Novel & Cerita Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia

She frowned, and I didn't bother to respond to her, but I could tell she was already so drunk, because her breath smelled of alcohol. I just quickly walked past her, and continued walking on. Just then, I saw someone waving to me, and called my name, as I immediately looked over there. I saw it was the Mafia boss I had a business deal with, and I quickly started walking over there. That was where I was supposed to be, so I really needed to go over there right away. I sighed softly as I slowly walked over to the table where he was seated with some other Mafia boss. "It's good you are here already, so just have your seat immediately." He said, pointing to an empty chair beside him, and I slo

he answered. "Andretti, I understand that you are trying to protect me, but I'm not afraid of your world, if we get married I want to know about you and be with you completely and fully. I want to face whatever comes with being your partner, Mafia man or not, I'm willing to take the risk, I really want to explore my feelings for you... and you have feelings for me too and now we are getting married, life put us in this direction, let's just go where this leads us. I see the good in you, the kind and gentle soul behind the hard surface, and I am choosing to be the one you trust, I choose you and everything that comes with you, that is my rule that we really try.... contract marriage or not to

I gave Yulian a smile and waved him goodbye. What was that saying again? Ah! Keep your friends close but your enemies closer! And that was exactly what I needed to do! It sounded like a great plan on my head but by the time, Sacha started drinking it was a nightmare. She was like a sugar-crazed kid that gotten away from her mommy. It was no wonder her husband was cheating vulgarly with her. She was too hard to handle! While her friends admire her with the same fakeness, she was giving them. And it was such an eyesore to watch.

When the final blessing fell, the church erupted in murmurs, applause, the rustle of fabric and perfume as the congregation leaned forward to see. The priest raised his voice, solemn. “La sposa di La Corona Nera.” The congregation answered as one, loud and chilling. “Nostra.” Ours. Rose froze. She heard that loud and clear. She doesn't understand all Italian words but she could make out some phrases, because she had an Italian friend in law school. The words struck harder than any vow. It wasn’t Dante’s wedding or hers. It was the mafia’s possession. Two soldiers stepped forward and gestured sharply. She was ordered down. Confusion rippled through her before the command was repeated in Engli

"She doesn't just have a connection to him, Boss. She is scheduled to marry him next week." A sudden, violent wave of heat surged through my veins, so intense it caught me completely off guard. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Lorenzo Moretti. A bitter rival, a man who hid his treacherous, slithering nature behind expensive tailored suits and fake smiles. The thought of him touching her, of those fierce brown eyes looking at him with submission, made something primal and dangerous snap inside my chest. "She’s marrying Moretti?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low rumble. "A girl like that doesn't willingly throw herself into the bed of a little mafia boss.”

D:- (sighing ) I am sorry Mr&Ms Marco . J:- (shocked ) What!? D:- Look , I apologize again to you and your family . In my anger and determination to have love with hook or crook I crossed the limits . I wanted her to become my family my everything but in that I destroyed her only family left . I made her and you guys suffer and used you and your family as Tanya's soft corner and forced to get her married . I accept that my way was wrong and their is no justification of it but (with that he looked towards Alina and Theo ) I lover her . I can't imagine my life without her . Even when I don't want her to go away from my sight for a single second because of her painful cramps I agreed to her

he doesn't love me. I cried harder because I wanted to marry for love and that has been taken from me. I cry because I feel like a complete gold digger and I wouldn't have gotten into a contract marriage if I had my own money,I wouldn't need to stay because he promised to pay all my loans..I cried because I have shitty taste in men , my first boyfriend sold me and the second man in my life forced me to marry him…I only attract questionable men. My mind has been a blur in days so I haven't been able to process my thoughts and it just dawn on me that I am the wife of a mafia and my life is no longer mine.i signed a deal with the devil.

She was the one that abandoned me when I needed her the most. Yet there was nothing I wanted more, than for her to be mine again, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know why I couldn’t forget her. I didn’t know why I couldn’t just bring myself to fall out of love for her. But making her mine again just didn’t seem possible. Why would she choose me… A man with involvement in the Mafia. Even though I lived a clean life… Over a billionaire of a husband? I was just chasing a dream at this point.

“I’ll never belong to you.” “Oh, but you will.” He steps closer, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You see, Shelly, I want to make sure you understand the stakes of this game. It’s not just you I’m after. It’s your brother, Sebastian.” My breath hitches at the mention of his name. The protective bond I have for him floods over me, mingling with disbelief. “What does Sebastian have to do with this?” “Everything,” Falcon replies, a venomous tone underlining his words. “I’m the reason your parents are dead. They got in my way, and I had to remove the obstacle. Just like I plan to remove your precious brother the so called Mafia boss."

Was he unkind? He had broken a man's neck. He will be the mob boss in New York. I whispered, "Father,Please don't make me marry that man," I begged. Father's face became more serious. "You'll wed Damon Vitiello. On that, Salvatore, his father, and I shook hands. You'll treat him well as a wife and act like a proper lady when you see him for the engagement celebrations." "Engagement celebration?" I repeated. My speech seemed far away, like though a fog had obscured my ears.