The Mafia Boss Won't Divorce Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What the hell do you mean, not anymore? We’ve done business for six years. You owe me—” “I don’t owe you shit,” Vincent cut in, his tone turning cold. “I just got off the phone with people who made it very clear that continuing any dealings with you would be… unhealthy. Your ex-wife? She’s not some quiet housewife, Adrian. She’s Victor Vitale’s daughter. And she’s making calls that matter. I’m not risking my neck for you.” My stomach twisted. “Vincent, please. This is insane. We’re friends.” “Friends don’t drag you into mafia wars. I’m sorry. Lose my number.”

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

Mama Li narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing. “I married him,” I continued. “He had money, power, connections… and he gave me everything I wanted, but I paid for it dearly.” “He mafia?” Mama Li asked quietly. I bit my lower lip. Thomas shot up in his chair. “Divorce him!” he barked. “You here now, no? That's why you here!” Mama Li lifted a hand to stop him from ranting. She tilted her head slightly, studying me. “Something wrong,” she said. “You not just leave husband like that.”

Casey’s forehead creased, “Well, you know him a lot more than me, so tell me?” “He’s a member of a mafia organization, and that’s why I divorced him because I don’t wanna get involved in his nasty wealth.” I said while trying to sob in front of my friend. Casey sighed, “Oh my god. I can’t believe this. I’m calling mom…” I stopped her, “Shhh….don’t do that. If you tell everyone what you know about him, he’ll kill you in an instant just like what he did to one of my suitors.”

I didn't glance at him. " I shouldn't do this. " He ran his fingers on my belly where he grasped me. I got his finger's red bruises on my belly, " Love, at least look at me. I'm the mafia boss now. I don't want you to be a part of it. Here is the paper. " He motioned at the nightstand. " After divorce, you are getting fifty percent of my property. If you need anything. I'll always be there for you. " he said. I didn't glance at him once. Tears were fighting to roll down my cheeks. I was stubborn not to show it.

It was just the other day that he was able to make Shantala almost give up and return to him, so he could not understand how things ended up with those two marrying each other. "Mr. Devon, that is not even a funny joke." "Hah! It would have been so much better if this was a joke but that damn son of mine just insists on making that woman his wife. So... are you just going to stand by and watch?" The old man did not receive any reply from the mafia boss. He could not tell what he was thinking while wearing such an indifferent expression. He clicked his tongue and stood from his seat. Facing the mafia boss, he said, "If you badly want that woman and your son, you better get your ass moving whi

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long."

On the day of the divorce, they said I had lived off them for three years. I pressed my fingers around the pen. “One more thing. If the children don’t need me someday, can I leave?” “Yes.” “You won’t stop me?” “I’ll compensate you according to the agreement and make sure you’re protected.” He did not rush me. The contract was dangerous, but its terms were clear. It gave me conditions, boundaries, and a way out. At last, I signed. Dante signed beside my name. After the lawyer collected the papers, Dante opened a black velvet box. Inside lay an obsidian-and-gold brooch with the Bellandi crest at its center.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

"Ahahahaha! Yes, beg for forgiveness!" "I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!" Diana shouted and gritted her teeth as she felt a pang of pain. 'Raphael, where the hell are you?!' she called in her mind. 'Why the hell would I be in this situation?' she gritted her teeth, 'I just recently knew that he is a mafia boss, I didn't know I would get entangled by one his woman! Damn it!' There are a lot of things running in her mind right now. She know that even though she won't give up, any more attack and her body might not survive.