A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

She heard a woman whisper harshly as she walked past. Her back stiffened, and for one moment she feared the woman was talking about her. “I heard he beat her up even today. On their own engagement day.” Another female voice whispered back. Prim hurried faster towards the restroom door. She had felt something was weird with the bride earlier. So it was a Mafia thing for husbands to be a*sholes? Some of these women actually had it worse than she did with Egan. The bride did at least. She opened the door, walked into the restroom, and saw Julian standing there.

I scowled, dismissing her. Ever since my dad lost his life to the Miccaso Mafia, my mom wouldn't stop being overprotective of me. Taking everything too seriously as she tried to protect my father's legacy. She wanted me to avenge my father's death at all costs, but we couldn't do it alone. We needed to merge business with the Cassano mafia—the greatest mafia family in Italy. But they wanted a bride for me, according to their legacy. They believed in true love, unlike me.

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

I paced around the room, seething with rage at the thought of how they had monitored me. Will Richard truly sleep with me? Was Damon serious about his brother taking me by force? I couldn't sit down or stop pacing for hours as I kept pacing around the room. Isabella's words ran a pang through my heart: "You are going to be sold to a mafia lord to become his sex toy. You have a pretty face and everything a man will want in a woman. You do not have to wear makeup to look good." My sister's jealous words flooded my mind, and I was scared because I knew that I had already signed a deal with the mafia lord's son.

The contrast was laughable. “Would you like to join us for br–” "The time has come that I may settle down. The mafia cannot grow without family. I’ve come to take a bride," I said, voice flat. "One of your daughters." A chorus of gasps followed. From the corner of my eye, I saw maids peering in on the conversation. I didn’t mind. This was a spectacle I wanted everyone to see. The old man chuckled nervously. “O-of course. We’d be honored. You may choose any of them. They are all unmarried.”

“Do you, Isabella Russo, take Dominic Luciano Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Bella hesitated, her throat tightening. Her gaze flickered to Dominic, whose expression remained impassive. Her lips trembled as she glanced at her father, who avoided her eyes, and then at her sister, who gave her an encouraging but tearful nod. “I... I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The priest turned to Dominic. “And do you, Dominic Luciano Moretti, take Isabella Russo to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, i

His head starts to bleed, Lauren and he look up and show their nightmare in front of them. It was none other than Brandon, coming inside with his man behind him holding his gun in his right hand, glaring towards Ken dangerously like he will kill this family and kidnap Claire for himself. Enough of this good boy image now, it's time for handling the matter in his ways…..in Bratt ways. .. He smirked. .... And it's here. Our mafia man is here to get his love.

“I don’t understand, why you still need to have a wedding again. You are just too rich and don’t know to spend your money.” “Aish… you…” Before he could finish, the bridal chorus started to play. Adjusting his suit for the last time, Shawn looked at the door of the church as he took another deep breath. He first saw Seo Hyeon who was dressed in white, holding a basket of flower petals as she showered them around. Behind her was Sunbin, Bella’s bridesmaid. Finally, Bella, the beautiful bride Shawn was waiting, walking slowly down the aisle in her beautiful white gown with his father by her side as she clang onto his arm while gently holding onto the bouquet with her other hand. Their eyes imm