Novel & Cerita The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife

A fool considering that he followed us all the way from Italy down to Chicago. The stupid f***ker doesn't know that we let him think so. If I really wanted to bring him down, it wouldn't even take the flick of my wrist to do so. “We weren't even going to accept the damn deal.” Niccolo rolls his eyes. “We weren't?” Luca raises his eyebrows. Sometimes Luca is a bit slow. Another weakness in the Mafia. The only reason why his grandfather allowed him to join the gang and even leave Italy with us. My smile falls. “I found Frankie,” I say, clenching my jaw. “He gave me the name of the bastard who took her.”

Chris tried to hug Salina. "Don't listen to Kanaya, Salina. My cousin is a shameless woman. I don't even want to call her my cousin." "That's right, Salina. I did work in a brothel, but I was never touched by any man except my husband, Lucas Arkano Dinov," Kanaya said firmly. "What? Your husband's name is Lucas Arkano Dinov? Are you sure, Kanaya?" Freya asked in surprise. "Yes, he's my husband."

She stammered again. "Myself," I closed my eyes when I replied. "Wh... What?" She was shocked. "Yes. He wants me to be his wife," I replied, looking at her. "Tell me, you... You said... Said no," she asked, looking at me. "I said yes. He wants me to be his wife. So I will be. I will be the Mafia's Vengeful Wife."

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

“Do you think that way, Volkov. And here I thought you were tormenting her because of me. Just because she is your daughter doesn’t give you any right to trouble her. If this relation bothers you so much, then I break it today. I, Valentine Romero, cut all the ties between Crystal and you. She is no more your daughter. She doesn’t belong to anyone. After today, I don’t want to hear even your name from her in nightmares. You will disappear from her life like a bad dream. She will be my wife now. Crystal Valentine Romero. See. How simple it was to kick away the name that joined you two. She is mine now, Svetozar. Completely and savagely. I am her keeper, her everything. You are no father but o

Rose asked, excited. "Her," he said, and they turned to Laura. "Huh?" Rose looked back at him puzzled. "Who's she?" He asked. "Ehm... she's my niece," Rose replied. "Hmm," he hummed. Since she wasn't their biological child and with the way she was kneeling proved that having her would be easier than expected. "I get her as mine. My contracted wife for six months, and I'll partner with your company for six months," Scott clarified. "What about forever?" Rose quickly asked.

About negotiating for basic human rights through a lawyer because my husband can't be bothered to speak to me directly. I tell her about the coffee cup I threw at the wall. About the note left on my pillow giving orders. About standing in a restaurant while Lucien's hand branded my thigh and whispered threats disguised as compliments. Diana listens without interrupting, her face growing paler with each detail. "Jesus, Mara." Her voice cracks. "That's not a marriage. That's…" "A contract." I finish my tea, the warmth doing nothing to chase away the cold inside me. "Which is exactly what I signed up for."

Vivian politely made way for then to come in. "I'm Janice and this is my husband Gregory." "Vivian, pleasure to meet you." She shook hands with both of them. As Vivian led them in to take their seats, she couldn't help but notice the woman's incredibly nice figure. But it wasn't unexpected, such a fierce woman would indeed have a body to go with it, she had heard from Camilla that the woman was no ordinary wife behind her husband, but a fierce mafia woman who had dominated the southern territory of the underworld, though Vivian wasn't very certain about how the people in the underworld ran their things, she was sure that meant the woman was a big deal.

“Marriage isn’t a business deal.” Lucas’s mouth curved not a smile, but something colder. More dangerous. “In my world,” he said, “everything is a business deal.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Deal with the Devil The contract sat between them, thin sheets of paper that weighed more than a tombstone. Natasha’s heart pounded so violently she thought Lucas might hear it. She forced her eyes down to the first page, where her name, Natasha Marie Raymond was printed in bold black letters. The terms were simple:

The ink was still drying when Riccardo slid the contract back into the folder with the precision of a man sealing someone’s fate. Camilla stared at the paper, her pulse thudding in her ears. Her signature looked foreign beside her father’s. Like a final breath before drowning. “That’s it?” she whispered. “It’s done?” Riccardo nodded. “Congratulations, Mrs. Falcone.” The words hit her like a slap. She wasn’t married. Not really. Not in the way it was supposed to mean. This was a transaction. She had sold herself to the devil and signed it in ink instead of blood.