A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

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.

Vultures perfumed with Chanel. She wore black—not out of mourning, but as a warning. The dress hugged her frame like a forged shell, sculpted to intimidate as much as it seduced. Her dark hair had been braided into an intricate crown, woven with tiny pins that gleamed like steel. Her lips, painted in a deep matte crimson, looked like they’d been kissed by the mouth of war. She didn’t blink. Didn’t falter. Every inch of her radiated the truth: she was no longer anyone’s pawn. She was the mafia bride. And she had teeth.

The boy replied still with his head bowed. "I see. Tell me more." He enquired as he rubbed his beards. "She is married to Don, a dangerous and ruthless Mafia lord and they got married today." The boy announced. "Do you know if she willingly married him?" He asked turning slightly to him. "We don't know of that yet." The boy replied as fast as he could. "Gather more information about this Don guy, I want to know him more." The boss said as he swivelled his chair to face the boy.

The little girl ( Antonio 's daughter Lucy ) which I assumed was flower girl bring the rings forward and soon my hand was outstretched and yet another lavish and expensive ring was slide sealing any hope which was left . Drake (P.O.V) Today is the day for which I waited impatiently for days . Today love will be mine my wife my queen and moreover my happiness . It makes me feel anxious a bit how she will be looking today . Oh god , that girl will be definitely my death ! Her beauty, those eyes which are so fearful but yet get scared in my presence , the way my name rolled out of her mouth only I know how hard was it for me to control myself but not more . Today she will be mine . Mine to hold

So her left hand sprang up as a reinforcement. And he grabbed that too, pinning it on her right wrist, above her head. Then, the hard muscles of his body crushed hers, sending more unpleasant tremors up and down her back. A whimper spilled from her lips. NO! Not him! Ralph Virtus is her man—her dream! She’s the bride of the Mafia King—she was born to be the wife of the Mafia King! ‘Stop—,’ she breathed. ‘Yes,’ his silky voice whispered. ‘Stop it, Jules. Call it off. The engagement.’ He was begging her.

Mike and Simon were given all the responsibilities regarding the ceremony by the Elder Queen. Alexander is going to be the first Lord Mafia, and Branson is going to announce that in the ceremony. The ceremony was organized to be held outside, according to tradition. The King's wedding ceremony is to be held outside, under a full moon, with the blessings of Moon, the holy god of the Branson family.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

He knelt beside her, gently gathering her hair, and began to wash her shoulder with slow, careful strokes. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly. She let out a quiet sigh, her body relaxing. Leonardo bit his lip. He had to control himself. This wasn’t about desire. This was about healing. He set the sponge aside and began to gently massage her shoulders. She leaned into his touch. Then her voice broke the silence. "So you’re the Mafia king?" He chuckled. "Yeah." "Like... the Don?" He smiled. "Exactly. But I only got the title because of our marriage. It was a deal—an alliance between the Ricci and Morelli families."

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of h