Novel & Cerita The Mafia Boss Won't Divorce Me

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

Failure to meet the terms of the agreement will result in death. It served as his protection against anyone who would use his weakness for women to bring him down because of that one particular incident when another mafia boss planted a woman to spy on him and attempted to kill him. Inside it was a letter of invitation which also serves as a pass to enter the Evans mansion. He enclosed a tracking device on that envelope disguised as a stamp. It allows him to check the location of the women and intercept her signal. He’ll then know if the woman is communicating with other people. He was able to catch several women before using it. He became even more famous to women because of the red envelop

If she wanted Moosa to divorce her, then she'd have to convince her brother to let go of Alizeh. Her mother also told her that wives of mafia dons rarely get divorced. Divorce seemed like a far fetched idea. But now, for this child, if she had to divorce Moosa, she would. This was her defiance against the man who was still hesitiating in accepting her with her past. A few days passed. Moosa spent his night in plotting and planning with Irtaza and Shehryaar of the ways through which Alizeh could be back. She noticed how he was maintaing a distance between them. He never came to sleep with her at nights.

I had thought that he wanted to make sure that I got the medication because he did not want children with me. Am I an incubator? I turn off the music and the banging abruptly stops. "Mia moglie?" The words are like insects crawling on my skin. "I just wanted a main character moment!" I yell. And he disappears just like that. Do we care, heart? Of course, we do. I hate my heart.

I wonder how long he waited after our divorce was final before giving her my ring. Not that it matters. I’ve moved on and so have they, apparently. I just…it’s one thing to know everything is over and it’s another to see the commitment someone else had for you shining on someone else’s hand. Looking at her smile as she makes the light shine on it just so, I know she did this on purpose, maybe to set me off or get me to say the wrong thing in front of the cameras. Next to them, holding his father’s hand is our son Jayson. He has his lips pulled tight with a sour expression as he looks up at his father and asks, “What’s a mafia wife?”

A harsh laugh burst from Vincenzo’s lips as if he’d just heard a joke in spectacularly poor taste. “I’m not kidding, Vincenzo,” Tommaso said, his voice cautious, aware he was treading on a wire ready to snap. “In less than seventy-two hours of marriage, you let your guard down and nearly ended up dead. That’s not just reckless—it’s an invitation to disaster.” “There’s no divorce in the mafia, Tommaso,” Vincenzo replied, sidestepping the truth of the words, though he knew they hit home. “You know that rule better than I do.”

He laughed and turned around, wiping the imaginary tear that fell. "Of course you are the wife to the shittest mafia boss in the city. He will come to save you. Rushing in like some kind of hero. Is that what you read in books? Ouuuu your savior.” Xavier stepped closer. "But he has no idea he's walking into his own death." My stomach twisted. "What are you talking about?"

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. It was exactly because I took the fall for Kate on Lucien’s orders that I left the family five years ago—and that incident completely broke my heart. Now, he’s come to me again—and it’s still to make me take the fall. My ghostly form floats in the air as Lucien bursts into the apartment, clutching the ridiculous confession letter.

Kanaya pushed Gio's hand away until it let go. "Kanaya, I know you're the wife of a mafia boss, but I'm really not afraid of Lucas if he hurts you." "No one is being hurt here, Gio. I'm happy to be married to him, and you should leave here immediately. Gio, I don't want you to get into trouble with my husband. He forbids me from getting close to you or any other man, and I respect his decision." "I'm in love with you, Kanaya." Kanaya's eyes widened instantly upon hearing what Gio said.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.