The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novelas e Histórias

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

Although there was an argument and their voices disturbed many people in the lobby, Noel and his team finally managed to bring them to the lobby. “This is your first and last warning,” Noel said sternly. “Miss CEO does not want to see you now or in the future. You have nothing but an outsider's relationship with her. And if you insist, we won't see you out of the police station in no time.” *** I have a new story in the mafia genre. It's called Contract With The Devil's Mafia. If you like that genre, you can read it. Hope you like it.

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.

“The Devil himself.” My interest piqued, and I tilted my head slightly to eavesdrop. “They call him that because no one crosses him and survives. Dante Romano. He’s the youngest capo dei capi in history.” I snorted. “Isn’t that what they call every mafia boss with a decent kill count?” Amara laughed, leaning closer. “No, Sophia. This one’s different. They say he’s ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who doesn’t ask for respect—he takes it.” She smirked. “The Devil himself. Dante Romano.”

“But let’s get one thing straight. You don’t make demands here. You are my wife now. Your body, your breath, your very soul belongs to me. And tonight... I intend to claim my investment.” I ripped my face from his grip. “I’m a contract,” I spat, chest heaving. “Not an invitation.” Dante’s eyes darkened. Hungry. “We’ll see how long that tongue stays sharp.” He turned and hit the intercom. “Lorenzo.” The oak door opened instantly. Tall. Scar over his brow. Dante’s shadow. “Take my wife to the penthouse,” Dante ordered, eyes never leaving me. “Make sure she’s comfortable. Lock the doors from the outside. I don’t want her getting any foolish ideas about running back to her past.”

Roxana said while wearing red nail polish. "You idiot. Darryl Rider is a dangerous mafia boss but he is extremely rich, looks cool, and has a great reputation. To be his wife must be very glorious. That stupid Regina is not worthy. " Mrs. Anne explained. Her ambition cannot be hidden. "Mother, even then I wouldn't marry him. What if a dangerous person like him were a pervert? There are rumors that he doesn't have any women yet, which could be speculated that he has a penchant for torturing and mistreating women, for example. Or did he kill all his mistresses?"

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with our orders, and I found myself drinking more than apple juice. “Sarah?” Vince called out, his voice low, and I lifted my bleary eyes to stare at him, where he pulled my chin up with his fingers. “You can avenge your grandmother. I'm willing to help you do it.” He said, and my gaze wavered. My heart tugged with warmth. In my life, no one had been willing to fight for me or believe in me except my late mother and grandmother. Now that my grandmother is comatose, I had not expected that there would be someone willing to stand by me. And he was none other than my contracted husband. The Mafia lord.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, reminding me that the man I had loved and called ‘father’ was nothing but a monster. "Didn’t you make an agreement with Mr. Jim to marry Miley off? The mafia won’t interfere with a marriage contract, and we can wash our hands off this mess." Hot tears spilled on my cheeks. I didn't know what my father said after that, I didn’t care about his answer. Just then, I heard footsteps and quickly wiped my tears. I couldn’t let them know I was awake. The door creaked open, and the demons walked in.