A Bride For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

It was just the two of them, and they were there without clothes. “Boss, that video is fake,” Luigi, his right-hand man, claimed. “You were Leonora's bodyguard. Your job was to protect her, including keeping her chaste until she married.” Giovanni returned the tablet to Neil. Then, he suddenly grabbed Luigi by the neck. “Bastard! You tarnished my daughter and killed her.” “I didn't tarnish her. She gave herself voluntarily. You know why?” the man taunted. “She was fed up with all your ridiculous rules over her life and body.”

Chapter 4(the wedding) Alex's Point Of View: “....our bride!" The priest announced and the hall became tranquil, only the solemn sounds of the piano was heard. Everyone anticipated my beautiful bride. It was crazy how I fell in LOVE in a few weeks, rather it was infatuation ignited by my desperation. I was desperate to get married to become the assistant of the mafia Lord in our mafia system. I was a werewolf but I stayed a lot in the human world and I had gathered enough connection and power to become a mafia, but that wasn't enough. I wanted more power, more connection.

To her, death was a better choice than spending an eternity with the man. Don Matteo was already standing at the podium with his robust pot belly and the moment her eyes landed on him, a cynical smile consumed her face as she began her bridal possession. She even let her father walk her down the aisle with a proud smile on his face. The poor man. He was so excited she almost felt bad for disappointing him, but she had worried about his feelings, his thoughts, his wishes all her life, but now was the time for her to choose herself and the very first step in achieving that was getting the he'll out of what one might call a sham of a wedding.

Jayden's voice had become hoarse this time and he also pointed his index finger at her as Ivy only stared in fear. One of the Mafia rules was that, they don't fall in love as it weakens their mind. However, if they decide to get married with the purpose of procreation, the bride is picked by the Mafia elders after they must have conducted a meeting. The bride in question, must be someone who hasn't been seen by the groom and neither has the bride met the groom. Jayden's father was desperate for a grandchild, he needed to see his grandchildren before dying as he had an illness which could take his life anytime. It was so unfortunate that his efforts were in vain, now Jayden is the one suffer

I said, her smile widened at my words. "Thank you, Don!" She said. When she noticed I didn't have anything more to say, she turned on her heels and left, while I was left staring at my bride. She was very beautiful, even with her eyes close, she looked like a princess. Damon's Princess, his only daughters, and family, that is why I must marry her. Damon is a very stubborn man, and he is making the other members of the mafia Bujambo go against me, which I will never take lightly, I have to make him weak, and this precious princess of his happens to be the greatest pun in my plan. I'm going to use her and get him to do whatever I want.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

"When are you going to forget about that girl who saved you that night, sir? We'll never find her, so looking for her is pointless, sir!!" "This is not the response I was expecting from you Ryan!!!, I asked you a question, will you respond to that!!" "You don't have to worry about the business, sir, I've already taken care of everything, but you must return to work immediately, or else the other Mafia or businessmen may take advantage of this!!! We must not allow them to take advantage of this opportunity, sir. You are nearly recovered, and I believe you should return to work. There are your employees waiting for you!!"

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

He hasn't let it go for what feels like hours and I'm sure it's already black and blue. He doesn't answer me. Hell, he doesn't even look at me. "Do you know who I am?" I ask him in Spanish, thinking maybe he doesn't speak or understands English. He glances down at me, eyes cold and hard, then shifts his gaze to the door again. "I'm Portia Esmeralda. The daughter of the most dreaded crime Lord in all of Italy. I'm also Callahan Scarfoni's wife. His fucking wife. And when he finds out what you're doing to me, he'll kill you!"