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How To Become Mafia Boss

Auctioned to the mafia lord

Love is many things, but love does not live in the arms of the man who bought you. To love and be possessed by the man who had bought me as his wife, maybe I should have ran away when I could but saving my family from the growing debts is the only thing I could live for. So, I rather be possessed by Angelo Rossi, my husband and the capo of the Italian mafia. Milene sees her world crumbling down after the death of her father, what seemed like a perfect world comes crashing down within the twinkle of an eye. Being the eldest daughter of the Scardoni family, she felt the need to help out when her family began to face endless embarrassment from loan sharks but what seemed like a duty to maintain the peace of her family ended up with her being sold to a capo in the Italian mafia world. All Angelo needed is a bride who would ease the tension surrounding the sudden attempt on his life. He used the helpless situation yet selfish act of the Scardoni widow to gain her daughter as his bride but ends up developing deep feelings for her. As Milene is being forced to live with Angelo as his wife, she is faced with some difficulties in the underworld facing endless criticism from women who has been there before her. With the increased tension, Angelo finds himself going through anything just to protect his wife, he finds himself being forced to forfeit his role as capo because of his unwillingness to send Milene away and then get himself acquainted with the Russian mafia family by marrying the pakhan’s daughter. What happens when he wakes up one morning to discover that Milene is no longer by his side? Would he give up everything to look for her or would he believe the tales that is being told.
Omotola_Folorunso · 3.9K Views

The Mafia Boss Calls Me His Little Ancestor

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.
Js_Hs_0149 · 54.9K Views

Married To Mafia Boss

"Please my lord!!! Lend me the money,I promise to pay you back!! I just need to start up a business to take care of my family please!" The man cried in front of the mafia boss sitting down like a king on the chair smoking dangerously "So what if you can't pay back?" He asked in his cold scary voice The man kept quiet for a while before speaking up "I will give you my daughter" He finally said "I don't remember you having a daughter" The boss frowned "My wife gave birth yesterday,that's why I'm here for money...my lord" He said "Okay......deal" The boss said and immediately the man fell flat on the floor "Thank you so much!!!" The mafia boss turned to his men "Get him a bag and make him sign the contract" He ordered "Yes boss" The man was taken away after that. Soon enough,the boss's seven years old son came in with the mobsters,sweating all over as he had been training all day as usual. "Why are you here? Your training time isn't over" The boss said "Dad I'm tired......." "Never say that word in front of me again you weak human!!!" His father yelled and the boy broke into tears "No more tears!! Mafias are strong men,tears and weaknesses are taboos!!" He shouted "I want to play with other kids......" "How many times have I told you that you're not like other kids?" The boss stood up "Take him away,add extra two hours to his training session" He ordered his men "Yes boss!" And like that,they dragged the little boy out while he continue crying.
tamunotonyeharry96 · 5.7K Views
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