Vows With The Billionaire Mafia Novels & Stories

I grasped hiding behind Annie who stood up, I never expected him to come in so soon, I wasn't really fully really prepared. "Camela" leo called. "Sir" I answered to quickly. "The result are out" leo said with a smirk. I went on my knees quickly "Please have mercy on me sir" I pleaded. "Mercy?" "Let bargain sir" I pleaded expecting a reasonable response only to be met with laughter. I watched as he laughed making me feel like a fool. "Am loenard Marshall dejung the richest billionaire on this planet" Leo boasted. "Not money sir" "Then what bargain?"Leo asked.

He added. Just as always he was well informed, my negligence had really gotten the best of me. A lot of things had changed and most of the connections I had, had been stolen from me. This was something with being a Mafia, with Money anything can be bought over. To my world, Alliance, Money and Connections were the sure deal. "He's involved in a lot of dirty deals, it involves human trafficking, I have to bring him in order " I replied. Human trafficking was something I detest.

I was so spellbound that it took me all the effort in the world to drag my legs and leave the window side. Six men, dressed in dark suits, emerged inside and stationed themselves about, looking intimidating. Soon, the billionaire stepped in and my mouth instantly went dry. As he walked in a kingly gait, the thudding of his footsteps was nearly soundless. He was unbelievably handsome and elegant, with a presence that reeked of power and charm. I couldn't hold a steady gaze on him because I was feeling like a teenager trembling with nerves at the sight of something strange. This was the most nervous I had been all my life. “It's such a great honor to have you here, Mr Ethnan.” My mother's vo

The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings. Whispers and rumors about the Russo family circulate in the wine world. I’ve heard crazy things—claims of immense wealth, ruthless tactics to stay at the top, raising their young to be bloodthirsty monsters, involvement in kinky sex, and even the curious rumor that the men spank their women. Despite their criminal ties, my business _ my money. The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor.

Luca's life hung in the balance, and here I was, being sent to face a man who had crossed Dante, someone I didn't even know, someone who could easily turn me into a pawn in this dangerous game I was now trapped in. Luca had always been the one to protect me. He had shielded me from this world, kept me away from the mafia's poisonous grasp. But now, I was walking straight into its heart, sent by the very man who controlled it. And with each step I took, I knew there was no turning back. As I made my way to the car waiting outside, I glanced around at the towering skyscrapers that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. Moretti Enterprises was a world of power, of wealth, of ruthless ambitio

"Girl, you're about to marry one of the most powerful, most insanely hot men in the country. And you're telling me you're not even slightly excited?" Von gasps, clutching his chest. "No, babe, you don't understand. The Wrevco clan is like... like a living, breathing, billionaire Greek god factory." Heather nods furiously. "It's ridiculous. Like, it's illegal to be that attractive."

It was the moment of realization… the moment she understood that Vito Marino wasn't just a wealthy businessman with a temper. She hadn’t truly known he was Mafia, she had seen the money and the power, but she hadn't seen the blood. No sane woman would have attempted a fake pregnancy scam on a man who owned the city’s shadows if she had known the stakes. "I... I'll leave," she sobbed, her knees finally buckling as she slid off the ledge and back onto the carpet. "I'll go. I won't say anything. I swear on my life." "You will leave this mansion, and you will leave my life. If a single word of this… a single whisper of this night or that hotel hits the media, you won't live to see another mornin

"It's a big change, living here instead of the apartment. Having security everywhere. Being part of his family." "His family sucks," Sofia said bluntly. "Marco told me they were awful at that dinner. Insulting you, questioning why Dante married you. Like you're not good enough for him? Please. They should be grateful to someone as amazing as you would marry into their creepy crime family." Isabella choked on her coffee. "Their what?" "Oh, come on. You know what Valentinos are." Sofia waved her hand dismissively. "Everyone knows. They're mafia. Like, actual organized crime. But Dante's different, right? He's cleaned up the business, gone mostly legitimate. That's what Marco said."

she whispered, her hand finding the ivory grip of her pistol. "The Morettis," Kael’s voice suddenly crackled in her ear. The jamming had been knocked out by the sheer volume of the incoming fire. "Evelyn! Get down! They’re not here for the boat, they’re here to liquidate the debt!" The rival mafia—the very people Victoria had been funding—had decided they didn't want to wait for a merger. They wanted the Voss assets, and they wanted the heirs dead so there would be no one left to claim the throne.

Vivian's familiar handwriting sprawled across the page: *"Mother—I can't do this. I know what this means for the family, for the business, for everything we've worked for. But I can't marry a man I don't love for money, even to save us. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Give Elena my love. —V"* I read it twice, the implications crashing over me like waves. "She's not coming back." "The wedding is in six hours." Mother stood abruptly, pacing to the windows. "Three hundred guests. Media coverage. The mayor, two senators, half the Fortune 500. The merger contracts are signed contingent on this marriage."