Arranged Mafia Marriage Books Novels & Stories

she kept saying. "Chin…” Liam looked at the news, he realized something. “Chin, don't tell me your husband is a mafia boss?" he asked. Selene wiped her tears and looked at Liam, depressed in her eyes. "Y-You're right, Liam. He is the one I married with ... Lyon Drake Armstrong," he replied. Liam was disappointed because he had not expected his best friend to marry a demon powerful man. He almost lost his appetite sitting next to Selene.

Waiting for Darryl to leave, Anne let out a breath, her tense body finally relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Didn't expect Darryl Rider to want to marry our daughter." Mr. Joshua ruffled his hair and muttered. "It's actually possible, as long as he's willing to help our family." "Noway." "Cannot." Anne and Regina exclaimed at the same time. If Mr. Joshua could understand that Regina was against marrying Darryl because she was afraid, he was baffled by his wife's overreaction. "Isn't this a good thing for Regina? Even though she's a bit disadvantaged to be the wife of a notorious mafia boss." Mr. Joshua told Mrs. Anne.

Gianna Ammassari The evening felt like a dream, perfect, almost surreal. As I stepped out of the sleek black car, I caught my reflection in the glass doors and blushed at the sight. My emerald green Valentino dress hugged me in all the right places, making me feel like I belonged beside Nico Baldocchi—the leader of one of Sicily’s most powerful mafia families and soon to be my husband.

This office was the only place in Miami where I didn't feel like someone was trying to put a bullet in my spine. "The marriage is trending," Daniel said. He stood, sliding the burner phone into his jacket pocket. He tracked my hands as I opened the laptop. "Three hours as a husband. How's it feel, Santiago?" "Like a business deal with a deadline." I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I’d spent forty years avoiding the leash, and now I’d let a dying old man and a pretty face snap one around my neck. Lanka Cruz. I’d read the file Daniel had compiled. It was a blood-soaked resume. Excessive spending. Brawls in Milan. Nightclubs in Paris that ended with the police clearing the floor. He was a liabi

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

Book 3 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. **************** A debt to pay, a brother to save, a monster to marry. Timur Yezhov, the cold-hearted Bratva boss, is a storm of cruelty and control. When my father’s hidden debt comes due, I make a desperate choice to save my younger brother. I offer myself to the mafia monster in his place. Now, I’m trapped into a marriage with a man who is both my captor and my tormentor – and I am pregnant with his child.

That was no fun. "Chiara believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Don should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Vincent told Chiara they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to b

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

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.