Blood Wedding: A Mafia Romance
Thalia Corsini's wedding night ends with seven bullets and her husband's blood soaking through her white dress. Rafael Torrisi dies in her arms before they can even consummate the marriage, and when she screams for help, nobody comes fast enough.
Three days later, she's at another altar. Same family. Different brother. Dante Torrisi looks at her like she pulled the trigger herself. He's colder than Rafael ever was, more brutal, and infinitely more dangerous. Their marriage is a prison sentence designed to save a crumbling alliance between two crime families on the brink of war.
But someone is still trying to kill Thalia. The attempts keep coming, a sniper's bullet, a car bomb, poison meant for her wine glass. Dante is forced to protect the woman he blames for his twin's death, and as they dig deeper into the murder, they realize Rafael might not have been the target at all.
In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to decide: destroy each other, or discover who really wanted her dead.
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Chapter: FIFTYTHALIAI woke up to the sound of Dante moving around the room. The clock on the nightstand read 2:47 AM. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his back to me, his shoulders tense."Can't sleep?" I asked quietly.He turned slightly, surprised I was awake. "Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.""You didn't. I was already half awake anyway." I sat up and pulled the covers around me. "You okay?""Yeah. Just thinking.""About?"He was quiet for a long moment, like he was deciding whether to tell me. Then he sighed and turned to face me properly, his expression tired. "About everything. The investigation, the family, all of it.""Want to talk about it?""Do you want to hear about it at three in the morning?""It's 2:47, actually. And yeah, I do."A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked to the window, looked out at the dark grounds for a while before speaking. "I've been investigating everyone. Not just the family or the Grecos. Everyone. And it’s getting sort of…
Last Updated: 2026-02-10
Chapter: FORTY-NINETHALIAThe therapist's office was in a nice building downtown, the kind of place that looked completely normal from the outside. Clean glass windows, modern lobby, a directory by the elevator listing doctors and specialists. Dr. Reeves was on the fourth floor.Two guards drove me there. They didn't ask questions, just escorted me up to the waiting room and then positioned themselves outside the door. Salvatore had arranged the whole thing without asking me, just told me at breakfast one morning that I had an appointment at two."For what?" I'd asked."Therapy. To help with the trauma from the wedding night."Dante had looked up from his coffee but hadn't said anything. Just watched me with that careful expression he got when he was trying to figure out how I felt about something."I'm fine," I'd said."You're not fine. None of us are." Salvatore had set down his cup. "Dr. Reeves specializes in trauma. She's discreet, she's good, and she's already been vetted by our security. You'll se
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: FORTY-EIGHTDANTEI woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. The room was still dark, early morning gray filtering through the curtains. Next to me, Thalia was asleep on her stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, her hair spilling across the sheets.I grabbed the phone before it could wake her. Dad's name on the screen."Yeah," I answered quietly, slipping out of bed and moving toward the bathroom."Meeting. One hour. Don't be late."He hung up before I could respond. I stood there for a second, staring at the phone, my stomach already tight with the familiar tension that came with Dad's early morning calls. Nothing good ever came from them.I got dressed quickly, trying not to make noise. Thalia stirred when I was pulling on my shirt but didn't wake up. I watched her for a second, remembering last night. The easy conversation, the way she'd laughed, the comfortable silence when we'd finally gone to bed. It felt like something fragile, something that could shatter if I looked at it too
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: FORTY-SEVENTHALIAI was still standing in the same spot twenty minutes after Cristina left, staring at the closed door and replaying the conversation in my head, when I heard footsteps in the hallway.The door opened and Dante walked in carrying two paper bags that smelled amazing. He stopped when he saw me."You okay?" he asked."Yeah. Fine."He looked at me for a long moment, like he was trying to decide whether to push. Then he just nodded and held up the bags. "I brought food. Figured you probably haven't eaten.""What is it?""That Italian place you mentioned liking. The one near your old apartment." He set the bags on the table. "I didn't know what you wanted so I just got a bunch of stuff."I blinked at him. "You went all the way across town to get food from that place?""I was in the area for a meeting." He started unpacking containers, not looking at me."You were not in the area.""How do you know?""Because I know where almost all the family businesses are and none of them are anywher
Last Updated: 2026-02-08
Chapter: FORTY-SIXTHALIAI texted Cristina the next morning asking if she could come over to the compound. We needed to talk, I said. Just us.She showed up around noon, which meant she'd driven straight over without making excuses or trying to put it off. That was something at least. When Rosa let her in, Cristina gave me a hug like she always did, but I could feel the tension in her shoulders."Want to go up to my room?" I asked."Sure."We walked upstairs in silence. Dante had left early for some meeting with the accountants, so the suite was empty. I closed the door behind us and Cristina sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap."So," she said. "What's going on?"I'd been thinking all morning about how to do this, whether to ease into it or just come out and say it. But we'd never been the type to dance around things with each other, so I decided to just ask."I found messages between you and Rafael," I said. "From before the wedding."Her face went carefully blank. "What messages?"
Last Updated: 2026-02-08
Chapter: FORTY-FIVEDANTEI was losing my fucking mind.The past week had been hell, and not the kind I was used to dealing with. Give me a territorial dispute, a rival family making moves, someone who needed to be convinced to pay what they owed, fine. I could handle that. But this? Living in the same room as Thalia, watching her move around in those goddamn pajamas that showed just enough skin to drive me insane, pretending I didn't want to pin her against every available surface? This was a special kind of torture.So I did what I always did when things got complicated. I buried myself in work.I'd been overseeing more of the family business lately, taking on responsibilities that Dad usually handled himself. The parts that kept money flowing without drawing attention from the feds or our rivals. We had shipping contracts to negotiate, warehouse operations to manage, construction projects that needed oversight. Dad had been letting me take the lead on more of it, grooming me for when I'd eventually ta
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
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