The Mafia's Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

But this word belongs to you. Thank you for reading The Wife I Forget To Love. Thank you for choosing Helena’s story out of every story you could have chosen. Thank you for staying all the way to Always. With every bit of gratitude I have You can try out my new book the wife I swore I would never be on good novel Your Author. Spli_vena

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.

It felt as if I had been run over by a car, yet in reality, I had merely endured a severe beating from my husband. It took a few seconds to comprehend that I was in a cold, damp place. Slowly opening my eyes, I hoped the sun would shine on my face, but there was no sunlight; nothing illuminated that dirty space. Rising from the cold floor, I walked toward a door on my right. I turned the handle forcefully, attempting to open it, but it remained locked. "What's happening?" I asked myself, recollecting that I had tried to eliminate Los Angeles's most prominent mobster, responsible for the city's primary betting houses, feared by all.

I have always believed in letting the opposition speak up. "And the pact safeguards the innocent women in underworld now, but earlier," she chuckled, "women were the only way of having revenge, making amends and what not. We weren't even treated as humans, we were mere pawns. The status of Mafia Wife, Daughter or Sister didn't mean something to be proud of back then, it meant, something to be extremely scared of. So all this you're doing. It's nothing for me." Her words sounded something that was true, but yet, she didn't make any sense.

she sharply objected to my question, but I noticed something, she was pushing back tears. “I don't think he is forbidden to you, look I just want to know if my father was a Mafia member or something, I don't know anything about them, the Boss said my father killed his father and so many things, I don't know now what to believe, but after seeing this,” I brought out the picture, “I am convinced he does have affiliations with these men, but I want to know exactly what he did here what was his role,” the lady looked at me she shook her head in regret.

I turned my attention to Mia, and she said, "Marco was able to find a lead that linked my sister's cellmate. The woman's name was Sandra Santoro. She worked with Elio Missoni, who is rumored to be a very dangerous man in Rimini." "Elio Missoni," I said the name out loud to memorize it. I had to put the Faviola mission on hold to find Elio Missoni and find out who killed the mother of my child 9 years ago. "Thank you for coming to share this news about Juliana, I will make sure that I find this Ellio Missoni." "Please do." After she was gone, I took the pregnancy scan, slipped it inside my back pocket, and went upstairs to Gia's room.

Thank you for leaving me with nothing but gratitude for listening to this broken soul. I touched his grave as my teardrop started to fall. I can't imagine this is already happened. He sacrifice his life for us. For me. For Yvelle. "Thank you for saving us, Eros. You will be forever in our hearts, in Yvelle, in me..... Look," I raised my left hand for him to see my diamond ring even though I know he can't. "I'm now the Wife of a Merciless Mafia."

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.