Novel & Cerita Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia

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.

After that, he would be successful in penetrating the Russian mafia. The pads of my palm stroked Marianna's hair gently, showering her with a lot of thanks in me. Her giving birth to Cael made me come back to my senses. Thank whoever made her fall into forced labor, might as well be Nina; every disappointment is a blessing after all. Her light snores captured my attention back to her, she is a very beautiful woman. Ecstatic that we ended up with each other, I didn't care what the world thought of us, we would pull through.

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

She muttered and he chuckles. “ Wait till you see it from above,but first,let's get some gelato.” Seeing him like this made her want to forget how she had gotten here. He seems like an ordinary and harmless Italian guy. Fun and flirty but she knew the man beneath the fascade. He slip his hand into her tugging gently and she followed him as they joined a line at a small gelateria. Yasmine chose a pistachio and lemon while Luca went for dark chocolate. They strolled with cones in hand weaving through the crowds until the Ponte Vecchio came into view

I hated that part of me wanted to hold on to it. We entered together. People turned their heads, some nodding politely, others whispering behind their glasses. I forced a smile, my role as his ‘wife’ firmly in place. We moved through the crowd, greeting Mafia bosses, their wives, and the likes. And then, we bumped into Diego. He stood near a table, dressed sharply in black, his eyes locking onto mine with a look of partial disgust —he hated seeing me pretending to be his sister. Victor noticed him too. His face didn’t change, but his hand pressed lightly against my back.

he growls, his hand moving to the back of my neck, holding me close as he thrusts up into my fist. His cock is scorching against mine. I’m leaking steadily now, providing just enough slickness to ease the slide. Vincenzo adds his hand to mine, his larger palm covering what mine can’t. Together, we set a rhythm that has me panting into his mouth. “This isn’t—” I gasp as he twists his wrist, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. “This isn’t how I usually operate.” “No?” His teeth graze my lower lip. “You don’t make a habit of seducing your father’s enemies?”

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

In that very moment, I knew what to do in order to secure a future for me and my baby. “Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome,” he said. “There is one thing you actually missed, though…” “Yeah? What’s that?” “Miriam is actually also pregnant and she’s carrying the next heir of the mafia.”