روايات وقصص ضمن Surrendering To My Mafia Wife

“Thank you. Our marriage is going well,” I replied with a blatant lie before showing him a bright smile. Our marriage was going so well that my wife had risked her life climbing out the balcony to make her escape. Just thinking about Dahlia’s foolish attempt at making as escape gave me a headache. I watched as everyone headed for the door after the meeting came to an end. By that time, I had been sitting way too long and it was a miracle that I could still feel my feet. I knew that I had to go outside and get some action before being stuck in the office turned me into an old man.

“You are my heir now. You need to look like it. Own every room you walk into. There must not be a single sign of weakness in you when you face them." "Them" included Dante, it included Viviana, whom I now sought for with my eyes around the crowd, it included all the men in tailored suits who watched from the side of their eyes, waiting to see the stuff I was made of. So I pretended I did, like I owned the room. The whispers started almost immediately, brushing across my skin like cold fingers. “Sierra De Luca is back.” “Back from the dead?” “I heard she survived an assassination attempt.” I ignored all of them and greeted the Mafia lords and business partners lingering around, offering polit

She calls out from the door. “Don't worry Glinda, you don't have to remind me. I will never step foot into this wretched house to beg you or your whore of a daughter”. I enter the limousine and shut the door. The car drives off. Damien's POV “Sir, please. I will return every cent I took. I have a family to feed, please don't do this”. Marco pleads. He is tied to a chair. He is bloody, after being beaten to an inch of his life. He was in charge of my boys in the underground casino downtown, he had been embezzling funds from me for almost a year.

His usual gentle eyes were now filled with a madness I didn’t recognize. “From now on, there will be no Moretti family, only the Conti family! The mafia can only have one king!” He said, leaning closer to me. His scent overwhelmed me, and it made me feel sick. All I could think of was hoping that my parents would be able to escape safely. I didn’t want my wedding to be the most painful day of my life. But he seemed to have misunderstood my silence. "Don’t worry, as long as you cooperate, you’ll still be my wife. I'll make sure you're treated just like my mother. You'll always be the queen of the mafia king."

“Years back, we had been harassed because we didn’t have money, and we lived quite a soft life away from luxury. I got an offer to work with the Mafian. I took the opportunity because what was life without power and authority? My wife here was in disarray. She didn’t support my decision, and it was majorly because of you. In her words—you were too soft and couldn’t handle anything in that line. Even after reminding her of the pain we had to go through, she chose you over me. This brought me pain, because… you weren’t even our biological child. How could she want you over me? How could she love you so much to want to go to so much length for you?” “…Then… slowly, I started to threaten her wit

A bald Capo with a fleshy face was the first to raise his paddle. He threw down his catalog, his greedy eyes raking over my body. "Don, forget the antiques. I'll give you three million for one night with your wife. How about it?" "Three million to screw a pregnant woman. Now that's fucking interesting." "I'd like a taste of the Don's woman, too." The catcalls rose from all around, threatening to drown me. I looked at Alessandro in despair, my body trembling uncontrollably. I clung to a final shred of hope that he would step in to protect me, just as he always had.

I sat on the edge of the bed in Ruin’s room, staring at my hands. He stood near the window, silent. “You knew this might happen,” I said. “Yes.” “And you still married me.” “Yes.” “Why?” He turned toward me. “Because it was the only way to keep you alive.” My chest tightened again. “You keep saying that,” I whispered. “Because it is true.” He walked closer but stopped a few feet away. “The mafia believes emotions make leaders weak,” he said. “They will test us until they are satisfied.” “And if they are not satisfied?” I asked.

“When the estate called and told him you’d collapsed, he drove out there right away. Since then, no one has seen the butler who was in charge that night.” A chill ran through me. To everyone else, it would sound like devotion. A man who removed anyone who failed his wife. I closed my eyes. This marriage, his man, this name make me suffocating.This man. They wrapped around me like walls. I rested my hand over my belly. If I stayed, this child would grow up inside those walls. I couldn’t allow that. But before I left— I needed his signature to end this marriage. Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession

"I just want you to be okay. Do you know that the people close to me always have to live in fear?" "Trust me, I'll be fine. Besides, not many people know about our marriage." Kanaya stood on tiptoe so she could reach Lucas's neck and wrap her arms around him. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Kanaya shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip sensually. "You win, but accept my punishment." Lucas lifted Kanaya's body, now with both of Kanaya's legs wrapped around Lucas' waist. "I accept your punishment, my Mafia Lord," whispered Kanaya, who then received a slightly rough kiss from Lucas.

Toby responds in a frustrated tone, getting up to leave while I stare at him with wide eyes. "I cheated on you, Toby. Archer initiated it, and I let it happen. I'm sorry. I understand this is a massive betrayal, and I know it means the end of our relationship. Please forgive me if you can," I blurt out, I continue staring at the coffee table, still avoiding looking up at his face. "Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-”