Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

A moment of silence passed between them before the mafia boss spoke again. "How about this deal? Drop the case against your ex-wife—" "How do you—" "Wait! I'm not done talking yet!" The mafia boss's voice rose a little, and Jeff felt embarrassed. "As I said! Withdraw the case against your wife, and annul your marriage. It's that simple. I know, and you know that your wife is innocent," said the mafia boss. I was shocked by what the mafia boss said to my ex-husband, I did not expect that their deal would end there.

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.

The office door creaks open, and Paolo steps in, his expression heavy with urgency. "Boss," he begins, his voice firm but unable to hide his concern. "I just got word from our informants. The Russians… they want something." I turn to him, my body tensing. "What do they want, Paolo?" He looks at me before dropping the bombshell. "They want your wife. If you hand her over, they'll call off the war." The air grows thick, the tension spreading through the room like wildfire. I stare at Paolo, trying to process his words, but I already know the truth. This was a provocation, a move by the Russian mafia boss, Viktor Orlov.

If he thinks this was the old Ava he had laid his hands on five years ago then he is wrong. As we struggled for the gun, it fell across the room. I quickly grabbed my knife from my purse and pointed it at him. "You are the one who shouldn't mess with me," I said and he stared at me. His eyes roamed all over my body and we locked eyes when he looked up. "Who is your boss?" He asked, and I chuckled. "She is our boss, dude. She is the wife of the mafia leader in Mexico," Max replied him. "You are Alex's wife?" He asked in disbelief. I didn't respond, I walked towards the door but he grabbed my arm.

Mhalia calmly reply, opposite to my anxious state right now. I fisted my head and squeeze my eyes close. "You don't have to feel guilty about what happen" she speak out again "It's not your fault, you do not wish that to happen"she added. My eyes narrowed while tears won't stop welling out from my eyes. I tilt my head eyeing her with disbelief. "How could you say that so easily?" I unbelievably ask her. Her friendly face turn serious "Because that's the reality" she pause and stood up "That's the reality of being the mafia boss wife. You need to get used seeing someone who protect die just to keep you safe and the organization" she said in a matter of fact ton

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

"While I agree with you, Massimo, this can't be the best way to go about it. You need to find someone who can and will fulfill the role of Mafia Queen." If her boss were anyone else, Elena would suggest he try dating again. But Massimo likely wasn't ready for that—he's slow to trust, extremely paranoid, and difficult to understand. Elena was still surprised Massimo had ever ended up married in the first place—and to someone his complete opposite, too! Massimo simply stared at Elena. After a minute or two of silence, he finally spoke again. "It's not like I have dozens of women who could pretend to be my wife and do it well—the mafia world is full of traditions outsiders never learn of as wel