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One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

"You are taking the rivalry to another level. If I lose my love for you, I'll make you regret it hard." "There's no human to make me regret it; I'm the one who makes others regret who tries to mess with me. Look, how pathetically you're regretting now." "Come to the point?" Jim asks JK, as there's no time for him to waste on him. "How come people like you are smart—rumor?" A sarcastic laugh skips JK's mouth to tease him. "Who manipulated you to cancel all the deals with me?" "I can't tell his name. Even I don't know him personally." His tricky response prickles JK's nerves. "You don't know him personally, but you dare to mess with me for him—so a rumor is always a rumor. I don't know what yo

Paris asked as she approached her. "Mrs. Wealth your husband had return but not alone," said Mandy as she lowered her head. "With whom?" asked Paris curiously. "Another woman," answered Mandy. Paris didn't want to think that Archer would have carried another woman in their marriage home. She didn't think of him of being that type of person and believed that Mandy was just thinking wrongly about the female he had brought home with him. She smiled. Mandy looked at her appalled. "I'm sure it's just a colleague of his as well," said Paris.

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

He scoffed and without waiting for me to reach his side, he walked outside into the car that was already opened for him. This man. He was exceptional. “Ma'am, get into the car. Mr. Maverick orders.” His chauffeur yelled, titling his head outside to check on me and I jolted back to my senses, rushing into the car. The marriage was fast, and it felt as though he had planned everything ahead and all I was left for was to sign the contract. I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

Vivian Hawthorne and Luka Devereaux were best friends once — before their families' fifteen-year blood feud turned them into strangers who happened to hate each other. She left for London to escape the mafia world her family built. He vanished into Russia to escape the ghosts his family left behind. Neither planned on ever seeing the other again. Then the one man who kept their families from destroying each other dies — and leaves behind a will that changes everything. Marry within three days. Stay married for a year. Or watch everything he built fall into the hands of a cartel that will bury them all. Vivian has three days to save two empires by giving her life to the one man sh

Please readers am sorry but I have to post this side story before posting the continuation of the main book. Am having a writer's sickness so please. Title: My mafia bride: My Mistress Genre: Mafia Troupe: revenge, contract marriage, sold, b×g Blurb: " I can't be sold,even be given to him for free" I said with fake tears rolling from my eyes. " I killed your father and mother for this so you can't spoil it " Uncle Dave says into my ears quietly.

Ivory spoke up and I could sense the way her demeanor changed immediately. She didn't like Jeremy, I know. But when it comes to the mafia world, whether we like each other or not, arranged marriage must go on. It is a must. A compulsory tradition. “No, Mom. Can we not talk about him? Let's just have a happy dinner. My mood is already ruined.” She muttered, rolling her eyes secretly at me, but I pretended like her innocent eyes didn't just make my dick twitch for the fifth time today.