get to choose your husband's and when you finally do have a husband you do not get to choose how you raise your Children. It was still our starting point in my relationship with my husband when I fell pregnant with Damian, he was very harsh with me as I had not accepted I was going to be his wife. I was constantly trying to ran away and things only got worse when I learned I was pregnant. I never believed in abortion so I knew I would be keeping the baby, he got even stricter after learning I was pregnant security got increased and I soon had to accept I was trapped. I had my baby

“I… I am just nervous. I don’t know how people will react to your announcement. I bet this will get to my father.” Daemon patted her head. “That’s my plan.” He gave her his one arm. “Shall we, wife?” She stared at Daemon’s eyes. They look genuinely happy like he has been really looking forward to this event. What happened? Did she thaw his ice cold demeanor? Or she guessed this is really the Daemon outside being a fearless mafia head. This is the man who promised to protect her and at the same time blackmailed her. She gladly held his arm and nodded. “Okay, let’s go, husband.”

"You may have nothing to say to us, but we have plenty to say to you, particularly on the subject of your future husband." Red hot fury rushed through her, along with the instinct to protect Jozef. "I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Moreau. If you want to speak with my husband," she stressed the word, daring him to point out her lack of marriage certificate, "then you can talk to him yourself." "Your husband is mafia; he's been taught since birth not to talk to the police. I want to talk to you because I think you will be more open to negotiation."

"What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do as your wife then?!" "Do whatever you can to make me happy." “I’m not a clown!” I yelled at him. "No, you're not a clown but my wife. It's a responsibility of yours to please me." Then he leaned over to kiss my forehead, slammed the door, and left me in the spacious dark room. *********** I got out of bed and made an effort to investigate the goings-on in this mysterious mansion. I have no idea what the Mafia is involved in, but in my head, they are just as nasty as any other criminal, out to get rich quickly and kill anyone who stands in their way.

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

she adds. Hmm! A man so awfully dangerous that she wants him for herself. I wonder if she has seen mafia dons before. Because if she has she would know just how ridiculous her claims sound. Weiss has been the sweetest man I have ever met. He isn't an entitled clown like Marcus. "So Weiss is a dangerous mafia that I should run away from but one that you're this desperate to marry?" I ask. "Well . . . my family is mafia too. That's why Weiss and I needed to marry. I have been a Mafia's daughter since childhood so I can handle him and those that he works with," she says.

"Alright. I'll cancel it for you, then." I ended the call. No one needed to know about my funeral either. All of a sudden, footsteps came from the other side of the door. I looked back, only to see Zachary Hood standing at the doorway. He wore a flawlessly-tailored black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tattoo on his wrist—the symbol of his mafia family, nicknamed "The Falcons." He held control over the underworld in this city, and he was also an ally of the Gardner family. More importantly, he was my husband.