The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Novels & Stories

I leaned back in the chair and grinned at Apollo. “Calixto Sandoval, Mayor of Sta. Monica is an ideal man for his wife. But look at this. He's having an affair with this woman— his secretary," Apollo began. He followed Calixto yesterday, but here he is and has already given me some information. "This is the first information. Second...” He put down another file again. I reached for it and read it. Anomaly in a project he made. Who would have thought that Calixto was also doing something anomalous? Dad knew him as a good and clean person. He's good at hiding. I grinned.

My fiancé, Luciano Marino, was the Don of the Marino family, and he was an extremely careful man. For the five years we'd known each other, he'd kept me on his estate outside the city. "Eleanor, you're my weak spot. I'll never let any of my enemies lay a finger on you." "The fewer people who know about you, the safer you are." So I'd never once appeared in public with him, let alone met his family. Three days before our wedding, I was outside the study when I overheard him talking to the butler. "Don, are you sure you want to schedule your wedding to Ms. Vanderhall for the same day, three days from now?" "That's right." "Then... what about Ms. Ashford?" He took a deep drag on his cigar. "Ele

She blinked her eyes after steadying her steps and raised her head to look into the deep blue eyes. “You are tall…” She chuckled and used her fingers to touch his abs. “This is so hard.” She whispered dazedly, squeezing his pecs muscles. Rosie figured that he must have been the best call boy in this club, his handsomeness was out of this world, an angular face, paired with cold blue eyes. James closed his eyes and tried to control the desire he felt. Seeing the outcome of events, Stacy gasped, The man embracing her bestie has a dangerous temperament. She guessed he might be the call boy Rosie paid three million for… or else??

She wasn't expecting any visitors. A frowned formed on her lips in confusion as she stared at the two bully men in suits. "Who are you and what are you doing here?' "Hello. I am Adrian. Are you Iss Isabella?" "Isabel, yes." "We are from the Armani's. Mrs Elena Armani has requested for your presence." Isabel's mother had saved a certain Lorenzo from dying years back. The Armani's was one of the top wealthiest family's in America. Lorenzo along with his mother hand.

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

“I didn’t start any of this.” He appears contemplative, then says, “When you left New York, people were saying that Igor had killed you after secretly marrying you, simply to inherit your money. I don’t know if he told you this, but I went to see you and demanded that he give me your body to bury. That was when I learned that he didn’t know where you were, and I believed him. I believed him because I’d never seen a man look so distraught before. And I realized two things that day: One, that I still loved you unconditionally, despite everything that happened to tear us apart, and two, that I’d underestimated Igor Makárov. And I respected him a little bit more after that day, because I realize

He held her hands and placed a peek on each one. “I still feel a little weak.” Rory said as she forced a smile. She was glad to have him and definitely loved the way he looked at her. She knew what it meant but was too shalow to think that a wealthy mafia lord like him would love her for real. “I'll go meet the doctor now, shall I?” “Permission granted.” This time Rory smiled for real and it warmed his heart. He returned the smile and stood up. On getting to the door, he turned back to glance at her. “I'll be back.” With that the door was closed behind him and all she could see was the door and not him..

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

“Who told you I was here to assist you? Do what I say, or I’ll whisper your secret to Miss Scarlet this very moment. Shall I go now?” “No!” Lidia cried, shaking her head in panic. “Please don’t. I’ll finish the work.” “Good girl.” With that, Hanks turned on her heel, smugness radiating from her like poison. Upstairs, Miss Scarlet paced the grand master bedroom, her silk robe flowing around her like dark fire. Her eyes darted toward the empty side of the bed. “Where is he?” she muttered. Bruno, the mafia king—her king—had not come home last night. Her fingers curled tightly around her phone as she dialed. His number rang once before going dead. Switched off.