The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

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.

I put my hand above the piercer and looked up at him. "You know why I own the biggest mafia? Because empty and baseless threats like these don't faze me" His eyes opened in shock "So you rather I kill your wife?!" It was clear my response angered him "Go ahead" I stood up and dived forward catching Vera in my arms we rolled on the ground as explosions erupted everywhere. I shielded her and she clutched unto me as the sounds echoed round the room. Soon the place was engulfed in flames and I looked down at Vera.

Zach lowering back into his chair, Isabella's eyes flicking between Seraphina and me, calculating something I had no interest in. "There won't be a wedding," I announced and the room went still. The woman and daughter gasped. Seraphina didn't move. "Mr. De Luca, surely—” Zach started but I cut him off. "This is a contract," I said. "Not a celebration. She signs the documents and that's all that's required." I looked at Seraphina again, briefly, and watched her absorb the words without reaction — though I noted the slight release in her shoulders.

I answer them smoothly, feeling my confidence return. But then one of the women leans toward the other, whispering. Her gaze moves to me. Finally she says, “You’re Clarissa, Don Romano’s wife. It’s really nice to meet you in person.” I keep my expression polite. “I’m Annalissa. My sister is married to the Don.” Which is kind of true. Clarissa is Dante’s real wife. The world knows he’s married to her. Either I pretended to be her or not, it doesn’t change the fact that the world sees Clarissa, not Annalissa.

“Tomorrow, you will enter the gates of hell.” I froze. “What gates of hell?” He looked at me, his smile fading completely, leaving only cold darkness in his eyes. “Your way to suffer.” My heart sank. I didn’t know what awaited me, but I knew one thing for certain—it would be far worse than anything I had imagined. I had married the Devil himself. Now, whether I lived or died, I had only one goal: I must survive his ninety-nine ways of punishment. The next morning, Demi drove me to a massive, towering penthouse. As we arrived, the gates opened and guards lined up, bowing their heads in fear and respect.

"What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do as your wife then?!" "Do whatever you can to make me happy." “I’m not a clown!” I yelled at him. "No, you're not a clown but my wife. It's a responsibility of yours to please me." Then he leaned over to kiss my forehead, slammed the door, and left me in the spacious dark room. *********** I got out of bed and made an effort to investigate the goings-on in this mysterious mansion. I have no idea what the Mafia is involved in, but in my head, they are just as nasty as any other criminal, out to get rich quickly and kill anyone who stands in their way.

“What the fuck did she do again?” “What didn’t she do? The roofies in Mariella’s drinks were her doing and so was the contract leak.” “I knew she was behind the latter. But the roofies, too?” My insides fuelled with rage and I grunted, “Damn that bitch.” She went after my wife. There were no more limits left to cross. I would kill her for this. “Not only that, but she stole a few of your files from your office when she took the contract and handed them to her scheming father, who tried to steal those extensive projects from the Castellanos Industries.”

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the

She led with a far reached but plausible conclusion, that I had even thought would be the possibility until I had the wife’s record checked. “Who’s to say that the mafia boss’s wife has only killed only one child. I had Zayne do a background check on her and that woman is the reincarnation of the devil in a werewolf’s body.” Her hands were stained with gallons of innocence buried under the guise of being just a loyal serving con-woman. I had formerly believed that the worse she could muster would be to control her husband into destabilizing the entire mafia, that’s considering his status. “What do you mean?” Of course, she couldn’t verse my reference but even though it as clear as day what I

he doesn't love me. I cried harder because I wanted to marry for love and that has been taken from me. I cry because I feel like a complete gold digger and I wouldn't have gotten into a contract marriage if I had my own money,I wouldn't need to stay because he promised to pay all my loans..I cried because I have shitty taste in men , my first boyfriend sold me and the second man in my life forced me to marry him…I only attract questionable men. My mind has been a blur in days so I haven't been able to process my thoughts and it just dawn on me that I am the wife of a mafia and my life is no longer mine.i signed a deal with the devil.