The Mafia Boss Won't Divorce Me 소설 & 이야기

The only way to protect you is if you marry me, they cannot hurt you while you are my wife ", he explained. "Why can't I just run away, let me go back to Brooklyn like I wanted", she cried, her heart beating fast, she was terrified. "Mafia men can get to you no matter where you are in the world, the only way i can guarantee your safety is for you to marry me". "This is a lot, I need time to think, please just give me space ", she dropped down on the floor, her hands cradling her head. Andretti moved a step forward like he wanted to console her.

"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.

He turn to Alessio who quickly look away in fear. " Come here Emma " The Italian Mafia Boss said. He beckons to the beautiful lady who was sobbing. She ran into his arms and he patted her back soothingly. For some minutes no one speak. Maximo only focus in consoling the lady and at last he pulled her back just to stare into her eyes. " Do you sincerely want to divorce your husband? " At maximo's question Emma couldn't help but shivers. She turns to steal a glance at her husband briefly before turning to the Italian Mafia Boss and shook her head in the negative.

I walked into the law office with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Sophia Moretti, wife of James Moretti, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city. Today, it ended. The lawyer didn’t even look up when I walked in. "I’d like to file for divorce," I said, placing the papers on his desk. He finally glanced at me—messy ponytail, faded jeans, my backpack still slung over one shoulder. His expression turned stern. "Young lady, divorce isn’t something you file on a whim."

It rang three times. "Kane Law, Christmas emergency line." A tired voice answered. "Marcus, it's Maria Moretti." Silence on the other end for a few seconds. "Maria? What... what's wrong?" "I want a divorce." "A divorce? Are you insane? Do you know who your husband is?" "Of course I do. Don Victor Moretti, the biggest Godfather in Chicago," my voice was pure ice. "So tell me, Marcus. How much will it cost to divorce the biggest monster in Chicago?"

"What happened when Royalty entered the picture?" "I calmed down and for once I was able to settle three months with one girl." I raked my fingers through my hair "She was different and although it started off a little awkward, we started to sort things out. That's when I quit the White Collar so I could only have one job. I followed after the one I wanted most and the mafia is in my blood." "You love the mafia or the fame and women?" Henry slouched a little on the chair

Enzo's playful face quickly took a serious turn "Seems like we're finally going to pay him a visit." "He has been getting on my nerves but I kept ignoring him because of my father's past relationship with him, but the old fool doesn't know when to stop. He touched my money and no one dares to play with my money." Luca said icily. Luca was a businessman, a very successful one, and the top in the country but underneath that facade, he was a mafia boss and a ruthless one at that. He was the overall head of all the Mafia bosses in the country, but some like this Russo refuses to stay in check.

In a minute or less, he tossed them to me. “Have your way, I will contact my lawyers immediately, I never wanted to be married to a sister of a murderer in the first place.” Okay, now that does it. And Before I knew what was happening my hand was already on his cheek as he writhed in pain. “How dare you, Alcantara!” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if I could slap some sense into you, but I guess it didn’t work.” I picked up my copy of the divorce papers and let out a sigh of relief.

I needed answers and I needed to know everything. The next morning, I visited a law office, a lawyer I trust. One who helped with my marriage contract years ago. He looked surprised when I walked into his office. “Mrs. Moretti.” I forced a smile. “I need a favor.” An hour later, he returned with a file and my heart rang. “Are you sure you want to see this?” I nodded and he slid the file toward me and then I opened it. The first page nearly stopped my heart. Divorce Agreement.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.