Her Heartless Husband – An Arranged Marriage for the Mafia Boss Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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She gambles everything for love. But all her mafia billionaire husband wants is a divorce.

Boston’s most powerful mafia matriarch has commanded her grandson Ezio to marry her secretary Cat. Ezio is prepared to do his duty, but first he wants to understand why.
Of all the brides La Strega could choose, why must it be Cat, who is neither well-off nor well-connected? And does his grandmother not know how much her secretary hates him?
Cat has secretly been in love with her boss’s grandson for years and willingly risks it all to become Ezio’s wife. But she realizes too late that her husband doesn’t have a heart to begin with, and Cat loses everything when he throws her away.

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"IT'S ONLY WHEN I BECOME your husband that I'll fuck you with my mouth."

Aaaaaaaah.

"My fingers—-"

Oh, please, please, please—-

"And my cock."

She shattered as soon as she heard that last word.

So, so, so, hot...

The way his gaze devoured her as she came was acutely embarrassing, but at the same time, she couldn't deny how having him watch her with such unabashed hunger also had orgasm rippling through her body with the kind of intensity that had her body nearly arching off the billiard table.

When her eyes fluttered open, he was still staring down at her, his dark gaze unreadable, but oh, that smile on his lips...

It was the most wickedly beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she just had to say it now.

"I..."

His smile widened.

"I know," Ezio said softly. "It's unbelievable, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"How the two of us can make sense even without love."

She was about to nod again when she realized what he had just said.

Without...love?

My Heartless Husband

By Marian Tee

An Arranged Marriage for the Mafia Boss

Copyright 2024 by Marian Piñera

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Cattleya

One

'IF IT WERE UP TO ME, and I could, like, choose, I'd totally go for Giancarlo.'

And if it were up to me as well, and I could, like, choose, I'd totally un-hear what I just heard.

'He's just so dignified, you know?'

I'd even be willing to jump up and down and yell, 'I'm here, I'm here,' if I thought it would make any difference.

'No one wears an Armani suit like he does.'

But it won't since I'm invisible.

'Just like no one holds a gun like Cesare does.'

Figuratively, I mean.

'He just oozes of power and danger.'

'You make him sound like a criminal.'

Okay, I think it's time I put a stop to this.

We all work for the Marchettis, never mind if La Strega always insists on saying I'm part of her famiglia. That's just her trying to rile me up because she thinks it's not normal that I'm so quiet, and I...I think I forgot what point I was trying to make.

'You all make crushing on someone sound so complicated. Dating is not dating if it is not fun, dirty, and mindless.'

'You're talking about Massimo, aren't you?'

Everyone giggles, and I finally remember the point I was zeroing in on mentally, and that's how it's not proper at all to talk about the Marchetti men like this.

'It is true, isn't it? The rumors about Massimo fucking the brains out of that college student?'

I am absolutely in pain now.

It's one thing to crush on Boston's finest (and scariest, if we're being honest), but if they have to talk about it, too, they should at least stick to the facts instead of spreading unsubstantiated rumors.

It's time, it's truly time to remind everyone about the dos and don'ts that keep employees like us from getting killed. Do they not understand that we are working for famiglia? And not just any famiglia, but the Marchettis, whose matriarch is Boston's unofficial queen?

I step forward and clear my throat, but not a single woman in the locker room even turns my way.

Riiiiight.

How is it that I keep forgetting I'm invisible?

I take my phone out and start typing a memo when a message from our group chat pops on my screen.

SOS.

I quickly scan the rest of the message from Elaine, who's been assigned to the main deck.

On my way.

I'm already on the move as I type, and I'm already out of the locker room even before I've hit Send. Given the nature of her emergency, I think it's a given I'd be the best person to help her out.

The skirts of my sparkly, sequined, silvery gown swirl around my legs as I hurry up the spiral stairs, and mm.

Sparkly, sequined, silvery.

Swirl, spiral stairs.

Do I have the makings of a new tongue twister—-

Stop getting distracted, Cat!

I give myself a mental shake and refocus on the task at hand. La Strega has invited every famiglia in New England to tonight's Thanksgiving ball, and it's essential that we do not give any of our guests a single reason for complaint.

So focus, Cat! Focus!

I finally reach the main deck of the Marchettis' supersized yacht, and oooh.

It's like traveling back to the Gilded Age, and we're celebrating our first night on the sea. Everything's in black and gold, and everything that can shine and sparkle does shine and sparkle.

We have ice sculptures as table centerpieces, crystal goblets, and overflowing champagnes. And because this is all about famiglia, we even have the Marchettis' priceless ivory round tables set up for friendly card games. Absolutely no moneyed bets (Black Friday Raid, hello?), but losers will be joining our list of performers for tonight's speakeasy, and oh my gosh, I can't believe I let myself get distracted again!


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