The Mafia's Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

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.

You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly. "After your death, the position of the mafia boss's wife will be mine." She paused, as if she were reminiscing about something. In a sweet tone, she asked, "Do you know what my favorite thing is? "It's to see that look on your face when you're misunderstood. You cry, explain, and plead with them to believe you. But you don't know that I'm the only one they trust." She straightened her back and looked down at me. "Mom, Dad, Zachary, and everyone in the Gardner family… I will be the only one they remember. Your existence is just a joke."

Questions. But one thing was certain. I would not walk into that room as the forgotten wife. And judging by the way he had looked at me that morning… He knew it too.

“Clyden, please. Just take us back to our home. Look at grandma and I. We’ve been living in the streets these last couple of days.” “Our home?” I asked in disbelief. “It’s MY home, now. You lost the chance to call it your home when you treated money more like a family than me.” “We regret that, Clyden,” Edith said. “We’ve already learned our lesson. We even came to a conclusion that we’d accept Maia as your wife. Please, Clyden. Just take us back.” “How many times will I tell you no? You should be thankful that I didn’t even press charges against you. Yet, you’re here? Asking for me to take you back! No way in hell,” I said in a resolute voice.

I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess. It's not what you think; Carmen isn't a pedophile, but she gets off on some sick shit, just not little kids, thank fuck. As the wife of a mafia member, she holds a lot of weight. If I had disrespected her, then my uncle would have whipped me, yet I disappointed him when I allowed his wife to treat me as she did and still does. It was a never-ending battle.

Malik looked at him in shock. "She is my woman! Not any whore.. And true mafia never leaves his woman! But a Mafia-like you will never understand it, who even betrayed & killed his own wife, Zubaida. You will never understand the fact that a true Mafia needs to become a man first, before becoming any leader or king. But You are not a man enough to understand this because no matter what happens, no matter who comes across, True Mafia is above all that. So think before saying anything about my woman because

but according to him , when someone enter the mafia world he has the responsibility of all mans who are working under him . suddenly the door bell ringed. here comes my husband after getting satisfied from my sotan " finally you come, just go why you come home., go to my sotan "I said . "what you mean your sortan , you know I have no second wife , what are you talking about ", he said . he is change now. I don't know why he snapped at me a lot now. I was sure that man change after the marriage but that much early . "you are again doubting me , you will never change . you are like other typical women who are doubting their husband . " he said . WHAT ...why he is talking like that . my eyes w

Monica asked Emma with a smile. "Of course not, we all know whose Mafia is the most powerful in Atlanta, thus nothing can harm her since she is the ruthless Mafia Don's wife's best friend, and you are simply mafia maids of Don's beneath my husband, OK," I smiled at Monica and her companions as they tried to hide their shame. "Talking about that, are you not meant to be at home after burying your father? We heard that your husband's bullet mark was detected on the bullet that killed your father."