Surrendering To My Mafia Wife 소설 & 이야기

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

His tone was calm to the point of atrocity. "That is a rival stronghold. We have to follow the rules. Since they want to talk, you will go represent the family." The Capo was frantic. "But Don, the Madam has no training, and her body..." "She is a Mafia wife!" Marco interrupted coldly. "She has enjoyed the glory and wealth for so many years; now it is time to make a sacrifice for the family." He walked up to me, looking down with a hint of impatient charity. "Stop stalling. It's the code of the Mafia. They wouldn't dare actually touch the Don's wife; they just want to humiliate me a little."

I had managed to calm him long enough to get him to sleep for a few minutes, but the second I handed him back, he started fussing again. I was already on edge. The moment my aide burst in like that, my expression darkened. “Have you forgotten the rules?” He looked ghost-pale. He could barely catch his breath. “Mrs. Moretti… something happened to Mrs. Moretti. The yacht she took to Emerald Isle exploded on the route.” My fingers stopped cold. The child was still making those small restless sounds in Sofia’s arms, but all of it suddenly felt far away. I lifted my eyes to my aide.

the doctor said an hour later, peering over his spectacles. The math was easy. It went back to that afternoon at the Palm Valley Polo Grounds. The day Santiago stopped looking at me like a contract and started looking at me like a man. He hadn't used a thing that night. I thought the suppressants I was taking were enough to keep the plumbing dormant, but the Rivera blood was apparently too aggressive for chemicals. How was I supposed to tell a Mafia King he was having a bastard with a ghost?

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

She stammered again. "Myself," I closed my eyes when I replied. "Wh... What?" She was shocked. "Yes. He wants me to be his wife," I replied, looking at her. "Tell me, you... You said... Said no," she asked, looking at me. "I said yes. He wants me to be his wife. So I will be. I will be the Mafia's Vengeful Wife."

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

He let them believe I was his in every way. I should have been furious. Instead, I was breathless. “You’re enjoying this,” I whispered, barely moving my lips as we passed a group of high-ranking Mafia bosses. “I enjoy seeing you like this,” he admitted, voice low. “You belong here.” I turned to him, something sharp in my chest. “I don’t belong to you.” For once, he didn’t argue. But he also didn’t let go of me. The night blurred into a series of conversations, tense negotiations, and silent power plays. I watched as Alessandro moved through the crowd like a king among wolves. Every word he spoke carried weight. Every glance he gave sent a message.