The Mafia Boss Won't Divorce Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marco sniffled, unable to meet her gaze. “Not allowed…” She breathed out with a scoff. “Why won’t you allow me to go with him?” Sofia barked at Salvatore, the Mafia Boss sitting unperturbed by her outburst. “Are you that much of a sick and twisted man that you don’t understand love-!” “-Sofia!” Marco snapped, his wife’s words dying away as she sat glaring at the Regnante Mafia Boss. “It is not his decision.” “Then who’s is it?”

He held Harvey over the water again. I curled my fingers into a fist, opening my injury. A bit down on my words. He tossed Harvey back before him. “You claim he isn’t a gigolo, it means you love him then? You love a fucking mafia boss. You’re a lawyer, Lucille. You stand for the truth and justice and you want to get into a forbidden relationship with a mafia boss? And you’re in love with him?” He clapped, laughing.

"I'm married," "I'm pretty sure you meant divorcing," he said. Fuck, I'm screwed. "Well...I would like to politely decline your...flattering offer," I said. "It's not everyone you get asked by Mafia man to a date," I let out a small smile. "Stop saying Mafia. Who even told you?" "Why? Are you going to kill them for releasing confidential information?" I smirked. "No," he said with a shrug. "All I'm asking is for a date,"

he stated. "I cannot give another woman my heart. I do not love." My voice was cold, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "The bond of marriage is powerful, my love. It gives you the strength to share and express feelings—" I cut my mother off. "I refuse feeling, Mother. I refuse to love again. I fucking loathe the idea of sharing anything with another woman." I spat out, venom lacing my tone. "That does not change the law, son. A Mafia boss must take a wife to be given bigger responsibility, and if he turns thirty without a wife, he is to be replaced."

“Divorce.” Adrian’s hand stilled over his coffee cup. For a moment, there was no reaction. Then, slowly, he placed the cup down and leaned back in his chair. “Interesting topic for breakfast.” Selena scoffed. “Not really. Nathan told me something… enlightening.” Adrian arched a brow. “And what was that?” “That mafias don’t divorce.” Adrian didn’t respond immediately. He simply picked up his coffee again, taking a slow sip. His silence irritated her more than words would have.

Marciano’s hand suddenly tightens around her waist, pulling her back against him, deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine. “Did you need something?” he asks, his voice calm, bored…like I’m an interruption. For a moment, everything slows around me. I never expected him to defend me, but to publicly disregard me like this? Earlier today, Marina had told me about how keeping up appearances is important not just for their family but for the mafia as a whole, and that’s why no one ever gets a divorce…yet my husband— As if things can’t get any worse, the atmosphere grows heavy and claustrophobic, as the stares of everyone closes in on me. My ears ring, my lungs close up and I suddenly can’t brea

“The driver is waiting for me at the entrance. He’ll get me home safely.” I didn’t give Casen a choice because his voice didn’t matter. The driver took me to a remote, secluded location on my request. Somewhere out there was a secret agency that would fulfill even the strangest request for the right amount of money. I slapped my bank card down on the table. “I want you to stage my death. I want to vanish from Naples in three days, to a place no one can find me.” Since divorce couldn’t set me free from Casen, death would.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Ashley, please…" She pleaded and when I finally looked into her amber eyes. She still had a smile on her face but they were so glassy as she was trying so hard to rein her tears in. "Did you guys at least use protection?" She asked me. "I…I… yes, yes, he did. I don't know what to do, Ivana. I'm so screwed. I slept with a Mafia boss, who wouldn't let me go until I became his wife. I don't want to marry him, Ivie. I can't marry him. This man is so ruthless and has not even the tiniest bit of human feelings." I spoke, sniffing.

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

Fiona said. She breathed in. "So how do I go from here? " she asked. "There's nothing we can do. It's like throwing water in a sinking boat" she said. A long pause. "Why not start up something?" Anita's voice came. They both looked at her. "hmm? " Fiona asked. Natalie was listening with rapt attention. Anita continued. "You don't know how long before Lorenzo gets tired of you and files a divorce. From what I know about the mafia, they don't love, neither do they marry from a weak bloodline"