Novel & Cerita My Mafia Husband Novel

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” “Watch my wife,” he murmured, tugging on my nipple and making me moan softly. Mallory was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, and then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world they could’ve had, they’d chosen me; they wanted me.

—Madeline— He tossed his shirt on the floor and pulled me into his arms. A chill slithered down my spine. I should be happy, shouldn't I? My husband was finally reaching out on our honeymoon. He nuzzled my neck, hands trailing down my back. I turned my face before he could kiss me. “God. You smell so good, cara.” Terror and guilt collided in my chest. I should want him. He was my lawfully wedded husband, and it was only right that I fulfill my duty as his wife.

I said "Oh. It's okay. I am AAarush Rathod. Brother of Ritvik Rathod. And I'm the mafia king. Of India and London " he said I sigh in relief. At least he was convinced. Wait what he said? He is a mafia! He is the mafia king! My husband is a mafia! What did I do to have a fate like this? God, why do you hate me so much? "Now now... Let me taste my delicious wifey," saying this. He brought me back to reality,

I pushed my hair back from my face with one hand and turned to face the mirror at the far end of the room. There I was. Disheveled. Flushed. My shoulder bore the faint imprint of his grip, my neck bruised by his tight grip, and my lips parted just enough to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pitiful. Messy. Silent. And this is me, Catalina Moretti–Lucchese. Wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. A man whose name carries blood and reverence. A legacy built on iron, fire, and fear.

His lips quivered, his eyes dodging mine. "That... that was an accident... I already made her... handle it. The child is gone. For you, I don't want that child." As soon as the sentence dropped, the whole hall exploded. In the Mafia's code, children are sacred. To murder one's own bloodline for a woman is an unforgivable taboo. Several of the older Family advisors changed their expressions on the spot. A female accountant next to me slammed the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and cursing in Italian:

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

"How did you manage to book this beautifully mesmerizing place in such a short time?" I asked, while still mesmerized. "Your husband is a mafia, so if you want, I can own the whole town for you, but if you get hurt somehow, well, that's not going to happen in this lifetime, but if a single scratch on your body and I will be the one to burn this whole fucking New York City."

He was a psychopath. I laid on my bed, with his men standing outside the door. I cried bitterly, as my chest clenched tightly, with my lungs forgetting how to work. I needed to escape this Hell hole, find the location of the safe house where he kept my boys, and I needed to act fast. I jerked back to reality when the door creaked open. Shivers ran down my spine as I looked up to see who it was- My ruthless mafia husband, Gustavo. “Who do you think you are to walk around freely in my mansion?” Gustavo Sneered at me, before sitting beside the bed. The bed which was meant for a happy matrimony, only reminded me of the countless times I was molested by this monster.

he narrowed his eyes, breathing over her lips. She swallowed before letting out a soft, “Hmm.” “Then I’m paying you in advance for two weeks,” he offered. “For two weeks, you’re mine and can’t see other men.” Her eyes widened in shock. No, that couldn’t be happening. She started panicking because she couldn’t afford to be in bed with her cruel mafia husband another night; two weeks were out of the question. And if she stayed longer with him, she feared he would sense her true intention and the secret she was hiding from him.