Mystery Mafia Web Novels & Ruthless Flash Marriage Stories

“The dress was not mine.” That was the first thought that came to my mind when I got zipped into a wedding dress. It was 5:47 a.m. The debt collectors were arriving at six. I got zipped into a white dress meant for my sister as a replacement for her wedding. My father stole €2 million from the De Luca family, the most feared Cosa Nostra in Palermo, and the price for his life? One daughter. But the night before the wedding, I found a note she had left, saying, “Forgive me. No.” With that, she was nowhere to be found. At 6 a.m. on the wedding day, Lorenzo De Luca, a cold-looking, handsome man with a terrifying aura, came for his bride. I was presented in my sister's place. He knew in five seconds that I was the wrong sister, but he still took me anyway. With that, I became a donna who couldn't leave the palazzo. “You will sleep in my bed every night, Topolina. But I won't touch you till you beg,” he whispered on the night of our wedding. I should hate him. I tried to. I was called Dottoressa. Signora. Mrs. De Luca. Only to realize that the debt was a lie. My father didn't steal money from them. He stole part of my inheritance. I was never a Maretti at all. I'm a De Luca by blood, the lost heir, and the true donna his family has been waiting for. He thought he was buying a wife to clear the debt. No idea he was crowning a queen.

Lucia I'd lost my parents at a young age, been tossed from one abusive chaotic home to the other until I'd finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and had run away. Only running away had made it worse. **** I'd been stripped to almost nothing because of my stubbornness. My upper body was left uncovered and my breasts were on display, though that was the least of my problems. A tear escaped my eyes then and I watched it fall down to my chest and slide down my exposed breast. I turned to wipe my face with my arm but it barely worked. I was hot and sweaty. My eyes went back to the crowd and my gaze fell on someone sitting at the back. For a second, I forgot how my lungs worked. Bruno Inheriting a ruthless top mafia gang at a very young age did a lot of damage to someone. It certainly did a whole lot of damage to me. Fucked me up so bad I could no longer tell what was right from what was wrong. I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about it. It was who I was now and there was no going back. At least that was what I'd thought. Seeing her up there, hands tied above her head as she waited for whatever asshole was going to buy her at the auction caused some kind of reaction in me. It was enough to tell me that I should probably let someone else buy her so she could be their problem. Unfortunately I'd never been one to stop myself from making a wrong decision. So I bought her anyway. And who would have guessed? She turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made.

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.