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

I grabbed my box and shoved past him with defiance. “You dare not walk away from me,” Hayes threatened from behind me, his loud shout bringing me to a halt. This man still thinks he is speaking to the old Hannah. I laughed. Then slowly, like a Greek warrior standing before inferior soldiers, I faced him. My eyes, scorching red. “Dear husband,” I said, ignoring his former statement like I didn’t hear it. “I want a divorce.”

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

“What did you just say?” “It was Nathan,” Beth’s voice grows sharp. “He hated that I wanted a divorce and took a huge debt from a dangerous mafia. I was used as collateral, Mom.” Miranda’s body turns cold. "Nathan? As in Nathan Lockwood?" "The same one mom," tears falls from Beth's eyes. "To collect the money, this mafia had me do things. I was molested. I was forced to become a stripper so they wouldn’t sell my organs. I would still be there if it hadn’t been for Drogo.”

My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage. He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage. "Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter." I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.

If he had divorce from her, it will only make things worse,and he will be able to marry the Russian heir . I turned back and without a word, I ran, I knew I had to warn Silvio, our marriage will have to remain a secret to the mafia.

"Divorce?" Lorenzo looked stunned, completely caught off guard. In a traditional Mafia family, divorce isn’t just a taboo; it’s a humiliation. Unless one party ends up in a casket, the marriage contract is ironclad. Lorenzo’s face went pale, his eyes instantly turning ferocious. He growled low in his throat, "Impossible! Elena, unless I die, you are a Moretti forever!" Suddenly, he rushed over. Ignoring my struggles, he dragged me by the arm, shoved me into a room, and slammed the door shut.

he asked again his hands on his hip. I nodded, I was scared to but I won't let that stand in my way. “Good, you are going to have to get leverage that I'll use in court against him, start taking note of everything, crimes and finances, any and every detail can get you out of this,” he said before sitting back down. I nodded as I took note of everything he said, storing it in my head. “Great, my assistant will give you a sample of the divorce papers, go through it and when you have decided, I'll officially print one up, a mafia divorce is different Ariana, it's scary but I think we can make it work” he finished before smiling at me.

Normally,it takes minutes for the Mafia king to find someone but…it was different with the lady. For a moment,he thought that maybe she was a ghost… It took them three damn weeks to find! “Who is she?And where is she?Do you have her residential address?Have you brought her along?”He asked countless questions in one go. The Mafia king has never been this curious his entire life but it was different this time… Diego was quiet for a while,”Spill it out, Diego!”He almost jumped. “She's called Angelina Fernandez.She is the daughter of Damien Fernandez and the ex-wife to Lucas Ford.”The masked man was speechless when he heard Diego's words.

My eyes trailed down his body, his chest was bare, His well-sculpted chest, trained abs, and packs were a pleasant sight to behold not that it was my first time seeing him without a shirt or like I was yearning to see him naked, the honest truth is I never get enough of him, I don't think I will, he's everything a woman can ask for and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him, but then he is mine, he may not have told me he loved me verbally but his actions show it, his body language, his thoughtfulness towards me, his loving gaze and gifts, the quality time he has been spending with me deepens my love for him each day. It feels like a fantasy sometimes but it's fucking real, I bagged a Maf