Surrendering To My Mafia Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

All I needed to do was give them everything when they came over. I returned home happy. Maria met me at the door, her eyes widening when she saw my expression. “Did you…?” she began. “Yes,” I said simply. “It’s handled.” I didn’t tell her the details. Some things were better left unspoken. The next morning, I called the loan sharks. My voice didn’t tremble this time. “I have your money. All of it.” There was silence on the other end, then a low laugh. “We’ll be there in an hour.”

Lavender: “A Mafia’s wife,” she added and they grew more excited. At first, I thought that once they put me on camera, I would tell them I was Mafia King Nikon's wife. But when Kenzie introduced me as a rich man’s wife and everyone grew even more excited, I realized it was a terrible idea. These people hid behind masks, but their hatred for the rich people was clear. To them, stealing and hurting a boss’s wife was a twisted kink.

I thought the ice was finally beginning to thaw between us. But I was horribly wrong. He just wants to play with me. He wants to control me, to own me, to use my body while he quietly prepares to marry someone else. Someone infinitely more suited to his dark, violent new life. Bella Vercetti. A mafia princess who apparently has endless wealth and a diamond tennis bracelet wrapped around her wrist. A gift from the man who is currently paying me to act as his personal incubator. A sickening wave of nausea rolls through my stomach that has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. I place a trembling hand protectively over my belly.

"It's bringing the legal papers for you to sign. I’m not traveling to a hostile environment you created. And I'm not doing a thing until you fulfill my conditions." "Never! Chiara is family!" "And I'm not?" I countered, my voice laced with venom. "You chose her safety over mine. Now choose the famiglia's survival over her comfort. The safe house stays sealed until you send her home and sign the financial papers." The line went dead. Dante's internal struggle was visible even across the Mediterranean. He was the Don—he couldn't be seen capitulating to his wife. But his power was dissolving in a Sicilian street, and his famiglia was watching.

"A global missing person's notice. We'll send it through all our partners, on every continent. The Mafia, the Yakuza, the Triads, the Russian Bratva… Everyone is going to know who the Windemere family is looking for." Lucia looked at her husband in shock. "Vincenzo, that will put a spotlight on our entire family." "For my daughter, for the future of this family, it's a risk worth taking," the old Don said, rising to his feet. "But Madeline, you have to be the one to do it. You have to let the world see how serious you are." A week later, a video began to circulate through every channel of the global underworld. The Madeline in the video was a shadow of her former self. Three months of tormen

I said. Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “You’re not in a position to say that.” He lowered his voice. “How much money do you have left? Do you really think the Bellandi family will treat you as one of their own? Once they’re done with you, you won’t even have a way back.” He glanced at the triplets, his smile turning colder. “Taking care of three mafia children, Evelyn. You’ll do anything to prove a point.” Matteo’s eyes went completely cold.

His father calmly wiped his hand and made deep eye contact with him. "Kennard, if you marry her, I will give you the Title of Mafia King and command of our Mafia Gang in your hands." Mr. Davis put the spoon back and faced his son, who was taken aback. Meanwhile, Kennard processed his words and felt foolish and betrayed. "DAD!! I did everything to give my best to the company and Gang but not for this shit." He pointed at her with burning eyes. Madeline's eyes shot wide at him as she couldn't take these insults anymore. She banged the table with the same intensity as him and returned the same intense glare to him for the first time.