Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Forgotten Wife

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

He agreed to sell the property, and I bought it for next to nothing with no real plan to live there. All I wanted was to have someone clean it up and fix the house. And later, I wanted to lease it in case those people were interested in tending to the olive trees. I knew nothing about olives and orchards, so that was that. From the same man, I learned more about the woman’s deceased husband. He was part of the Sicilian mafia, and his wife had been kidnapped and trafficked before he got her back. And then he got into a war with those people, and he and his wife lost their lives.

Felix, the retired mafia lord, had advised him on the path to take in order to overthrow Alexander, the ruling mafia kingpin. But Alfredo knew he had to meet his mentor face to face to truly understand the magnitude of what he was getting himself into.Anita, Alfredo's wife, watched him nervously from the corner of the room. She had always been skeptical of her husband's involvement with the mafia, fearing for his safety and their future together. "Alfredo, are you sure about this? We could lose everything," she pleaded.

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

She entered the limo, where Sandro sat looking devastating in a matching suit. ~~ESPOSITO GROUP Of COMPANIES~~ They arrived at a towering skyscraper. “Why are we here?” she asked. “You wanted to be known as my wife. Here we are.” They entered the building together. “Is that… his wife?” “He’s really married?” Anna could hear the staff gossiping as they walkes towards the conference hall. ~~ESPOSITO GROUP OF COMPANIES— CONFERENCE HALL~~ The conference room buzzed with tension as dozens of journalists, camera crews, and curious staff whispered and jostled for position. It wasn’t every day that Italy’s most feared mafia heir summoned the media like this—let alone for something as human as love.

Standing at an imposing 6'3", he boasted a toned physique, an outward display of strength that matched the coldness in his personality. On paper, he was painted as a young CEO billionaire, the epitome of success and prosperity. However, Feliza knew better. Beneath his successful and wealthy exterior, he concealed a darker truth—he was part of the mafia, a world of hidden dealings and a lifestyle far from the polished image he showed to the world. Standing there, the contrast between his public image and the concealed reality highlighted the complex and mysterious nature of the man she was about to marry. As she approached the altar, and Shan, the man she was about to marry, took her hand in

The woman was tall, elegant, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back and lips curved in a smile too perfect, too knowing. “Isabella,” Adriano said, turning to her at last. “You remember Gianna Moretti?” Her name hit like a gunshot. Gianna Moretti. Of course she remembered. The daughter of the man her father had betrayed. The family that vanished when the FBI came for them. The ghost of Chicago’s old blood feud—now standing in her living room, alive, beautiful, and looking at Isabella as if she already knew she’d won. “Of course,” Isabella managed, forcing her lips to curve. “How could I forget?”