Vows With The Billionaire Mafia Novels & Stories

I had to get her into the game, make her comfortable and then crumble her like I did to her father. "È solo una settimana prima che si sposi con lei e io ho tutto ciò che voglio. Prendo I diamanti insanguinati e ancora una volta divento la mafia più ricca e potente del mondo [It’s just one week until he gets married to her and I have all I want. I get the blood diamonds and once again I become the richest and most powerful Mafia in the world.]" I say as a thought flashes in my head like a reality.

ONE of them asked. The billionaire did not even bother to answer. His henchmen took his silence for consent, and one of them pulled out their weapon. “I am not Alexander!” my voice rang louder than I thought it would, and real fear hit at the pit of my stomach as the chair turned around and I finally found myself face to face with the most ruthless billionaire in the entire country. I shut my eyes, believing that my punishment would be worse if I dared to look at him. “What joke is this Justin? Why do you bring me a fucking woman in place of Alexander?”

"Honey, give you that choice." Regina was now in a hazy state of mind, she faintly overheard the conversation between the two men and knew that her current situation was very bad. Darryl Rider gives her two choices. One is that she will follow the old billionaire and accept to be his lover, live dependent on him and forever lose her freedom and innocence. The other option is for her to seek help from Darryl Rider, the most notorious mafia boss in Italy. Thus, she will have to prepare mentally to take unforeseen risks. Who doesn't know how cruel and scary Darryl is, so of course Regina is afraid of him.

she whispered, her voice steadier than she felt. He closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts before he continued. “Years ago, I made a deal with a powerful family—the Berardos. They were deep in the mafia world, and they needed help laundering money. I thought it was just business. But they used those funds to fund…unspeakable things. Things I didn’t know about until it was too late.” Sasha’s breath caught, horror and disbelief flooding her. “And Isabella has proof of this?” He nodded, shame clouding his face. “She was part of it all along. She has records of the deals, and if she goes public with them, my entire life falls apart. My business, my reputation…everything.”

She had been claimed, branded, but today she was bound by a series of oaths as frigid as the empire they were entering. "Do you, Dysis Salmon, consider Alexander Levi to be your lawfully wedged husband?" Though her hands shook only momentarily, Dysis calmed herself and grabbed the silk of her garment with relentless force. Her breath stitched slightly. She could feel the guests staring at her, each one silently evaluating the moment. "I do," she said, her voice calm and clear. She knew the words were real even though they seemed alien on her tongue. She was not giving Alexander the man her complete yes. She was approving Alexander Levi, the mafia boss. To the authority. Regarding the future.

“I have to confess something to you, Ana. I… I got in with some very dangerous people. I had no choice but to take the contract you see… and I made a big mistake. And now I owe a debt that I cannot bear to pay.” “What kind of dangerous people?” Her entire body went still. “The Romanian Mafia.” “H-how much do you owe them?” He hesitated, as if he couldn’t find the words. Anateya snapped, “How much do you owe them, Papi?!” “A billion dollars!” He threw his hands up, his chest heaving. “I’m so sorry, Anateya.” Her legs gave out, and she dropped onto the ottoman, staring out at nothing in particular. “How did this even happen?”

"Welcome, gentlemen… my name is Ariosh and I will be your host." There was a slight clapping of hands before Mr. Ariosh continued. "We have just one product here now… it is a special and rare one...." He gestured with his hands as a young lady was led out. "Our starting price is 30 million dollars. Can I see 40 million?" Some hands went up. This was a room filled with Mafia billionaires. "I am not interested in any of this," Marcus snarled at Giovanni. "Tell us what you want so we'll be on our way."

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

And judging by Zyliah's response when his name came up, it never would be. "With whom?" His eyes narrowed as if he knew something but just wanted to confirm. It only took me a second to realize what was happening. Being a businessman who ran his grandfather's infamous Mafia underground, things barely went past me. "I see your dad has told you." "So it's true?" Suspicion was beginning to morph into accusatory glares. I bounced my shoulders in a careless shrug. "Yes, it is." "Oh, you bastard!" He leapt forward, ready for a physical brawl.

I fixed my gaze on Paolo, sitting next to me, his imposing stature and calm gaze seeming to dominate the space. As we passed by imposing buildings illuminated by the night, I couldn’t help but ask the question that had been burning on my lips since our meeting. — Paolo, tell me… what is your job? How do you afford a private jet, this limousine, and all this luxury? He turned his gaze to me, and an enigmatic smile stretched across his lips. For a moment, I thought he would evade the question, but he answered with disarming frankness: — I’m a mobster, Allyssa. All my wealth comes from the world of the mafia.