The Mafia Boss's Deal: One Wife Two Mini-me's นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the doctor says. Mrs. Moretti. I am still Mrs. Moretti. I don't move until Marco kneels and says, "Please, ma'am. Let him live." I let go. My hands are completely red. They lift Dante onto the stretcher and his eyes find mine one last time before they roll back. "No! Dante!" They rush him up to the third floor, to the private operating room I never knew existed. I stay on the floor. Marble cold under my knees. His men run past me with guns out. Someone shot the most feared mafia boss inside his own mansion. Someone dared.

I didn’t want to think of the bad things that could happen, like that he could actually be upset that I had gotten pregnant too quickly. I pushed that thought away as soon as it crossed my mind. That wasn’t going to be the case at all. Regardless of what Gavril thought about it, he wanted this child. He needed this child. I sighed as I leaned back against the seat, wishing that my life was just a tad bit easier. I hadn’t really given much thought to what I was going to be bringing this child into or if I was going to even be around for their milestones. There were rumors, fewer rumors and more truths, that Mafia bosses weren’t faithful. They didn’t have traditional marriages. Their wives wer

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

Mom tuned out anything that didn’t involve social events or designer labels. Adrian De Luca’s name had been circulating like wildfire these past few months. The most feared Underboss in the Chicago Mafia had “lost” his wife and was now left with two young children. The whispers surrounding her death were endless. Some claimed Adrian had flown into a rage and killed her himself; others insisted she’d withered away under his cold, controlling hand. A few even whispered she’d ended her own life to escape him. None of those rumors made me want to meet the man, let alone marry him.

Orange juice for Kanaya and red wine for himself. "Kanaya, is it fun to be married to a cruel mafia boss like Lucas?" Kanaya was a little surprised by Jason's question. "Mr. Lucas isn't a cruel mafia boss, he's a good man." Kanaya sipped her orange juice to get rid of her surprise. A crooked smile appeared on the corner of Jason's lips. "I already know everything about Lucas. He's been my mom's business partner for a long time, and do you think this event is just the opening of my mom's new restaurant?"

"I love you, Henson. I will be a good wife and a worthy Donna." The ballroom was ablaze with lights and filled with the clinking of champagne glasses. Society elites and mafia family members mingled together, discussing business, politics, and gossip. "The Costellos have been making some big moves lately," one business mogul remarked. "I heard Henson's announcing something major… Probably about the docks," another responded. Meanwhile, in one corner of the ballroom, representatives from the other four Families huddled together in hushed conversation. "The Morettis didn't send anyone?" asked the Romano Family's capo.

"So, what's going to be your answer? Come on, man, if you won't hook on him, I will! And I will steal your child so that we will have a happy family!" I throw her a deadly look before finally giving up. This girl is really getting into my nerves. "He's a hot looking man. And he looks rich. A guy beside him, I don't know -- a personal bodyguard, maybe? -- calls him Boss. And he's like... Six and a half foot tall... or more?" "Oh my God! Adonis!" she squealed and I quickly gently pushed her back to her position for work. I went back into waiting for the customer and Angie scoots back over to my side.

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"