Novel & Cerita Surrendering To My Mafia Wife

" He repeats his question. "Yes" I squeaked. "Yes master" he corrects me "Yes master" I repeat looking at him "Keep your head down when you talk to me" I lower my head playing with my fingers. "Good girl. Someone would come soon with new clothes for you. Don't talk to anyone if it isn't me" He goes out closing the door behind him. Everything comes crashing down. I'm not dreaming. This isn't a prank. I got sold to a mafia family, I'm married to the capo of the Mafia. Aunt Sofia didn't even try to stop them. Why didn't she? The tears start coming before I realize it.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

I was clinging over him, holding his suit coat on my wrist as tight as possible. “I, Arius Accardo, took my Snowflake as my solely weeded wife as the queen of this mafia empire to flourish like your smile and tint your soul until it resembles mine. You already have my body, but in this marriage, I offer you every right I possess with equal respect and power.” He declared in a firm voice to shiver my every fire of body, and he ravished my mouth, draining all his anger through a kiss.

He called calmly, trying to make me tone down my speaking voice but I continued to go on. "I didn't force myself on you, Alas. May I just remind you that? You wanted me, you made me your wife according to your own will. I'll tolerate every shits that comes with being married to you, but your cheating on me isn't one of them. I'm not going to be the martyr and patient wife. If I saw you flirting with that ex of yours again. I'll fucking dash a crash chilli peppers on the slit of your dick!" I warned him, and I was breathless afterward that Alas needed to hand me a glass of water. I was caught off-guard when Alas held my chin and then guided me to look at him. It happened fast, but I swore I f

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brou

It was full of authority and power, a message I couldn’t ignore. “Maddie, you’re not Madison Arellano anymore. You’re a Moretti, my wife. And I’m not just anyone—I’m the head of a mafia organization. We have plenty of enemies who are always trying to take me down. People will come after you, looking to hurt you, maybe even kill you, because of who I am and who you’re connected to. If you want to stay safe, you have to follow my every order and never challenge me. Got it?”

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.