Novel & Cerita Surrendering To My Mafia Wife

Refusing him could mean death for my brother and Aiden, but agreeing meant surrendering my freedom and marrying a man I despised. And above all else, I wanted those I loved to be safe from harm. After a moment of agonizing contemplation, I looked up, forcing a small smile. "Alright, Ricardo. I agree to your proposal." His eyes lit up with a twisted delight. "Are you being genuine?" he probed, leaning closer. I nodded, suppressing the urge to cringe. "Yes, Ricardo. I'll be your wife." As the words escaped my lips, I felt a profound sense of betrayal; I'd betrayed my love for Aiden. But if there was anything I had learned in the past month in the mafia world, it was that survival was the only

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

Tell him I was the one and Chelsea was opportuned to know alot because I told her. But I didn't. Not because I couldn't, but I was ready to meet death, and this whole Mafia chronicles? I was sick of it. Totally. I turned to Dominic as he sipped his wine and dropped the empty mug. “My verdict,” he said coldly. “Cierra? jail! Chelsea? Welcome to my world as you undergo the process needed to be the new Mafia wife. Samantha? you and your daughter will rot in prison! You should be fond of that place.”

"If you surrender to him, he will kill both of us." "You talk too much!" Face contoured with annoyance, Thomas twisted her hand, making her twitch in pain. "DON'T!" Weylin gasped, quickly kneeling in front of that man. "I surrender! Please, don't hurt her." "Ah...what a sight!" Thomas shuddered, feeling an unbearable wave of pleasure hit his body. "The great, unbeatable mafia leader, Weylin Turner, is kneeling in front of me!" His voice turning into a grim one, he continued. Looking at his men, he ordered them to hold the mafia leader in his position. "Now, beg Weylin Turner. If your begging changes my mind, I'll let your wife go."

She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling. Mom…James…Her mind is replaying the events of the past few years. Only yesterday, she was in jail, awaiting release. Yesterday, she was under the illusion of reuniting with her mother and living a free life. She was in her small, dready jail with the inmates, smelly and stinky. Her back was sore from lying on the hard floor. Now, she’s the wife of the country’s most ruthless mafia. She’s living in a mansion, lying on a soft bed, and smelling of roses. Her freedom is here.

Terror engulfed her every cell. He works for a mafia! "Yes, sweetheart. Standing infront of you is a mafia man. And you are constantly annoying this man with your budging. Now if you once again brought up this thing, or these words left your pretty lips that you don't want this marriage then yes you won't marry me for real. Do you understand me?" She just gave her a scared nod. Now it all made sense to her. She felt like as if drowning in a swamp. Her every attempt to get out of this mess, pulled her back with double intensity into that mess.

Domenico was awake and staring at the ceiling, not even turning his head to look at me. “I can’t feel my legs or anything below my waist.” He says, and my heart shatters into a thousand pieces as I hear the defeat in his voice. “My days of being a Mafia Underboss are over. I don’t want you to see me fading away, Sylvana, so you can leave this marriage if you want to.”

But I somehow manage to stop myself. "Let go of me." She says breathlessly, as she struggles to free her wrist but stills the moment I take another step and press her flush against my chest while lowering my lips to whisper near her ear. "I have worked for years to become the biggest mafia king in the entirety of the world, and I will not have you ruining that for me just because you were foolish enough to fall for me and that isn't working out so well for you any longer. Finally I am getting closer to breaking your father's empire bit by bit and even your brother with his tech genius can barely manage to scratch me, let alone wound me." She shivers when I press a kiss to the side of her nec

"Your father's men were working with you?" "Some." She smiled. "I knew to win against these two mafia teams was by having someone from my family in their team. So for the Italian Mafia, I had to send a spy in the name of a maid to the Lazza territory. She got too close to the Lazza wife and she used to put some pills in her drink so she could never bear a child." My eyes widened. "And you were okay with that?" She shrugged. "So, during that time, Lazza's wife opted to adopt a child. What the maid did not know was that it was not all about adoption, it was to send me a message by killing my son and taking my grandchild."

I had been forced to smile, to nod, to pretend like I was just another arm candy to add to his collection, but I was nothing more than a puppet—one whose strings were pulled at his will. Every part of me wanted to break free, to scream, to claw my way out of this gilded cage he’d built around me. But I knew better than to make a scene. I was the wife of Luca Moretti, the infamous mafia kingpin, and my actions had consequences—consequences that were far too terrifying to consider.