The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thought Clouded Alyssa's mind as she wondered what in the world had happened when she called Mr mafia last night. After a lot of thought, she still couldn't remember what had happened and she decided not to disturb herself by thinking of what had happened last night over the call instead she started to think of what could be next for her now that she had accepted to be the contracted wife to a Mafia lord. "Even if I do not have a long time to live again due to my sickness, I still don't want to die quickly in the hands of my handsome Mr mafia," Alyssa said to herself as she went down the stairs to prepare breakfast for herself.

“I am worried for you. Your life will be much more different from before, Leigh. Really different. And I am still working on how not to leak your information here. The mafias are still looking for you and the organization is in a wreck because of how powerful those motherfuckers are. The ruthless mafia lord… that fucking bastard was destroying every organization just to find you, Leigh.” I cursed. That ruthless mafia. That fucking man! What happened to me and that person was just an accident. We were both intoxicated with alcohol and both of us weren’t aware of what we were doing. We were both controlled by the heat of our bodies and needed someone to help us release our heat. It was just a

Women threw themselves at me, when they knew my wife was gone, the first year was torture and the second was my undoing, the urge to release my fury my stress, drove me into the arms of one of my dancers again, one night of lust was enough to bring the Devil in me to the surface again. After that they were only one night women, all of them had to have a resemblance with her, with the woman I wanted in my arms, with the one I needed in my bed, sometimes I called them Fiorella and they obeyed, they did everything I wanted, but they were never her. She was elegance, innocence, seduction and passion, all in one woman, in my wife, my life went on, my business grew bigger than ever, my alliances e

“Well, I’d rather be anywhere but here. I’d rather take my chances with him, as long as it means I don’t have to keep pretending to be your wife.” I threw my words at him, and he winced like it stung. “He won’t take you. I won’t allow it.” I laughed, but there was nothing remotely funny about any of this. Basically, I had two choices: the devil I knew and the devil I didn’t know. “You won’t allow it?” I asked. “Look around, Nikolai, I’m your hostage. Your fake wife. You took me away from my life. You’re no better than Moretti.”

“You’re their mother. Biology, bond. Those things matter. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll expose him if we have to. The fake marriage, the lies, everything.” Maria, one of the nannies, hovered near the door. “Ms. Brown, are you alright?” she asked softly. “No,” I said, wiping my face. “I’m not. How could I be when he keeps doing this?” Avery rocked the baby boy gently, her voice was low but steady. “Tell me again... what else did that bastard add to that stupid contract?”

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

I blinked, in a daze as I stared at her beautiful face. “I’m your wife now,” Her words were simple, but it knocked out all the air in my chest. The anger in my chest quieted down, just for a moment until a familiar feeling rose back, and I intend to address this now. “Yes,” I spoke slowly, “You are… my wife.” She smiled. “For now,” I added and watched as her smile vanished, replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘for now’?” “You might still run away from me once our deal is over. Once I gave you the shining spotlight you desperately want. Once you finally achieved your revenge against your ex-husband, you will leave me. That’s our contract.”