Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife Novels & Stories

But just then, the world tilted. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The protective barrier around the Phoenix Court, the one my mother had sealed with a fragment of her very soul had shattered. "That's impossible," I whispered. No demon beast, no matter how powerful, should have been able to breach it. Not unless…there was a traitor. Franz and I rushed out. The clan was in chaos. High-level demon beasts had invaded. A fledgling Phoenix, barely ten, was pinned beneath the foot of a boar-beast. She was moments from death.

“Careful, Mrs. Phoenix. Monsters don’t tolerate ingratitude.” --- Dawn bled through the curtains as Stephanie stared at the ceiling. Leon’s side of the bed lay untouched, his suitcase gone. A knock. The housekeeper, Marta, hovered in the doorway, her gaze darting nervously. “Mr. Phoenix left for Dubai. Indefinitely.” Stephanie’s hand flew to her abdomen, the secret pulsing beneath her ribs. *Four weeks along*. Marta hesitated. “The family… they’re asking about you. Genevieve wants tea in the parlor.”

"By the way, who is the Phoenix girl, uncle?" However, Ye Mo was not able to answer because suddenly, his face paled. He had just spread out his divine sense to look at what that little brat was up to; however, what he saw terrified him. He suddenly stood up and was about to escape the room through the windows when Little Yin returned, pulling with her a tall and beautiful lady in a red phoenix gown. "Old Mo, your wife is here! She came to eat dinner as promised!"

It was all because of her. Yes, it is known that she is an assassin and a spy, but what kind and her deeds remained a puzzle from people’s knowledge. It’s the same reason everyone keeps on underestimating her. And I hate that being with me puts her life in so much chaos. She was doing well without me. None of the people in the underworld pay mind to her existence. Now she is known as the wife of Klaus Martinelli and this new word going around that she is Vicente Suarez’s daughter puts a permanent target mark on her head. Two powerhouse organized crime families joined because of her, a tie that cannot be broken so easily.

C21 – OTHER MEN'S WOMEN Lucy entered the ladies' room, splashed cold water on her neck, and tried to calm down. "It was just a dinner. One night. And soon it will all be over." The truth was, she wasn't used to that kind of situation. During her marriage to Ezra, he'd taken her out only occasionally, and while she was with her family, she'd stayed away from her grandfather Alaric's parties. She'd never liked the mafia—but fate seemed determined to keep pushing her into that world.

I was building a life, a life that was not about debts and secrets about the land and the people I cared about. I touched the handle of the door. My hands were no longer the hands of a woman who was tied to the Phoenix. They were the hands of a gardener. As the night got darker I realized that the biggest threat to the Phoenix was not a killer or a lawyer. It was a woman who was not afraid to get her hands dirty. It was a woman who was not afraid to live her life.

she said to herself and rose to see the moon deep into the night. Growing up in a family full of boys, Devon has to be the yes woman in the house together with her mother who can't seem to say no to his husband. Her life revolved around pleasing everyone especially her father who only eyed her as a human being that will strengthen the stronghold of the mafia group to the 16th district by marrying her off to Joffrey, her father's one devoted friend and the number enemy of Damon Druft, the cold and cunning leader of the Magista group.

Annizah’s eyes sparkled with joy as she gazed at her child, her heart swelling with love and contentment. Vincenzo stood a few feet away, his eyes softening as he watched his wife and child. The man who had once been cold and indifferent, hardened by the harsh realities of his life as a mafia boss, now felt warmth and tenderness he had never known. Annizah had changed everything for him. She had melted the ice around his heart and shown him the true meaning of love and family. He walked over to them, his steps slow and measured, savoring the moment. As he approached, Annizah looked up and smiled, her face radiating happiness. Vincenzo’s heart skipped a beat, the sight of her smile always hav

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

"Alas, what is she talking about?" "You heard her. This woman is my wife and R. S' Czarina. We'll deal leniently with you, just this once. If you try to hurt her again, know that there will be a consequence." Alas, girded his arm on my waist and walked me inside a palace-like estate. A sluggish laugh ushered as Alas and I settled our feet to the black marble floor of the estate. Alas, keeled his eyes. "I saw what happened outside." The man whom I assumed was his father based on the uncanny resemblance of their features preferred me his hand.