Novel & Cerita The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife

He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents. Now, Delfina Poletti was officially Delfina Muraro, a twenty-one-year-old bride to a seventy-six-year-old man with an axe to grind and a point to prove. One week ago, in Ercole’s office in front of a cleric, four witnesses she was married. When she used her new cell phone to search the witnesses on the internet were all in the mafia in one way or another. She was now Ercole’s wife and he intended they were husband and wife in every sense of the word and his friends were there to enforce it if necessary.

A contract was brought in by one of the devil’s boys as I called them and in the contract, it was boldly stated that I would be his pet for a year; Why does he have to remind me with this so bold statement, again. We both signed the paper and I was ordered to go take my belongings. I wasn't surprised, My father kept giving me the pleading eyes, while my step mum couldn't contain her tears. I didn't want to cry here so I tried to console them. Later that day, we went to the court where a small court wedding was organized with an attendance of just my family, my husband who I later knew to be Luca Vitiello; the Mafia Boss, and two witnesses who I assumed were his close bodyguards.

he said solemnly. “The Devil doesn’t cry. In twenty-five years, I have never seen him like this. You have awed me tonight, done the impossible, softened the devil’s heart and also won that of me and my men.” He paused, placing a hand over his heart with solemn weight. “As promised, I, Dante Lorenzo, Capo of the Romano mafia empire and commander of the wolves, accept you, Alina Romano, as my Donna.” I blinked fast. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

Victor responded with a big smile. "Here, Miya." In her heart, Miya knew that if the demon could help her get out of this problem, she'd be happy to work with them. After all, they didn't know each other. All Damian needed was a child. Miya figured it wouldn't matter either way. That's what Miya thought after she'd signed her name where Victor had pointed on the contract sheet. "We'll be there soon, Miya. Do you still want to daydream?"

More being my wife, she will be an easy target for my enemies, who will know that by killing her, they will destroy me. And I must not allow that to happen; she must be strong and accept who I am and what I am, I will not change for her, and she must assimilate her role now in our family, in the Italian Mafia because now, whether she wants to or not, she is the Devil's wife. As such, she will have to learn how to behave.

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

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV || If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

After Dominic's deathday, today is her second happiest day alive. "Ma'am was once a maid in the villa too, and she was framed by this same Matteo" Marie said from the front. "I know" Massimo replied casually, his eyes on his phone already. He made enough research on her before signing a contract with her. And the fact that Matteo framed her... That was actually the reason for the second bullet. -- [Three Weeks Later, Visconti Estate] To celebrate the alliance with the Yakuza, Marina and Niccolo succeeded in talking Massimo to a small gathering which will be happening at the estate hall tomorrow.

Some begin with a perfect first date. Ours began with a contract. A dangerous deal. A fake marriage. And five million dollars. But the greatest thing I ever received wasn't the money. It was him. Adrian De Luca. My husband. My best friend. My forever. And this time— there was no contract. Only love.