Mafia Husband Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

How am I supposed to fall out of love with my husband…when making me pregnant has become his number one priority?
I am done with my loveless marriage, but since I also know it won’t be easy convincing Mr. Ex Greek Mafia Royalty here to let me go—
I tell my husband I want a baby, thinking he’d ask for a divorce…but instead he says we can start making one right now?!

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The Flying Lady

There's a brisk knock on my bedroom door before it opens, and of course it's Theía not respecting my privacy like usual.

She enters my room, and her face immediately twists into a grimace. It's not enough to make her ugly (I don't think there's anything in this world that can), but it does get the message across.

Theía still thinks my room sucks, which is totally understandable. Her taste has always run along the three Cs of interior design: concise, contemporary, and IMHO—-completely characterless.

My room, on the other hand, is all about French country. Patterned fabric bed sheets and cushions, vintage leather-bound classics stacked irregularly on a shelf, a super-comfy Louis XVI armchair by the window, and a full-length gilded mirror propped against the wall.

It's the total opposite of Theía's preferences is what I'm saying, which is why I can only roll my eyes when she wrinkles her nose upon facing me.

"Now that you're done silently dissing my room—-"

The other girl cuts me off, saying, "Get dressed."

"Huh?" It's a Saturday, and Theía hates going out on weekends. "Why?"

"We're going out." Theía checks the time on the horseshoe clock on my desk. "Think you can be ready in fifteen?"

I sit up at that. "You haven't even told me where we're going—-"

Theía brushes my words away with a wave of her hand. "Just look nice, okay?"

"Jeans-nice or dress-nice?"

The older girl shrugs. "Just nice nice."


I keep forgetting Theía could care less about fashion, and I think that probably has a lot to do with how gorgeous my aunt is. I've honestly lost count of the number of times she's literally caused men to unconsciously drool at the sight of her. It's probably as many times as those same guys think Theía's lying when she tells them plain-Jane-me is her niece.

"Bailey?" Theía's tone is impatient. "I asked if you can be ready in fifteen."


"Great. I'll wait for you in the car then."

"Theía!" When will she realize that having a shower under an hour is not normal? "I need more time—-"

My aunt is already heading for the door when she tosses out her parting shot over her shoulder. "13.5 minutes left, kid. Get moving."


I hate it when she calls me that. Since I'm already nineteen, and she's only twenty-four, calling me a 'kid' is really stretching it.

But since Theía being my aunt makes her the tyrant in this household-—

This "kid" can only hurry as unreasonably ordered, and I'm forced to make do with just a quick shampoo-and-bath-gel sesh before squeezing into the first black dress I grab out of my closet.

Theía's trusty chauffeur steps on the gas as soon as I join her in the backseat, and I can't help feeling a little suspicious since the older girl only uses her Rolls Royce when she needs to look particularly badass.

"Please don't tell me where we're going has to do with the family business?"

"It does." Theía looks at me reprovingly when I groan. "You can't make a habit of avoiding family, Bailey."

"Easy for you to say," I grumble.

In "families" like ours, girls can only be useful in two ways: you either marry an enemy to keep the peace...or you marry an ally, also to keep the peace. Unicorns like my aunt - aka females with actual jobs and high-ranking positions in the family business - don't count, and it's why I'll remain a disappointment in everyone's eyes for as long as I'm unmarried and childless.

A pair of hotel employees is already rushing forward as we cruise up the driveway, and I'm startled to see them respectfully lowering their heads as soon as Theía and I step out of the car.

"What's that about?" I ask uneasily as we walk away.

"It's fine."

"You're sure?" The one time my parents forgot to keep a low profile, they ended up...dead.

Theía waits until we're inside the elevator before looking at me. "Everyone here is like us."



The Grudge

This is bad...

The thought flashes in my mind the moment Theía and I enter the hotel's penthouse conference room, and I realize right away this meeting isn't just about our family business.

There's this huge executive table in the middle of the room that's easily the length of a standard-sized Olympic pool, and seated around it are the patriarchs and matriarchs of every prominent Greek mafia family in America.

My grandfather is one of them, and a discussion among our elders commences as soon as my aunt and I take our place behind him.

Vengeance does not excuse members from breaking this group's rules...

Translation: gunning enemies down is standard practice, death by faking an overdose is most preferred, but what's not acceptable at all is taking a page straight out of Jack the Ripper's handbook, which is what Theía did when she finally managed to hunt down the people who abducted and killed my parents.

Kayra shall not be expelled from this organization in light of her condition.