Swapping Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

“And guess which couples have been forced to switch partners and compete against each other? You and me, while Adrian gets paired with Carleste.” My mouth fell open, forming a small O. Victor continued, “And here's the crazy part. Adrian agreed to this arrangement. If his team scores the most points, I'm obligated to increase my investment percentage in his company. But if he loses…” His lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile. “He's willing to accept the consequences, even if I slash his investment funding drastically.” “What the hell…” I muttered in disbelief. Adrian had actually turned our marriage—my body and my position as his wife—into a filthy bargaining chip just to secure Victor's

My name is Estella Savelli. I'm Severin Savelli's wife, and the Donna of the most feared Mafia family in this city. For ten years, I've devoted myself to managing his family's affairs and raising the two children he had with his ex. Then Valerie came back. His first love. The mother of his children. In just one week, she made my 16-year-old stepchildren, Lucien and Seraphina Savelli, forget who stayed up all night beside them when their fevers wouldn't break. Or how I'd pulled them into my arms when the shooting started and bled to keep them safe. The kids took her side fast. They helped Valerie frame me for stealing the Savelli family signet ring and selling secrets to our enemies. To punis

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

"When are you going to forget about that girl who saved you that night, sir? We'll never find her, so looking for her is pointless, sir!!" "This is not the response I was expecting from you Ryan!!!, I asked you a question, will you respond to that!!" "You don't have to worry about the business, sir, I've already taken care of everything, but you must return to work immediately, or else the other Mafia or businessmen may take advantage of this!!! We must not allow them to take advantage of this opportunity, sir. You are nearly recovered, and I believe you should return to work. There are your employees waiting for you!!"

“You don’t have time. He’s acting as we speak. Your lavish spendings are also putting a financial strain on our accounts. With the mines being sold off, we will not have any money left! Even the other families are turning away from us. We must target the gold mines up south-” “We’re the Hawkins!” Hector snarls. “The Hawkins family owns all the mafia families out there! Their businesses are tied with ours. They won’t desert us. And as for the wedding…it’ll go as planned. I will not reduce the expenses for it. Elle and I have been waiting for this day!” Jeremy’s lips thin at the mention of Elle. He dares not say anything in front of Hector but Jim knows that Jeremy loathes Elle. There’s someth

I never imagined things would go this way. I collapsed onto the bed, the reality of it all sinking in. Marco, my husband, was deep in this ruthless mafia world, running the show. And this was how he dealt with mistakes—no mercy. A life meant nothing to him. If someone messed up, they were gone, just like that.

But I always imagined marrying a prince, not the boss of the American Mafia. The American Mafia was well known for its reputation for being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even I was impressed. The mafia boss I didn't know much about, only his name. I was to be wedded to Eric Connall. The roles of women in Mafias were very traditional. They were to obey and serve. If Father thought that uniting our Mafias through marriage would mean I'd give up my mafia to Eric, he had got another thing coming.

she adds. Hmm! A man so awfully dangerous that she wants him for herself. I wonder if she has seen mafia dons before. Because if she has she would know just how ridiculous her claims sound. Weiss has been the sweetest man I have ever met. He isn't an entitled clown like Marcus. "So Weiss is a dangerous mafia that I should run away from but one that you're this desperate to marry?" I ask. "Well . . . my family is mafia too. That's why Weiss and I needed to marry. I have been a Mafia's daughter since childhood so I can handle him and those that he works with," she says.

Under the scalding spray of the shower, I tried to wash away the weight of it all—the wedding, the vows, the life that now loomed before me. My thoughts spiraled as I stared at the tiles, the steam curling around me like a shroud. 'This is our room now.' The words felt like a sentence. Would I always share his space? His bed? Would I ever have a moment to claim as my own again? Or was this my reality until death or circumstance released me? Marriage, in the mafia world, was less a union and more a transaction. Wives were placeholders until they became mothers, their value measured by their compliance and loyalty. I was already failing.

She cussed as she pushed him away gently, “You know why I’ve been crying, cause you won’t let me go!!” “I’m sorry I can’t,” he shrugged lightly, “You agreed to marry me did you not?” She hissed, Alex Maldov was a cunning man who knew his way with words, “I’m too tired for this. Please go away.” “Away?” His brows furrowed, “I’m in our bedroom. We’re husband and wife.” “You’re a bad man.” She snapped, “I want nothing to do with a maf— “Mafia??”. Alex chuckled, “I am a business man.”