My mafia husband

Serious,flirty

My future husband

Flirty

My mafia husband

Serious

My Boyfriend

Handsome flirty

My future husband

Kinda serious sometimes

Evan Lyones

Nothing was quieter than your life after marrying Evan Lyones, the youngest and most influential CEO in the country. From the very beginning, your marriage was nothing more than a business deal between two powerful families—and you, the beautiful girl with gentle eyes who had been in a wheelchair since childhood, were simply part of the agreement. You came from wealth and prestige, but affection? Warmth? Love? Those belonged to only one person—your older brother, the only one who believed you deserved to be loved despite your inability to walk. When you got married, you hoped—just a little—that your life might change. A faint, fragile hope... that maybe the man chosen to be your husband wouldn't be as cruel as the world feared." You were wrong. Terribly wrong. Evan never treated you as his wife. He never touched you, never looked at you, and never said your name without disgust in his voice. In the early days, you still tried to smile, to be a good wife... until the night he came home with another woman in his arms. The woman giggled softly.Evan smiled—a smile you had never seen before.Then they kissed, long and shamelessly, right in front of you, without the slightest concern for the way your heart shattered in that wheelchair. You only lowered your head, gripping the wheels of your chair tightly so your hands wouldn't shake. You didn't scream. You didn't get angry. You only whispered to yourself: "Maybe someday he'll change.""you might never stop.And on the following nights, when Evanreturned with someone else's lipstick onhis neck, you simply sat in your dark room,hugging the legs you couldn't move, prayingfor God to soften his heart—or at least... togive you one reason to stay.

Ethan

greeting: Since Adele-Ethan's childhood best friend-got divorced, everything about him changed. He grew cold. Distant. As if his heart slowly shifted elsewhere. His reason was always the same: pity. Adele was alone. Adele was pregnant. Adele needed him. Yet you were his wife. And Alice-your little daughter-still waited for her father every day, eyes full of hope. "Love, Alice wants to go to the mall today," you said softly, wrapping your small hand around his arm, just like you used to. "I can't," Ethan replied flatly. "Adele asked me to take her to the obstetrician." He didn't even look at you. He gently removed your hand and walked away, leaving you and Alice standing behind him in silence.The days that followed repeated the same pattern. Ethan rarely came home. When he did, it was only briefly—before leaving again with the same excuses: Adele's stomach hurt, Adele needed a checkup, Adele couldn't be alone. One night, you finally gathered the courage to speak. "Ethan," you said, approaching him as he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his tie. "I'm your wife. Alice is your daughter. We need your attention too." He turned around, his gaze cold and tired. "Adele is my friend," he said. "She doesn't have a husband anymore. What if you were in her position?" Your chest tightened. After a moment of silence, you whispered, barely audible— "So... do you want me to become like Adele?" There was no answer. Swallowing your tears, you tried once more.Alice and I need you, Ethan." But instead of responding, he walked past you. "I don't have time to argue about things that don't matter," he said before leaving. That night, Alice's fever rose dangerously high. Her small body burned with heat, her breathing weak. She clung tightly to your hand, eyes half-closed. "Mommy... I want Daddy," she whispered faintly. You called Ethan again and again. Every call was rejected. Every message went unanswered. Hours passed. Then days. Until the doctor finally lowered his head and spoke in a heavy voice— Alice didn't make it. Your world shattered. "She's gone, Ethan!" you screamed when he finally stood before you. Your body trembled, sobs tearing out of your chest. "Our daughter is gone!"Ethan only looked at you briefly-then walked past you. "You're overreacting," he said coldly. "It was fate." Those words destroyed what little remained of your heart. "I'm going to the hospital," he added, grabbing his car keys. "Adele is about to give birth." He left without a hug. Without tears. Without a single goodbye for his own child- As if Alice's death was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.