A Bride For The Mafia Lord 소설 & 이야기

"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."

“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

All possible options to escape this wedding came to nothing. I guess I was actually marrying the mafia man. Walking down to the end of the aisle, I saw him standing there. Looking dashing and so handsome, none would ever imagine he was such a monster within. Having the normal time of a CEO but was the leader of the mafia in the country. Skipping all the formalities, the priest asks: “Do you Lorenzo Doralga, take Sarah Yama as your wife?” “Yes, I do.” He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love.

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

I blinked back tears before nodding slowly. " I won't do anything stupid, the wedding will go as planned as long as you don't hurt Alexei " The monster grunted in response, although I didn't trust him, this was the only way I could ensure my little brother's safety. When my perfect sweet-natured elder sister disappeared three days before her wedding, the monster had no choice but to make me get married in her stead. The wedding would be an alliance of two mafia families, the Sidorovs and the De Lucas, if there was anything I hated the most, it was the mafia but for Alexei's sake, I would do anything, even if it meant getting married to the head of the Italian Mafia.

she continued, "The world known Dom Vitali... is the father of your child and some boss of a secret underground empire." I nodded. "He showed up out of nowhere and now put you under house arrest?" I sighed. "That's... a colorful way to put it, but yes." "Bloody hell, Marcelina," she threw her hands in the air and started pacing the living room. "That is fucking insane!" "I'm aware," I said dryly. "Are you?" she asked, giving me a pointed look. "This is Dom Vitali we're talking about," "He said we're getting married." I dropped the bombshell and Corey stopped mid-step.