The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Something darkened in his eyes now, “But your wife…..” “M-Mr Maldov….” “The wife you’re doing all this for.” Alex said so sweetly, “I’ll make sure you’re alive, and well enough, to watch with your eyes as I find her—torture her, and then slit her throat right in front of you.” “Please!!!” Jacob cried. “Now tell me, Carlyle.” The mafia boss yelled, “Who put you up to this?!!” “Marco!!” The fall man finally screamed, “Marco!! He paid me to do this! He’s the one who helped your wife!!” A soft smile curved the Red Devil’s lips, “You’re not smart enough to tell when I’m bluffing, dear Carlyle?”

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

How can your life change in a matter of seconds? So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant. "Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide." "They'll look for me," I allude.

But for what? " Mrs. Zara Wali you want to say that you didn't plan these fake pictures." " No, I didn't" I answered confidently glaring at that lawyer. " Okay, so you mean to say that you were not ashamed after marriage to accept my client as your husband? " Mr. Aman exaggerated. " no."

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

"I'm not yet done with you. Why are you leaving? You don't want to hear the truth? That Alas is regretting buying himself a whore and making it his wife?" I gnashed my teeth and fisted my fingers. "Let's say that you're a good fuck. Except that, what else can you bring to the table? Nothing, right? Alas is a Czar, he has an organization to protect. He needs a wife, a Czarina that comes from a powerful family who could protect and strengthen him too, obviously, that's not you!" Aria taunted and pushed her finger against my head, unlike our first encounter. I couldn't find the strength to fight back.

That was how they ensured we wouldn’t get involved in the Famiglia’s business, that we would behave as perfect, submissive wives, raising more obedient women. But ever since I met Marco Falcone, something urged me to ask the questions that had been in my head all these years. For the first time, I didn’t feel forced to keep my thoughts to myself. He challenged me, even with his gaze, and his words wouldn’t leave my mind: *You could be the She-Devil of the Camorra by my side.* Those words carried so much weight. I knew exactly what “by his side” meant—I’d have to marry Marco; it was the only way. And as much as I knew my father would hate it, I couldn’t help but like the idea of becoming some

"You signed a contract. You married me. But you're terrified of what happens next." Isabella's throat tightened. "Wouldn't you be? I'm in bed with a man who kills people for a living." "I don't kill for a living. I run a business empire. Sometimes that business requires... difficult decisions." Dante's eyes never left hers. "But I've never hurt a woman. Never forced myself on anyone. And I'm not going to start with my wife." "Your contract wife." "My wife," he corrected firmly. "The contract makes it legal. The ring on your finger makes it real. For the next twelve months, Isabella, you are mine in every way that matters."

The three siblings didn't even hesitate to give their consent; they did believe that their father had gone through a lot, raising them single-handedly, and at this point, he needed the right person to make him happy, because even after the death of their mother he never had a concubine like every other mafia lord. Tears burnt the bream of Nuella's eyes, informing her of how lost she had been; she batted her lashes softly, teasing the tears away. Gentle, she began to descend the remaining stairs, her stiletto StuaWeitzman, highs which were embroidered with classy designs telling on her as the gentle music suddenly began to fade away. Devine is holding onto a glass of wine, catching up with an

It's more likely that her international-crime-lord-wannabe husband faked her involvement in their laundering scheme from the very beginning. I nod slowly. A sense of relief settles over me. I let my fingers curl around his, loving the warmth of his bare skin against mine. “I didn't answer your email 'cause, um... Just didn’t wanna believe she had anything to do with it.” I keep my voice down and glance at the door, my head dropping against his chest. “I still don't.” Dominico falls quiet after his gaze flicks to mine. Then his fingers brush through my damp hair. “Same.”