Novel & Cerita A Bride For The Mafia Lord

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

Layla scoffed and stared at Jacob who shrugged and said to his daughter, "Behave decently down there, make him see you as a potential wife" She laughed holding her chest, "Fvck it, Father, I'm not priest or pope's daughter, I'm the daughter of the greatest mafia lord of all time getting married to the most dangerous underboss in the mafia history. Does that sounds decent?" Nica continued, "I'm going to be myself. Moreover, we're betrothed, there's no backing out. He is mine and I'm his. Sealed" Layla nodded at her husband, "I love her spirit"

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

I couldn’t hide the hostility in my voice. “Ms. Rosanna…she had all the qualities of a mafia bride.” Gabriele tried to reason with me. “She grew up in a well known family and is well-mannered, well-groomed. She has been trained in the ways to become a mafia bride ever since she was very young. She knows how to look after the business as well. Most of all, she is pure.” “So a woman’s virginity is the determining factor of her character now?” I barked out at him harshly. “What kind of world are you living in, Gabriele?”

You are ashamed of me and you want to hand me over to a man I detest,’’ i said, trying to wriggle out of her embrace. ‘’You won't be married till you are eighteen, Bree. You still have some months to get to know him,’’ she said. ‘’I won’t..’’ She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head until our eyes met. Her eyes were determined and it terrified me. ‘’Get a grip, Bree. You know this is the mafia. You said it yourself that the mafia only takes away. You understand how things work. You’ll do it for the interest of the family.’’

, I said, leaning even further into the couch. “Should have laid him even before the Marriage? I swear, you're lucky as fuck. He looks like something straight out of those cheesy romance books I've read. No, definitely dark romance! All of them mafia lords be looking like him! Fuck, I should write a book with the male lead as someone that looks like him!”, she said in a hurry, an excited glint in her eyes. Oh right. She was an author. “Are you seriously making a book with my husband as the main character?” I laughed.

Even without a smile, he looked beautiful. “This alliance isn’t one of convenience or possible likeness. I do not have a heart, I am Mafia, a killer. My father forced me to do this because before I become the Capo Mandamento of the Sicilian Mafia, I need to have a bride. The Outfit regards marriage as a completion of one’s concluding rite of becoming a complete Made man.” He paused and winced. I darted my eyes at him not knowing what to expect further.

This house might have been rich and grand, but cruelty was the same everywhere. “Sumitra, enough,” Aarika said firmly, her tone cutting through the air. “This is my house, and I won’t tolerate you insulting her.” Sumitra scoffed but didn’t push further. She turned on her heel and walked away, muttering under her breath about the “mystery bride.” --- --- Meanwhile, in his study, Avyaan ignored everything that had to do with his bride. His phone buzzed with updates from his men — the Mumbai branch was facing internal threats. A shipment had gone missing, and there were whispers of a mole inside his operations.