My Mafia Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I was shaking and I felt as if I would collapse right then. My fists stayed before me but I knew they wouldn’t protect me from him. He took slow menacing steps that left my tears pouring. “Stay away.” I tried to punch him as he ate the distance between us. He hit my hand, painfully slamming me on the wall. “Your husband would never believe you….” He ran a finger up my face. “Do you know what they do to suspected unfaithful wives in the mafia?” He pressed harder on me. “They kill them because the whores can not be trusted.” He breathed in my ear. “Don’t give your husband an option to take you out, you know he would kill you to free himself.” He licked my ear, and I convulsed in disgust, “And

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

~ ° ~ ° ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi y'all 💗 Just wanted to brief you guys on who Ivan and his wife, Sophia is. They are the main characters on my first Mafia book (Don't worry, it is a standalone and these characters are just making a brief appearance). It is a love story between a billionaire heiress and a Russian Mafia boss. For better understanding, I will try to see if I could get my editor to let me publish that on here. Thank you

Marciano’s hand suddenly tightens around her waist, pulling her back against him, deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine. “Did you need something?” he asks, his voice calm, bored…like I’m an interruption. For a moment, everything slows around me. I never expected him to defend me, but to publicly disregard me like this? Earlier today, Marina had told me about how keeping up appearances is important not just for their family but for the mafia as a whole, and that’s why no one ever gets a divorce…yet my husband— As if things can’t get any worse, the atmosphere grows heavy and claustrophobic, as the stares of everyone closes in on me. My ears ring, my lungs close up and I suddenly can’t brea

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face.

“You said it was urgent Nina, what about it?” “Well,” I drawled. “There's some bad news Javier. I know that the initial agreement was that I would marry Alceo and then we would finish him off, so you get to be the one in control of the Russian mafia too. And then then I get to rule beside you as your wife.” “So,” he looked at me closely, piercing me with his gaze. “Alceo has been dethroned by the elders of the house. And power has been given to his brother Uri,” I stammered at my last words, hoping that he wouldn't do something irrational to me.

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.

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

"Mom, it can't be. It's impossible, it would never happened–" "It already did," dad cut me off. His eyes look at me with disappointment and disowning. "If you're planning not to tell the Warrens, it's too late, I already told them about your condition but that doesn't mean you'll end your marriage with Hugo. Everyone will know those children as his." He took out a cigarette and lit it up even before he could stride towards the door. But even before he could open it, he gave me his last remarks that made my whole body chilled and frozen. "And besides, I don't want any people to know how my own daughter seduced her husband's brother. And besides, I don't accept flirts in my bloodline."

"What could possibly be worth trading his daughter?" Rafael paused at the door, glancing back with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "His life. His empire. Everything he's built. Its either you or that." He tilted his head. "You should be flattered, Seraphina. He values you quite highly." The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my new reality. I am getting married. To Rafael DeLuca. The man I loathed.