Novel & Cerita A Bride For The Mafia Lord

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

Now I know the reason why he can't be in love with me even though he ends up loving me it's impossible, But why me?, why must it be me? I just want to know how dating him would feel, I am not sure it's love,but I just want to know what dating a mafia would be, " let's make a deal, I be your bride for a year and if it works out then we can continue if it doesn't we go our separate ways" I said stretching my hands forward, to seal the deal. I could see the confusion in his eyes, he expected me to retreat, but this would be my new challenge, to exploring my fantasy," deal?" I persist,

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

“Anya, I am not here to talk about the past, I have come to get my bride.” “I am not your bride.” I retorted, anger in my eyes. “You will be.” He replied coldly, and then he turned around and walked back into the party. “I said I am not going to marry you!” I yelled at him but he didn’t turn back or spare me another glance. Finally the tears flowed down my cheeks, my heart heavy. I was filled with pain and hatred and all I wanted was to run away. But even that wasn’t an option. I could never run away from my father or the Bratva. I was betrothed to a high ranking member of the fucking Russian Mafia, they would find me anywhere in the world.

"The board of directors already called me this morning. They are terrified of a public relations nightmare. They do not want excuses, and they do not want quiet payouts. They want absolute proof that this is a real, legitimate, happy marriage. They need the public to see that she married you willingly, not because you forced her. They want to see stability to protect the company's valuation." "What do they expect me to do?" "The Annual Charity Gala is tomorrow night," Marcus said clearly. "Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to sm

Just nods and leaves as silently as she came. Trisha leans forward, grinning. “Okay, so I need all the deets.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I say, keeping my voice light. “It was an alliance. Arranged. No meet-cute.” “You’re no fun,” she groans. “So this is what dirty money gets you?” She gestures at the room, joking. I glance at Dante’s men. Their faces are stone. Trisha doesn’t notice. “Honestly, where do I sign up for the mafia? This dirty money business is starting to sound interesting.”

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

I had seen times without number, when his name would be written in the news, displaying the gory violence caused by him, the feared mafia king with no face to his name. His reputation was already brutal enough for me to even think of doubting my father’s words. And for that, the anger I felt for Alecia simmered down, diluted a bit with understanding. No one would want to marry a criminal man, most definitely in his late fifties with residing hairline and pot like belly. Yet, here I, listening to my father as he suggested I do so. “Papa,” I began, hesitantly so. “You know I can’t do that…I have a Fiance, we’ve-“

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”