Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife Novels & Stories

Monaco was everything New York wasn't: clean, blindingly sunny, and quiet—a dangerous kind of quiet. The penthouse suite at the Fairmont was already furnished with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the azure water, but what interested me more was the security detail. The Giordano famiglia didn't do anything by halves. Two Soldato in impeccably tailored suits stood sentry outside my door, courtesy of their Donna. I set up my mobile office, three monitors humming with financial data. The Bellini accounts were still frozen, sending ripples through Dante's operations. His Capos were scrambling to cover costs, and the Soldati were getting restless. Debt was a tool; panic was a weapon.

And from what I knew of Phoenix, he definitely was one of the cruelest men in our circles, but Caroline probably had limited knowledge when it came to her husband’s business habits. “This isn’t wedding talk,” she said. “I hope this wedding will allow us to find peace, and I hope your brother will allow Simone to be close to his blood family.” “It’s up to Simone, but he is with the D’Angelo now. Don’t forget that.” “I won’t, trust me,” she said sharply. Her eyes followed her husband and my wife as they danced. Celestina was stiff in Phoenix’s hold. “Celestina is very tense around men,” I said.

the young lady greeted in a soothing voice and Omarion could only nod his head in reply, because he was still dumbfounded wondering if he had met the strange lady before. The young lady that just stepped into Omarion's office was no other than Phoenix who was cladded in a three-piece lilac suit matched with a light makeup giving her a bossy look. Phoenix smiled seeing how the man's eyes looked at her and she was happy that her makeover had worked out. After giving Isis scolding and taking out her anger and jealousy on Isis, now was time to play her game. Since it was already known to Isis that she was carrying Omarion's child even though she knew that there was no more baby she still decided

“None. These enemies are far too weak to handle someone like me.” “Boastful.” “I'm just stating the fact, wife. I don't want to bully someone weaker than me but since they dare to attack our home and dare to harm you, then it would be better to have them all die.” Phoenix said in a calm tone, making Evelyn almost slip out the word ‘psychopathic villain’. She almost forgot that his husband, Phoenix wasn't a villain but sometimes his actions, made her forget that he was not a villain like Marva and Patrick.

It was a rare sight to see Phoenix laughing like that. "Mr. Chauvin, you have a call. It's your wife." His secretary said and he gestured us to continue talking. He left the scene and my eyes started to roam around again. "Leave it to me, just enjoy the event." Phoenix said in a small tone and I turned to him. "Fine." I said and he walked away from me. I kept mingling with people as I observed on Julie. She was always with Finn and Finn kept introducing her to a lot of people. Not ordinary but hella rich people.

Phoenix and I had been so much closer than before. It was so perfect for me that I, lily, and Alicia would go on a triple date. I and phoenix went to the cinema, it was so fun and a thrilling experience for me that I was back with phoenix. For some minutes I noticed that Phoenix wasn't watching the movie. "What are you doing," I asked him "Am admiring my wife" cough cough "did he just say wife," she thought aloud "or won't you want to be my bride?"

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

Sophia Phoenix, heiress of the Phoenix family—one of the wealthiest families in the country—sat like a queen in her swivel chair inside the expansive conference room. Her beautifully pink-painted fingernails repeatedly brushed the soft strands of her luscious ebony black hair as she eyed the door nervously. Philip Phoenix, her husband, a business magnate and owner of Phoenix, the most valuable car company in the world, sat beside her. She and Philip had been together for twenty-four years, the same age their daughter would be if she were still alive.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Director Jones felt his old face had been completely lost, he didn't even know how to face Alexa anymore. The same could be said for scriptwriter Jack, he was down with regret. But the worst of all was the woman who promised to eat a piano, she had bet her dignity for a fake victim. "You two bitches made me do that?" The plumpy woman screamed as she threw herself at Susan and Elda. Susan reacted quickly by jumping out of her way but Elda got thrown on the floor. "Ahhh, get off me, you fatso,” Elda screamed as she tried to pull herself up but she had no luck against a woman who weighed over 200 pounds.