A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze fell to the floor. The alta plate was set next to the threshold, waiting for the bride to leave her footprints as per ritual. But he stepped forward, and with the tip of his boot, he kicked a nearby glass vase. It shattered into pieces right in front of the alta plate. Everyone gasped. "Walk on that," he said, eyes locked on the bride now. "What?" Aarika breathed, horrified. The bride hesitated. Her body trembled.

“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.

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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.