THE MAFIA'S WRONG BRIDE
Blurb.
He was supposed to marry the eldest daughter of the Moretti but he fell for the younger daughter.
Maximiliano Bianchi(ML).The heir to the most feared and dangerous mafia empire in New York agrees to an arranged marriage.
His betrothed is everything the underworld wants.Sophisticated, beautiful.
But on the day of their engagement,Max meets Aaliyah Moretti.Soft-spoken,hazel eyes and innocent but beneath all that,is a ruthless and defiant girl.
Amidst everything,Max can't seem to stay away from her.
As their forbidden connection goes on.
Iris has some skeletons and when the truth is out,might love be enough to save them.
Hearts will be broken, loyalty will be tested,ties cut off but only one sister will be able to wear the crown.
Characterization.
Aaliyah (FM)is a smart,strong-willed young lady who doesn't scare easily.She has hazel eyes,curvy and blonde shoulder length hair.
She has her own scars and struggles.She challenges the mafia king any chance she gets.
Aaliyah grew up not getting involved in their Mafia affairs.
Aaliyah struggles between taking revenge and accepting her feelings for the man she hates.
Maximiliano Branchi (Max)is a cold hearted, ruthless and dangerous mafia heir who is feared not only in the underworld but across New York.Physically,he is tall with broad shoulders and bone chicks as sharp as a blade.He has piecing blue eyes that is cold and calculating.
He was betrothed to Iris but got eyes for her younger sister Aaliyah.
Iris Moretti is a beautiful, sophisticated and well mannered young lady with long dark hair and the shape of a model.
She was betrothed to the heir of the Bianchi mafia.She loved Max but loves power and money.
She pretends when everyone is watching.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Aaliyah’s POVI know I have to talk to Iris about it, as it is one thing to play this game with Max and another to actually have my sister agree to it.At the end of the day, it's her engagement, and if this plan fails, his home is going to be hers. There's little influence I can make if she doesn't consent to it in the first place.Wheeling my suitcase back into the estate, I make my way upstairs, returning to the hallway I used to play in years ago.The rug has been replaced by marble, and the covering on the wall is now a pristine white. I remember our mother yelling at us to stop running in the hallway when we were still younger. Her voice would travel through the walls, echoing until it reached us. It used to make me laugh, how it sounded like she was in the bathroom screaming for us to hand her her towel. Those were the days I thought I’d have her protection forever. Daddy never paid me any mind when I went playing soccer with the boys in my school, or when I refused to wear f
Last Updated: 2025-10-22
Chapter: Chapter 4Aaliyah’s POV“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Iris’ voice travels through the estate’s garden as soon as she lets go of my arm. “Iris, this isn’t what…”“It isn’t what I think, right?” she laughs creepily. “I have heard that line a million and one times. So, you can’t blame me if I am not buying it from you.”“I was just trying to talk to him!”“Everyone bloody saw you both dancing like you were in some tango competition. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you both were doing something behind me. You almost kissed him!”“No, I didn’t!” I yell, shaking my head in exasperation. “Don’t you get it, Iris? I freaking hate Max and want nothing to do with him. And if you had any inkling of what I know, you would hate him too.”"You've been going on and on about how he's dangerous, but isn't Dad dangerous too? We were born into this family, and it is none of my fault if you have refused to be fine with the system." She glares daggers at me, and I realize just how long i
Last Updated: 2025-10-22
Chapter: Chapter 3Aaliyah’s POVThe music reaches its peak in the background, teasing every fabric of my being. It doesn’t help that the one person I hate the most in the entire world is right in front of me, his hands on my waist, and his fingers teasing the exposed skin under my hoodie. "What makes you think I am going to follow you onto the dance floor, Max?"His lips quiver in a smirk. “That wasn’t a request.”I wrap my hands around my frame, putting a small barrier between us. “I am not dancing with you, Max.”He pulls me impossibly closer to him, his hold on my waist tightening even further. “You might want to consider that, mafia princess. I don’t think your father is exactly pleased you are denying his in-law a dance.”I am about to scoff when my gaze lands on my father, who is now dancing with Iris. He shakes his head subtly, a stern expression on his face. One I know all too well.I have the liberty to refuse, but that only means I will have to be on the next flight back to Rome. I can’t go
Last Updated: 2025-10-22
Chapter: Chapter 2Aaliyah’s POVIt is hard to keep the scowl off my face as Max takes another step forward, the guards practically melting into the walls.My chin gears up to look at him, ignoring the sudden dryness of my throat. “Max…”“You look…” he angles his head, his eyes sweeping through me slowly. “…out of place.”“I am not here for your stupid engagement,” I blurt before I can chicken out. “I just need to talk to my sister.”An annoying smirk graces his face. “Do you?” Max studies me, as if deciding whether to let me live or not. “Does Iris want to talk to you?”"It is none of your business. I am going to see my sister, and you are not stopping me."He leans in, and my eyes flutter close involuntarily, sucking in a sharp breath. His scent hits me, dark, expensive, and something I should steer clear of. "I don't waste my time on things, Aaliyah. You would have known that if you hadn't been away for so long."“Miss me?”“I don’t miss children.” He pulls away and nods at the guards. “Get out of m
Last Updated: 2025-10-22
Chapter: Chapter 1Aaliyah’s POVThe city comes alive as the plane taxis along the runway. It has been nine long years, but I still miss nothing about it. And I won't be here if it isn't so important.“You’ve arrived in John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York,” a hostess’ voice rings through the space. I blur out the rest of her speech that I have heard a million and one times about disembarking a plane.Because I have been on more flights than I can count in the last nine years. Just not one coming to New York.I still remember the look in her eyes shortly before I was whisked away in the private jet out of the city. The lifeless pools watched me, as if judging me for what I knew. For what I wasn’t saying.And now that I am back, I just hope I have enough strength in me to keep it hidden. With my suitcase in one hand and my phone pressed against my ear, I walk towards the arrival gate, hoping my father remembered I asked for a ride to come get me at the airport. One of the security men winks
Last Updated: 2025-10-22
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