The Mafia Boss Won't Divorce Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His question left Asa taken aback, her jaw dropping slightly in surprise. She had never expected such a proposition from him. Collecting her thoughts, she replied, "In truth, I've been considering the prospect of divorce after a year. The decision to marry was largely my father's, not mine." Her honest admission intrigued the mafia boss. He queried further, "So, your father specifically requested this arrangement? A commitment to Biden Hali for a year but, if circumstances remain unchanged, you would pursue a divorce?"

"You have no right to judge my behavior or my thinking. And for your kind information let me tell you that I am not divorcing you because I am not done with you yet..." He said threateningly and her heart skipped a beat. "I don't know what should I name your this move, innocence or stupidity. If you have forgotten then let me remind you, you are a wife of Mafia and in mafia world wife only separates from her husband when she dies or when her husband wants. You have no say in this." Her eyes watered at his words, he stepped back and tore the divorce papers in front of her into pieces. "You entered in my life by yourself but you will leave when I want because this is my life and I control it..

After all, I hadn't said I love you in my current state to him until now. I smiled and softly kissed his lips. "Yes, I love you, Elian. A lot. But not enough to let you go." "But why? You know, I'm in the mafia," he mumbled. "Look at me. Does it look like I care?" I asked, and he actually scanned my face. "I don't know if the me with all the memories knew about your mafia business—" "You didn't." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Bad Elian. You shouldn't hide such important facts from your girlfriend," I scolded.

he said quietly. But there was no warmth in his voice, no affection. Just the cold, hard truth that our marriage would be nothing more than a contract. I forced a smile, even as my heart broke all over again. I would be Mrs. Nico Baldocchi, the wife of one of the most powerful mafia bosses, but I would never have his love. And yet, as I looked into his eyes, I realized I would do it all the same. Because even if I could never have his heart…

“Yes. Why?” “Valeriya? I hear her father is some kinda’ mafia kingpin.” I don’t take my eyes off him, trying to assess his level of knowledge. The doctor’s face is granite. “I cannot discuss her with you.” “She’s a client?” “Enough that I cannot discuss.”

I asked, my voice raw. He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was some curious specimen. “After a year, we will divorce amicably. You will receive a settlement of five million euros, in addition to the trust.” My pulse roared in my ears. Five million euros. I could disappear. Start over somewhere far away from this man. I could live comfortably with my mom forever. “Do you have questions?” he asked. I lifted my eyes to his, hating the steadiness I found there. “Yes. Are you going to tell them why you chose me?”

Vince clicked his tongue. “There are few rules that cover all mafias ... You don't marry another Don's wife. With a man from another mafia. There is no divorce. So, Renzo Scarpinato, you can forget about your stupid idea. Because I made a truce with the Camorra, but I won't admit such a betrayal.”

Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Leah and how she disliked her guts, not sparing the poison incidence. “Why hasn’t she been arrested yet?” I inquired. “Massimo would handle it,” Viola responded. Was Leah also from an untouchable mafia family? My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed at it with my palm. “I’m famished,” I admitted. Viola ordered the driver to take us to a restaurant. The moment we took our seats, a waiter approached us, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.

“Nothing. She hasn’t left the compound.” “She’s being watched?” “She moves like someone who knows it.” Of course she does. She learned from me. It was past midnight when the call came. Not Luna. Worse. My father. His voice in Russian was a gunshot through my skull. “You are a disgrace, Misha. She ran.” “She rebelled,” I snapped. “But I know where she is.” “I don’t care if she’s buried under Bogotá. You married her. Her father made a deal. She belongs to the Bratva now.”

“I’m not the one who nearly gave her a heart attack by deciding to stick with a mafia boss.” I nodded. “Touché.” “Is she fine though?” I asked. He nodded. “She didn’t speak much, but I think she is he finished smiling softly. “Just give her a bit more time, and she’ll come around. You know, not everyone is as cool as me.” I rolled my eyes, already getting up. “You should get dressed—and tell her to do the same.” “Why?” he asked. I turned back slightly to stare at him. “The mafia boss is on his way.”