Does 'Married To My Mafia Husband But He Loved My Sister' Have A Sequel?

The space between them disappeared. She arched into him, tilting her head as his lips traced a slow path down her jaw, then lower. Goodness, she wanted more. *** Valentina De Luca was never meant to be a Caruso bride. That was her sister's role—until Alecia ran off with her fiancé, leaving behind a family drowning in debt and a deal that couldn’t be undone. Now, Valentina is the one offered up as collateral, forced into marriage with Naples’ most dangerous man. Luca Caruso has no use for a woman who wasn’t part of the original bargain. To him, Valentina is nothing more than a replacement, a means to reclaim what was promised to him. But she isn’t as fragile as she seems. And the more their lives tangle, the harder she is to ignore. Everything begins to go well for her, well, until her sister returns. And with her, the kind of trouble that could ruin them all.

Lucia Moretti was born into the mafia world—where daughters are traded like contracts and love is considered a weakness. She spent her life obeying the rules… until one reckless night in a Manhattan nightclub changes everything. A dangerously handsome stranger kisses her like he already owns her. Cold eyes. Sinful smile. Deadly aura. Lucia knows she should run from him. But she can’t. What she doesn’t know is that the mysterious man is Alessio Romano—the ruthless future head of New York’s most feared mafia family… and her sister’s fiancé. Days before the wedding, Lucia’s pregnant sister disappears, threatening to destroy a billion-dollar alliance between two powerful mafia empires. To prevent a bloody war, Lucia is forced to take her sister’s place and marry the man she can’t stop thinking about. Now trapped in a marriage built on secrets, lies, and dangerous attraction, Lucia is pulled deeper into Alessio’s dark world. A world filled with betrayal. Violence. Deadly enemies. And a husband so possessive he would burn cities to protect what belongs to him. But the closer Lucia gets to Alessio, the more she realizes there’s something far more dangerous than the mafia itself— Falling in love with a man capable of destroying her.

I took my sister’s place to save my family. Now I am living a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister vanished without a word, I stepped into her world and became her… the wife of Rowan, a man people fear and never question. Every day, I live a lie. His son, Dante, looks at me like I am his mother, and something inside me breaks every time he says in a low voice that l look like his mom. But not everyone is fooled. Rowan’s family watches me too closely. They see what does not belong and they are waiting for me to slip so they can get rid of me for good. I tell myself I can handle it. That I just need to survive long enough to protect the people I love. But I am losing control. Because the man I was never meant to love is starting to look at me differently. And the worst part is… I think I am falling for him too.

Alessia DeLuca was never meant to be the bride. But with the real bride dead and a wedding alliance hanging in the balance, Alessia makes the only choice she has left. She takes her sister’s place, and binds herself to Matteo Ricci—a ruthless mafia heir with blood on his hands. Matteo knows something is wrong with his bride. By the time he uncovers the truth, the vows have already been spoken, the alliance has already been sealed, and whoever killed the real bride is still close enough to strike again. Now bound by deception and trapped in a marriage neither of them chose, Matteo and Alessia strike a dangerous bargain, keep the lie alive, uncover the truth, and survive long enough to stop a war. But the deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because Isabella wasn’t just a bride. She was a threat. And whoever killed her is still watching.

In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families. However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake. This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away. I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me. The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken. "Rosalie, just come back with me now and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!" His eyes were bloodshot as he begged. I looked at him and laughed. What happened could not be erased just because he wanted it to be. In this lifetime, I would bask in the sunlight and live just for myself.

On the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her. Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house. But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face. "Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!" "Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out." Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient: "Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow." Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms: "Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love." "Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost." I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently. "I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!" My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger. Who said I wanted to marry him? The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.