Novel & Cerita A Bride For The Mafia Lord

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

"First, you fake grace, now you act all virtuous? Haven't you always wanted me to touch you? Don't come crawling into my bed later, begging me to ignore how much you disgust me." I couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "I'll say it again, Mr. Carlo. Show some respect. I never said I'd marry you." As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. A wave of laughter erupted soon after. "Oh really? Then who are you going to marry? Everyone in the Velmont underworld knows how you've been obsessed with me. Who else would even want you?" He paused, as if a thought had just struck him. "Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind."

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

Chapter 1: Wedding Night Deflowering The wedding was beautiful. Everyone said so. White flowers, crystal chandeliers, a long white dress that made me look like a princess. My father was proud. The guests clapped when I walked down the aisle toward my new husband, Alessandro Rossi — the most feared man in the city. But I wasn’t marrying for love. I was the payment. My family owed the Rossi mafia millions. Instead of money, they gave them me — their innocent 19-year-old daughter, still a virgin, promised as Alessandro’s bride.

A bishop from a distant parish stood reciting his blessings over the grand wedding. I let out a cold laugh. Everyone turned to look, including Don Fiorenzo Ricci, the head of the mafia family. The broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man stood beneath the mistletoe in the church, preparing to kiss his bride. I walked slowly toward Fiorenzo and used scissors to cut open my pure white custom gown. "Clarissa, enough." His voice was low, but I knew he was angry.

, the priest asked Leonardo. He had made to sure to tell the priest to make the ceremony short. A catholic wedding for a mafia was just to get recognized marriage certificate from the church. “I do”, he answered, looking at anywhere but Arya. “Do you take the Don, Leonardo Marcello, to be your husband?”, the priest’s voice called Arya out of her thoughts. As if she had a choice. “I do”, she said. The priest then asked for those who are against the marriage and of course, nobody spoke up.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

If he actually got angry, I had no idea if I would be able to handle it. “I’m leaving, Jean,” he said softly, and walked towards the door. I watched him. He was tense as he looked at me. He was just so handsome, yet I wasn’t sure he would be gentle with me. I was just a means to further his dynasty. “You know what, Jean. I thong it would be nice if you learnt the art of submission. I can tolerate your nonsense for now because you have an advantage over me, but I won’t be able to tolerate it when I take you home as my bride. I’m the mafia lord, and I hate any form of disrespect.” He said softly.

This was how dangerous the man himself was. “Your ride would soon be here, are you sure you don’t want to leave a lasting impression on our future husband?” Elle asked before wiggling her brows to Imade and the poor woman only nodded, she doubted if she would be able to make any coherent sentence on the date but it was worth trying. She sat up with shaky hands while her friend tried to make her look like she was going on a genuine date with a man she was interested in. the sad reality was that she probably would never get a great marriage as she had always dreamed. She had always wanted to raise her kids better than she was raised, with all the love in the world but she was going to be marr