The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Novelas e Histórias

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

I would fall right back into his arms, forgive the chaos, and drown in the love I never truly fell out of. And that terrified me more than Alessandro ever could. “Get up, Dante,” I said, forcing my tone to sound as cold, flat, and unfeeling as ice, keeping my eyes glued firmly to the grand staircase ahead of us. “Stop making a fool of yourself. A mafia boss doesn't kneel.” “I’m not a boss to you, Elena!” he pleaded, his grip tightening slightly against my clothes before he forced himself to let go, his large hands trembling against his thighs. “I’m your husband. I’m Jade’s father. That’s all I care about.”

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

His phone buzzed with a message: [ Meet me today. Let’s connect. – Cassandra ] He tossed the phone aside, jaw tight, and headed out alone. The day blurred into boardrooms and polished smiles. Adrian sat at the long table of Valerio Group, the voices of his associates droning on about expansion and contracts. He pretended to listen, but his mind was elsewhere—on Cassandra, on Marco Rossi, on the looming shadow of Don Enzo Rossi. Mafia lords… they don’t fight with fists. They control with silence, fear, and blood.

I’m not sure she fully understands what those words mean. It means I can’t share her with any man. She’ll always be mine, no matter what happens. She only nods. Smiling, I whisper the words I swore off for years. “I love you, Malishka. Much more than you know.” Laura beams, the smile reaching her eyes. “You promise to never keep secrets from me again?” She asks. I nod, “I promise…” I hum. But the truth is, my true mafia life will remain a secret. The things I did in the past will remain a secret. It’s better that way. No open wounds. No pain. No sorrow.

someone asked. Others repeated the question. I let the silence stretch just long enough before answering. “The woman Marco has a secret child with,” I said slowly, “is Signora Amara.” I turned slightly. “So yes—Alessandro’s wife.” The reaction was louder this time. Shock spread across the entire courtyard. “That’s impossible!” “How could that be true?” “Those are lies!” “Prove it!” Voices rose everywhere at once. Before I could continue, Laura stood up and walked directly toward me.

You think you're above the law, but you're not. Julia's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Marcus?" "Oh, I think you know. I want what's rightfully mine. And l wouldn't stop at nothing to get it." Echo stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "You will leave Julia alone, Marcus. She's not a pawn in your game." Marcus sneered. "And who's going to stop me? You? The CEO's secret lover?" Julia's heart raced. She knew she had to think fast, to protect Echo and their love…

Chapter 61 “What?” “Who’s calling?” “No. What did you say?” “I love you. It’s no big deal. Who’s calling?” No big deal?!! The mafia boss had just confessed his love to her and how it was no big deal?!! “You love me?!” “Liv. Answer the phone.” She couldn’t, not when she knew who it was. She was trembling, teeth gritting as her jaw tightened into a lock. Alex couldn’t discover her secret, not right now—not when he’d just admitted to being in love with her.

Lidya called her boyfriend a few moments before arriving at the villa, he said he is on a trip with two friends and his cellphone is off. Mania fiddled with her cellphone, confused whether to call her lover or not. Actually she didn't agree that Amanda had to come along, she is afraid that her best friend would snatch her love away. Mania doesn't think of Amanda as a rival, but as a woman who realizes that her lover is the man all women dream of, even herself, who has been cold to men all this time, can be captivated and fascinated by a Yemet, a wealthy dentist...and a big mafia.. .who has a charming face. Mania even gave her body to the man and she has no regrets, she is happy to have given