A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

called his mother "Let's leave through the back door!" Luca said nothing.He only turned and left. Eyes followed the muscularly built up body of the Mafia Lord,Luca Genovese. Even though they were earlier agitating,they dare not even utter a sound.They could only watch the bridegroom leave in his Maybach,his bodyguard trailed behind. Back in the vestry... "Mum, let's just go back the same way we came." Leo suggested "I know you've invited your country friends.All you have to do is tell them the bride fell ill"

It was the reason he wasn't imposing it on me, but rather asking for your opinion. The way he dressed up his speech, presenting himself as one saint, I couldn't help but snort in laughter. I don't know who was more desperate— my father, or Lorenzo Russo. "Let me correct your words, Father. You are the one who is desperate for his territory, not we. You already know the answer to that ridiculous bargain. I am not getting married to their daughter. I already have a fianceé, Mia Moretti, in case you are forgetting." I stood up, buttoning my suit jacket.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

“Oh thank you, can we leave now, “ I said and walked out, while they walked behind me. We got to the venue, waiting for the bride to arrive. I feel happy for these guys. I heard they married for love, I mean she is kind of lucky. Except for the fact that she’s marrying into a Mafia family, I wonder if she knows. A few minutes later, the bride arrives and while she was working, I whispered to Anthony “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” He looked at me, his face showed a lot of emotions but I couldn’t help but notice how pissed he looks. “ Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a we

She asked while trying to find the answers herself. “Kayla has nothing to do with this.” He grabbed her firmly by the arm. “Your parents didn't tell you that you were getting married to a mafia Lord? This is who I am, Olivia.” He uttered and let go of her hand. Olivia popped her eyes open, she had no idea Aiden was a Mafia member. No one told her. Why? Why did her parents hide that away from her? How did she end up becoming too naive and didn't dig more on the man she was getting married to? All these questions kept roaming inside her head and she felt her body go numb while her legs became weak.

When I made no attempts to move, he forcefully grabbed my arm and hooked it in his. "Non farlo Alessia. Mi metterai in imbarazzo. Metterete in imbarazzo la mafia (Don't do this Alessia. You will embarrass me. You will embarrass the mafia).’ He growled lowly. I don't miss how he wanted to say his mafia. I smiled tensely as I was handed a bouquet of a dozen white roses. | took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my wedding. | wore a beautiful dress and was standing in an idyllic castle. Just as quickly as that image crossed my mind it left.

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

"I know it feels that way. But I promise, Ava, you’re going to be alright. Just keep fighting. Don’t let him break you." I squeezed her hand back, thankful for her support, even though deep down, I wasn't sure I had the strength to keep fighting. The man I was about to marry was more than just a powerful mafia leader; he was a monster—a monster who had taken a life right in front of me, who had forced me to pull the trigger, and who still controlled my destiny. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I felt the heaviness of the dress and the burden of my future pressing down on me. I looked like a princess, but I wasn’t marrying a prince.

But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement. Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator. He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips. "Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine."