Arranged Mafia Marriage Books Novels & Stories

“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.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

of the organization, I had to be protected above all. I called my advisor back into the room; I intended to marry Emma later this week. I didn't want to delay any longer; the sooner we got married, the better for my business. In mafia culture, marriage could be seen as a demonstration of status and respect, and that's exactly what I was aiming for. "Lorenzo, have the decorators, event planners, and whoever else is necessary expedite everything; I want to get married later this week. Also, arrange for a honeymoon at some discreet location, alright?"

“You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?” My firm grip loosened as I let go of my fork. Roman Vicavoche! He acted so high and mighty just because Father listened to him. I bet he was also the one who suggested this marriage. Clenching my fists, I took a sharp breath and met with Roman’s gaze. If I couldn’t decline this, then I wouldn’t be a Vale. “I disagree,” I said in a firm voice, enduring the heavy stares from my family. “I’m not going to marry that man from our enemy.”

Now, she was trapped in a game far more dangerous than she had anticipated. But she had no choice. There was no going back now. The ink was on the paper. She was married to the mafia don. Her voice trembled, but she spoke nonetheless. "I understand." Allerick’s eyes softened just slightly, as though he were surprised by her acceptance. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he leaned forward again, his gaze sharp. "We’ll see how long that understanding lasts, Leora," he said, his voice dark and full of unspoken promises. "The real game starts now."

Just the thought of it made me squeeze the glass in my hand and almost break it. I would never allow another man to touch her. Henry’s face popped up at the front of my brain almost immediately. He was just waiting for her to give him the green light. What was I supposed to do to make her happy? Allow him to? I hissed, already knowing I would never be able to. But then, what? What could I do? Could I give myself the chance to try it with her? To give her the marriage she deserved? What about the mafia life? She was already in, but not enough that she’d be directly involved. Or was I just kidding myself by thinking that way? She was already married to me, and our enemies didn’t know the type

“Well, before that whole… fiasco, we were saying something.” Vivienne recovered quickly, her smile snapping back into place. “Yes. We’re married now. It’s been bliss, really.” She batted her lashes, looking across the table. “So what do you think of it, Luciano?” He leaned back, shaking his head slowly.“You two?” He raised a brow. “Really?” He didn’t need to say more. He knew what game they were playing. His father and Vivienne’s father had cooked up an arrangement months ago that would have joined their two mafia families through Luciano’s marriage to Vivienne.

“Yes, we just—” Slowly, I shook my head, my gaze locked on her stunning stare. I took a step closer, heat building around us as electricity snapped and crackled with the warning of an impending storm. Camila Ruiz was too young, too delicate, and too pure for a man like me. The Mafia and cartel had two marriages securing our alliance. Spoiling a cartel princess could ruin everything. I shut my mind down in considering right versus wrong. After all, I wasn’t a man who was guided by such simplistic standards. A few days ago, my knife was covered in another man’s blood. His body was now dissolving in a vat of acid.

Their marriage was our salvation but the little bambina has fled! After Lorenzo found out that I murdered his son for sleeping with my wife, he gave me two options. The first, my death and everything I own will go to him. It was everything even the winery. How could I let that happen when it has been in my family for generations? The second, which he knew I would choose to preserve my life, to join the Mafia. I joined the Mafia. I'm not proud of it. I haven't been at peace since. But as a test of loyalty, something I never saw coming, was thrown my way. A marriage. He wanted a marriage to seal my place in the Mafia. It's not just me but my family name as well. He wanted to give me a reason t