All Chapters of The Mafia's heir's bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Silence suffocated the air as Donato, the eldest son of the most dangerous mafia king, stood at the corner of the lounge watching his father, Morano, who sat dominantly with a stern face. He parted his lips and said, “I want Luca to get married to one of the maids working for us since I didn’t see a reasonable lady around Luca,” he said firmly. Morano, who sat elegantly in his dimly lit bedroom, turned to face his son with a raised brow, clearly caught off guard. “Why would you bring up such a suggestion?” he asked slowly, his tone stern and questioning. Donato stepped forward. “You know it’s our family tradition — as the first son, I have the right to choose a bride for my younger brother. And I’ve made my decision. Luca isn't getting any younger.” Morano leaned back slightly, intrigued now, as he glared at his son, perplexed. It was true Luca wasn't getting younger, but doesn’t this feel so sudden? “So which maid are you planning on marrying him to?” “There’s a girl,”

Daisy ran back to their room as tears poured down her cheeks. Alessia called out her name and hurried after her, but before she could reach the door, Daisy slammed it shut and locked it from the inside. “Daisy, please open the door,” Alessia begged softly, knocking. But Daisy refused to answer. Just then, Donato walked down the hallway and noticed Alessia standing alone. He approached quietly. “When you’re less busy,” he said, “the family has something important to discuss with you. After your chores tomorrow morning.” Alessia gave him a nod and whispered, “Ok sir.” Luca had arrived at the club. After downing a glass of strong liquor and watching the strippers swirl on the pole with practiced seduction, he headed upstairs to his private suite. Two women were already waiting on the bed, posed seductively just as he liked—lingerie

The news of the engagement spread like wildfire. In the Bianchi home, smiles were strained and silence grew heavy. Alessia’s mother had always been wary of the Moranos, but even wariness could be softened by promises of a better life. The Donato patriarch assured her that after Alessia married Luca, the Bianchi family would never know poverty again. Farmlands. A house of their own. A car. Even gold jewelry for her wrists and ears. So they nodded. Smiled. Pretended to rejoice while their eyes said otherwise. Alessia, however, barely slept. Her dreams were filled with the ghost of Lorenzo's empty smile, and her days were haunted by Luca's unreadable eyes. She had tried to speak with Luca after that day. To explain. To ask what he felt. But Elias, one of Luca’s most loyal men, whispered to her that Luca had been furious after seeing her with Lorenzo but held himself together out of respect for her family. He didn’t want to cau