The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Outside, the sound of rain began to fall, but inside her heart, the storm had already arrived. “Bastard! So that devil of a man doesn’t consider me at all? I’m his wife—yes, even if just a contract wife. But he shouldn’t treat me like this!” Giselle cursed inwardly, squeezing her eyes shut as the image of Leon kissing that woman replayed in her mind. She wiped her tears, determined to stay strong. She would endure this, bound by the contract, even if her marriage to the Mafia boss remained a secret.

"For what?" "Business. I need an heiress to a pure-blood mafia family to expand my empire. You are the only candidate who meets that criteria. So I'm asking you to marry me on contract." "You can't rule over me anymore." "I can." He pulled my dress so I fell into his arms. Then he turned my body so I faced the wall. He lifted the lower part of my dress. "Look, you haven't removed the label I gave you. That means you still belong to me. I branded you and you must obey your owner."

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

How can your life change in a matter of seconds? So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant. "Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide." "They'll look for me," I allude.

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

I took a walk along the garden for a little while enjoying the serenity of the afternoon breeze hitting my face as I took in the surrounding scent. I was now the wife to the Italian Mafia family who were known as the De Luan. Mason was in charge of his family's companies and businesses all around the country as well as his Mafia's family dealings and underground businesses. I did dream of becoming a wife to the Mafia world not to Mason but Christian but right now I believed he wasn't meant to be in my destiny. One whole year had passed and my life didn't seem to change one bit. My husband Mason was always indifferent with me and wasn't interested in our sham of a marriage like me but I did w

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

"Leonardo Diablo. Popularly known as De'vora. A deadly mafia boss. Your mother was his only daughter. But she lost everything under his name recently. I was her safe haven and she was mine. She helped me in my hard times. Those hard times almost placed me on the streets, but she was there for me all through. Marriage was the only reward I could think of. Even though I wasn't deeply in love with her. We got married and we had you." I stared at him. "Somehow, she found out about my family in New York. She started acting strange. She asked for half of my wealth, which I couldn't give. I made a mistake by comparing our marriage to my other one. I told her if I had to give half my wealth to anyon

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.