A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

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.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

Please readers am sorry but I have to post this side story before posting the continuation of the main book. Am having a writer's sickness so please. Title: My mafia bride: My Mistress Genre: Mafia Troupe: revenge, contract marriage, sold, b×g Blurb: " I can't be sold,even be given to him for free" I said with fake tears rolling from my eyes. " I killed your father and mother for this so you can't spoil it " Uncle Dave says into my ears quietly.

, 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

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.