Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
That's the word Liana Marchetti heard her husband use to describe her as to his friends. She was a boring doormat that didn’t have a single thought for herself. He was so wrong. Being a mafia wife, she tried to play the role that she thought he would like. Now, he was going to see who the real Liana was.
And she wanted a divorce.
Diego did not want to be married. However, when his wife demands a divorce he told her there were only two ways. One, if she betrayed the mafia, he would kill her. The second, if she even dared to be with another man, he’d kill him and get rid of her. His wife had other ideas. Liana was going to make him work.
She had no interest in any other man. Because the truth was, Diego had hurt her. She had started to fall in love with her husband, but there was no way she was going to succumb to a man who thought she was a doormat.
However, Diego is completely blown away by his wife. He didn’t want a doormat, he relished the fire and passion burning inside her, and now, he was not going to let her go. He was going to keep her, and if that meant winning her back, that was exactly what he was going to do
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Chapter One
Doormat.
That one single word kept rolling around Liana Marchetti’s head as she quickly rushed out of the large mansion where there was currently a party in full swing. She couldn’t believe she had stumbled onto those insults. Not just her, but her friends, Mia, Clarissa, and Tatiana. They had all heard what their new husbands said about them, and she felt completely sick to her stomach.
They had been married a grand total of six months. Some of her friends had been married longer. Tatiana had been married the shortest time. Each of them had found a solidarity between themselves. It was rare to grow up in the Italian Mafia and find good friendships, but Liana knew her friends had her back. It was why none of them had stopped her from leaving the party without her husband—one of the most eligible and scariest men in the mafia, Diego Marchetti. The man she had been ... pledged to marry.
The moment her father had told her what happened, she had attempted to rebel. She didn’t want to marry a man she didn’t love. In fact, she recalled many years ago when her father had promised her that under no circumstances would she be forced to marry a man she didn’t love. However, that had been one of the few promises her father hadn’t been able to keep, and now she had to sit and listen to her husband tell his friends how boring it was being married to her. She was a “doormat”—a boring, dull woman, who made coming home impossible to do.
Liana knew married life was not going to be easy. She had grown up thinking she was going to explore the world, get away from the mafia life that seemed so constricting. After her mother’s death ten years ago, her father had never remarried. He never forced her brother, Luiz, to get married either. Her brother was ten years older than her.
She thought it was going to be different. Her parents had an arranged marriage, but they had found each other and fallen in love. Liana didn’t love her husband. At first, she had been terrified of him, seeing as he had a reputation for crushing men’s skulls. Who wanted to be associated with that?
She wanted to travel, to be free. Her father had told her to put her dreams to the side. That maybe if she was a good wife to Diego, he’d be willing to take her traveling. So, she played the role.
On their wedding night, she didn’t lock herself in the bathroom, even though she wanted to. No, she squared her shoulders and faced the reality that she was about to experience death. Their wedding night had not been fun. Losing her virginity had been painful. Props to Diego, he had made it good, at least in the end. He’d not been mean or cruel. However, he couldn’t stop the presentation of the sheets, which was simply mortifying. She spent breakfast with her friends, attempting to ignore the bloodstained sheets. Her friends had done well to help her. They all knew how to distract each other.
“Take me to my father’s,” she said, approaching her and Diego’s driver, Phill.
“Uh, Miss, I am going to need to check—”
She was done having to get permission from a man who saw her as a freaking doormat.
“I said, take me to my father’s now. If you are not willing to do so and wish to escort your master home, you can stay here and move out of my way so I can drive myself!” She shoved Phill against the car.