A Bride For The Mafia Lord Mga Nobela at Kwento

I followed when he called me, though every step knotted my stomach. In the living room, His mother and brother waited. I stayed back in the corner, clutching the tray like a shield. “Brayden,” his mother said smoothly, “You’ve ignored our calls long enough.” “I’ve been busy,” he replied flatly, pouring himself whiskey. His brother leaned forward. “Busy playing house with your… pet?” His eyes flicked toward me. I froze. Brayden didn’t blink. “Say what you came to say.” His mother’s patience snapped. “You will marry Alessia. The mafia expects it. The deal was made before your father died. You owe them.”

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.

Was he unkind? He had broken a man's neck. He will be the mob boss in New York. I whispered, "Father,Please don't make me marry that man," I begged. Father's face became more serious. "You'll wed Damon Vitiello. On that, Salvatore, his father, and I shook hands. You'll treat him well as a wife and act like a proper lady when you see him for the engagement celebrations." "Engagement celebration?" I repeated. My speech seemed far away, like though a fog had obscured my ears.

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.

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al