Surrendering To My Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

She doesn't even know if she has a family anymore after she'd done what she'd done. Daemon stopped in front of a church and removed his jacket. He's wearing a simple dress shirt underneath. He opened the door for me and held my hand. "D-Daemon? What are we doing here?" The man started walking while pulling her hand. "I don't need a fancy wedding, Devon. Never liked that but for your family to recognize us together, I have to marry you." He looked at her torn dress and white face. "You're good enough." That day, she married the mafia boss and the rival of her father and she then became Mrs. Druft.

A moment of silence passed between them before the mafia boss spoke again. "How about this deal? Drop the case against your ex-wife—" "How do you—" "Wait! I'm not done talking yet!" The mafia boss's voice rose a little, and Jeff felt embarrassed. "As I said! Withdraw the case against your wife, and annul your marriage. It's that simple. I know, and you know that your wife is innocent," said the mafia boss. I was shocked by what the mafia boss said to my ex-husband, I did not expect that their deal would end there.

A sign that Hazel's journey was over. Although the entrance and exit gates loomed large in front of her eyes, it didn't occur to Hazel to go any further. She didn't want to put her life at risk. Once she heard of a friend who tried to escape, the same day he returned in the form of a dead body. Every person in the main house was planted with tracking chips so there was no escape for them, including Hazel. She realized that her entire life was dedicated to serving a mafia that she had never even met in person. "It's quite cold this morning," Hazel said as she tightened her white coat.

My son was in the hands of the enemy, and my wife was taken from me like a mere object and given to someone who only wanted to use her as a trophy. “Do you know why the Italian mafia elders turned against me? It’s because I cannot be controlled. I refuse to be, and I despise control,” I spat at her, and her eyes widened. “My cousin can't even manage the mafia like I can; he simply lacks the necessary skills. While he has the potential, going to war would be dangerous for me. He has the entire mafia family supporting him, and as you know, the men are not pleased. Clarissa is my wife, and your daughter is merely a stand-in; you know that. We can end the marriage, and I will move on. This way,

And nope, she wouldn’t be dropping the fact that they just murdered someone. “No, but others do” Xavier answered still watching her like she would be trying to escape in any moment from now, he was right too, she would be escaping, just not in the way he thought. “It’s alright, everything is fine, you are a Mafia Leader, I’m your wife, you are familiar with drugs, guns… your fellow Mafia… groups traffic women, you kill people. It’s fine” she said and the next thing she was falling into a pit of darkness, escaping reality. She had just fainted and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to wake up.

A human who realised that he's equally weak in front of all the circumstances, but could do anything for our family. "My... My baby?" She muttered. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes. "Our baby is alright," I responded. She smiled, and I touched my forehead on hers. "We... We're going... going to be a... a happy family from now on," she weakly muttered. "Yes! Yes! We will, and I have made a very important decision now," I spoke. She looked at me. "I'm quitting being the Mafia Lord. I'm quitting being the Demon. I'm leaving the underworld," I announced.

I could relate to it. Sierra tried to explain her side of everything that happened, but I didn’t want her to. After we finally got home, I told her I wasn’t mad, and that was the truth. However, I wished I had found her sooner. In the mafia, your wife was more than a trophy to make you look good. She was living proof of your capabilities as a leader. If your wife looked miserable, your empire would be miserable. If she looked satisfied, you wouldn’t be lacking as a leader. If she was kidnapped under your nose like mine was, your people have every right to question your ability to protect them.

Instead, there was something in his eyes that I'd never seen before, and it looked to me like he was begging and pleading with me instead. He was begging me to go back to him. I looked at him just then, blood now flowing out of his arm to his wrist, and yet, he still wasn't aware of it. He was the mafia Don, now standing in the lobby of this Grandavian hotel and begging his ex-wife to go home with him in full view of everyone else. This was the first time I'd ever seen him like this in my seven years of marriage to him. However, it was too late.

"Alright. I'll cancel it for you, then." I ended the call. No one needed to know about my funeral either. All of a sudden, footsteps came from the other side of the door. I looked back, only to see Zachary Hood standing at the doorway. He wore a flawlessly-tailored black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tattoo on his wrist—the symbol of his mafia family, nicknamed "The Falcons." He held control over the underworld in this city, and he was also an ally of the Gardner family. More importantly, he was my husband.

The woman was tall, elegant, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back and lips curved in a smile too perfect, too knowing. “Isabella,” Adriano said, turning to her at last. “You remember Gianna Moretti?” Her name hit like a gunshot. Gianna Moretti. Of course she remembered. The daughter of the man her father had betrayed. The family that vanished when the FBI came for them. The ghost of Chicago’s old blood feud—now standing in her living room, alive, beautiful, and looking at Isabella as if she already knew she’d won. “Of course,” Isabella managed, forcing her lips to curve. “How could I forget?”