Novel & Cerita Pregnant By The Mafia King

Marissa POV I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a moment of complete disorientation. Prison? No the sheets were too soft, the room too quiet. For three seconds, I thought I was home in Bel Air, that everything had been a nightmare. Then I saw the ultrasound picture on the nightstand and remembered. Chris was dead. Or not dead. I was accused of murder. Freed by a mafia prince's connections. Pregnant against all odds. Allied with a stranger who understood betrayal as intimately as I did.

It had a fantastic silver color and it was spiral binded. Morgan Stanley was sent out of the kingdom by his evil stepmother two days after his father and mother were ruthless assassinated by his stepmother and her lover, Damian shakes an important official in the kingdom who was a close friend to the late king.. Morgan moved out of the palace leaving behind his four months pregnant wife, Scarlett in the mercy of his stepsisters who were bent on making Scarlett smell hell. Scarlett a slave from the neighboring village that Morgan fell helplessly inlove with, began nursing her big plans to reunite herself with the love of her life.

“Okay, you can give me your phone number and I will save it to make sure you are okay.” Suddenly, I grab his phone to write my number there, I hope he can save me. “But Are you convinced if you're okay? Because since the first time I meet you, you look so sick and confused, that's why that car almost hit you.” “Are you convinced?” “Yes, I did, can you tell me about what happened?” “I'm pregnant, but this is not a baby from the regular guy, I'm pregnant the baby of Palermo's mafia leader, and he kept me, I can't go anywhere, but this makes me under pressure because he kept forcing me to stay and do anything he wants.”

And this renowned Mafia King crawling back from me as if I’d cooties was the most hilarious thing in the world. “Are you on drugs?” He glared daggers at me. I let my face fall and scooted closer to him. He glared harder. He looked ready to murder my next three generations but I wanted to drill a little more, “Luca, is there someone else?” He scoffed, “There is,” Paused and narrowed eyes at me, “Several women.” So he’s a slayer of hearts. Good for me. “Can’t I be one of them?”

“Because once I tell you who I am, there’s no going back.” “I want the truth,” she says. “Who are you?” “I am connected to an ancient mafia family,” I tell her. “We began in Rome a long time ago, to fight against police corruption. Over the years, we expanded and took on new business interests. I handle certain American operations.” I could tell her more, but I stop there. This is enough to see how she reacts. Will she panic? Or will she stay? She nods slowly, then meets my gaze. “Did you kill those men last night? Don’t lie to me, I’ll know. Did you?”

“So he still hasn't changed? And Isabella is there the whole time?” I nodded. My nod seemed to flicker something in Michael's gaze, disgust, or maybe something even deeper. He didn't say anything but I knew what he was thinking. After what Isabella told me, nothing about my dear father surprises me anymore. Horace King had poisoned my life in ways no one could even begin to fathom. He was a twisted and perverted monster, getting off on people's pain. No wonder his wife swallowed her pride and came to me for help. She wants him dead no less than I do.

her mother ordered. Cara left her mother's hospital ward, crying as she walked away. (Flashback ends). In her room, Cara couldn't help but cry as she recalled all of these painful memories from her visits to her mother. *** Upon returning from their trip, Sonia sat at her desk in her office as Nathan walked in, holding the file she had assigned to him. "Any updates?" she inquired. "Yes," he responded. Curious, she asked, "Who is he?" "He was a feared mafia king when he was alive," he replied, referring to the subject of the file.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

Could this be a big deal, I wondered? "We are the Blacks. Have you heard of Mercury Black, the mafia king? I'm his granddaughter. He passed the title down to my dad when he was ready to step down. My father is the mafia king now. We are here to investigate who has been embezzling funds from the so-called king of lycans and how rogues are infiltrating the kingdom. I've been at college, so we've been trying to get there, but obstacles keep arising. It always happens to one of us. We're used to it." The woman revealed this family connection, and I realized I had heard rumors about this mafia group in the kingdom. They were notorious and feared.