The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

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.

And signed. ELARA CELINE LAURENT The moment the ink touched the paper... The Laurent family debt disappeared. And my freedom disappeared with it. I didn't know it then. But that signature wasn't the end of my family's downfall. It was the beginning of my life as Vincent Alessandro Moretti's wife. Or should I say The Contract Wife of a billionaire Mafia boss.

Flora screamed sorrowfully, burying her swollen face in Vanessa's shoulder. Flora never knew that behind the half-open bedroom door, Devon Cross was standing. The man had just arrived to visit his fiancée and accidentally overheard the entire horrific confession from beginning to end. Devon's body instantly stiffened, his handsome face went pale, and his chest rumbled violently, holding back a strike of extraordinary pain. The reality that the woman he so deeply adored had been brutally defiled by the most feared mafia boss in New York tore his heart to shreds until nothing was left.

Thousands of images started flashing in my mind as my head ached like crazy. What… What's happening? "Kill me? Of course, you're capable of killing someone. You're a mafia boss, right?" Mafia? My lips started trembling. Mafia… Nick Sanford… Nicholas Sanford… Contract marriage… 'Marry my son.' It was said by someone who looked exactly like Nicholas. It's Nick Sanford. I bit my bottom lip harder. Nicholas and Edward keep on fighting, exchanging words and my head is aching so bad. "Ah!" I whimpered and cried as I slowly fell on my knees.

Thinking he was bluffing, Brady started chuckling but at the elapse of a minute, Damien snapped off his little finger with the shears. It was when he wanted to take off the last finger that he yelled, “My boss didn't say, he just asked us to eliminate your wife.” He was panting heavily now. “My wife?” He asked, reclining on his seat. He wanted to renounce having a wife when his mind went to Scarlett. Smirking, he said, “Your boss knows I have a wife, but I didn't invite him for my wedding. Tell me, who's your boss?” He asked, taking the last finger in readiness to chop it off.

“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.”