Romans & histoires Surrendering To My Mafia Wife

Continued: Yet I had two seconds to make a choice, two seconds that could give us a few minutes of salvation to escape to safety in the alley could provide and I was damn well going to chase that reality even if that meant Sven was the only one to get out of this alive with Bianca. My death was inevitable in my line of work, and I had to be okay with that even if that untimely manner hit me today. "Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now."

Alina's POV… “Please don't do this. Please. Please” I was screaming. My hands and legs were pinned to the floor while one of the men stood in front of me with his trousers pulled down. “You're too pretty to let go” he snickered and bit his lips as he ran his eyes over my body. ‘God please. God please help me’ I prayed. They were indeed very heartless. They wanted to rape a pregnant woman. “My husband is a mafia. He is the leader of the mafia in Italy” I said to scare them. I didn't really know what mafia leader Darren was. I just said what I knew.

… On a distant island in the Central Ocean region, I held Lorenzo’s hand while we took a stroll on the beach. The sun shone on my face. It was warm and bright. I never once thought about Damian. Only the weak felt regret among the mafia. The strong looked only to the future. As for me, I had long since become the queen of my own life. [The End.]

And the weight of what I had done. I sat on the edge of the bed, loosening my cuffs, stripping away the trappings of the husband I had pretended to be. The ring gleamed dully in the lamplight, mocking me with its permanence. Lia’s ring, her vows, her silent resentment—all of it bound to me now. But she wasn’t the reason I had agreed to this. The marriage wasn’t for her.It wasn’t even for me. It was for us. For him. The door clicked open. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Dimitri never knocked. He leaned lazily against the frame, his shirt half undone, his smirk still clinging to his lips from the chaos of the night. “Brooding already?” he teased.

It was as if the room was holding its breath, waiting for the next move. I took my place at the head of the table, standing tall and steady, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. The air was thick with anticipation, but I wasn’t intimidated. I had to prove that I wasn’t just the mafia king’s wife, I was his partner. I was capable of leading this family, just as much as he was. “What’s the first move?” I asked, my voice steady, calm, commanding. One of Daniil’s men, a seasoned lieutenant who had served for years, looked up at me, his eyes wary. “We take back the northern territory. Ivan’s supporters are weakest there.”

- As. — I also took a shot in the shoulder to get him to say yes. I won't accept a "no". — I get closer and look him straight in the eye. — My husband disappeared... I joined the mafia for him, I wanted to be free... free... — I laugh... — I wasn't. I trapped myself in this world for him. — I say without another smile. — And what I did to you today, I will do to anyone who refuses to do what I know is necessary to get you back. I'll do anything... but I'm a nice person. — I touch his face and take the dagger from the armchair. — Say "yes" and I'll come out as your ally; Say "no" and I'll make you great slut food. Simple... — I play with the dagger in my hand and look at Caccini. —What do you

I grabbed my smoothie from Nora and moved to leave, “Tell Dean he’s coming with me to the negotiation leave, Nora leave us.” His voice was cold, Matteo threw me a stiff smile as he turned to leave, “See you around, ma’am,” he said as he leaves. I gave him a wide smile. “I’ll be counting on that.” Only then did I turn to leave until my husband’s voice stopped me. “You seem to have far too much time on your hands, smiling at my men, playing friend, Are you that desperate for attention?” I turned slowly, my blood boiling, “Well, seeing as I’m just the mafia wife who all she has do all her life is to lie on her back and birth your precious heirs, yes, I do have time.”

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

I was shaking and I felt as if I would collapse right then. My fists stayed before me but I knew they wouldn’t protect me from him. He took slow menacing steps that left my tears pouring. “Stay away.” I tried to punch him as he ate the distance between us. He hit my hand, painfully slamming me on the wall. “Your husband would never believe you….” He ran a finger up my face. “Do you know what they do to suspected unfaithful wives in the mafia?” He pressed harder on me. “They kill them because the whores can not be trusted.” He breathed in my ear. “Don’t give your husband an option to take you out, you know he would kill you to free himself.” He licked my ear, and I convulsed in disgust, “And

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.