Romans & histoires Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia

“What is this hunt anyway? Tell me.” “You didn’t tell her? Your husband has a bad habit of doing that.” “Get away from here Sacha.” His stepmother grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “I hope she enjoys the hunt.” “Tell me, what is it?” I demanded in a hushed tone. “Yulian?” I pressed. “This will be the trail for the hunt and the list of the animals and their corresponding scores. You must study very well if you want to win!” I snatched the pamphlets Marcel was handing before Yulian could get his hand to it.

"And it seems like she has a good impression on you." "She is way too sweet and innocent," Weylin smiled gently upon reminiscing her gentle smile, her soft voice, and her kind gestures. "I don't want to deceive her but I have no other option." Man! This is crazy! Jace thought, seeing his friend smiling like a fool. He just met with his crush and now he is smiling like an idiot. Garaine Jones, just what did you do to my friend? The cold, heartless mafia leader is smiling like a fool in love.

He quickly found it and passed it to me over the counter. “I’d like a Glock, a seventeen if possible,” Valentina chimed in, surprising Greg. His eyes widened as he looked at me for guidance. “Before you say something inappropriate about women and kitchens, Greg, I suggest you don’t. This is my wife and the Don of the Italian mafia, Mrs. Moretti,” I replied, keeping my gaze steady. Valentina smirked and nodded in agreement. Greg looked shocked and stumbled over his words. “Ah, sure. How many rounds would you like, Mrs. Moretti? ” I could see the excitement in Valentina’s eyes. “Two for now,” she said.

“You’ve conquered a man no bullet, no blade could ever break. And now… I’m ruined for anyone but you.” Rhian smiled, her heart full, and nestled closer into his chest. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He chuckled low, his arm tightening around her, pulling her against his heartbeat. “Careful, love. When you mark a man like me, there’s no turning back. You’re bound to me now. Forever.” She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Forever sounds perfect.” The Mafia King, the man the world feared, held his wife like she was the only thing that mattered. And as sleep finally claimed her, Damon lay awake a little longer, watching her, vowing silently to protect her from everything—incl

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

I mumbled to myself. "That's him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding." My eyes widened in surprise at his words and i was happy. I'm sure he'd see the excitement allover my face. Like who wouldn't want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

he said, his voice gentle. I smiled weakly, grateful for his words but still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. As we drove back to our hotel, I couldn't help but think about the dangers that came with being married to a Mafia leader. I knew that Stephano would do everything to protect me and our unborn baby , but I couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it. Was the money and power worth the constant fear and danger? I knew I was deeply in love with Stephano, but I couldn't help but question if this was the life I wanted for myself and our child. Anyways though it's not like I really had a choice on if I wanted to stay or leave, but deep down I knew I didn't want to leave even if I

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”