Arranged Marriage Books Mafia Novels & Stories

Once the formal presentations were over, Maria de la Cruz, was contextualized in the Argentinean history and little by little she was falling in love with her new world, she almost forgot that she was working for the Mexican mafia, quite risky, she should not lose her sanity, but still she tried to enjoy every moment, while doing what she liked. It was very difficult to get to the Romero family, as the whole house was surrounded by large walls with ligustrines, so he would start his own investigation to see what it was all about. He began to plan future casual encounters like buying a dog, he thought that way he could get closer to the vet, but it turned out that Emiliano did not have an of

Vikra said without even listening to her pleas. He was going to get up and leave when she again interrupted while gaining his attention who was standing at the opposite end of the table. “At Least for once, listen to this condition. It needs to be addressed before we get.. Before we get MARRIED” Nitra said not willing to accept that she was going to marry him, a ruthless mafia. “SAY” Vikram spoke with a husky tone throwing diggers in her soul looking into her eyes as they will suck out her life any moment now.

He took me to the bed, I hugged him since I felt he needed the comfort, tracing my hands over his tattoos, especially the snake tattoo at the side of his waist. "In the Mafia, arranged marriages are common. Whether it's to join alliances, for power, money or calling a truce. My mother was made to marry to marry my father to call a truce, it was the only way to settle things. However, my father barely agreed to it. He married her and treated her like she never even existed because he was in love with Anastasia, birthing me was a mistake because apparently he made love to my mother when drunk. The reason? He and Anastasia had a fight." He took a deep breath. I nestled closer burying my head at

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

another one said. "Do you not know him?"another one asked "Who is he?" "He is the Mafia,a powerful Mafia"one replied "Wow he is so blessed to have such a great and wonderful family"one commented "His wife is so caring"another one complimented Meanwhile as the doctors were complimenting her,Rosie was seated at the reception patiently waiting for the doctor to call her to go in to see her husband. She was so happy,she had always known him to be strong,he was a fighter.

What is he playing at? “W-w-what?” Anaya stuttered. She remained frozen in place. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened due to shock. I could sense a million thoughts racing through her mind. But I remained silent. She needs to process all this. Arranging marriages is nothing new for us Mafia members but this is not her world. Though I did not expect myself to be a part of one such plan, I will push through it as well and reach the top. “I know it’s overwhelming, my dear, but trust me, it’s for your benefit,” Viler said.

I nod for her to go on. "So, I've met the great guy he's really sweet and caring," She says. Who in their right mind would disobey direct orders from their Don not to date my cousin unless they're not in the mafia cause I scared off all the guys that were interested in Rae that was in the mafia. "Is he in the mafia," I ask? She clears her throat calling out for Lia as she walks into my office and sits down next to me. "yes, he is in the mafia," Rae answers nervously playing with her fingers.

The crumpled envelope from last night lay on the table the gold Favino seal still half torn. Eduardo paced the room, his jaw tight. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Some stranger claiming to be Miguel’s brother shows up at the funeral and tells you you’re supposed to marry him?” Ariana, wearing an oversized robe and slippers, sat on the couch with a pillow in her lap. “That’s not just insane,” she muttered. “That’s straight-up mafia madness.” Amelia rubbed her temples, her voice low and trembling. “He said it was tradition. That in their family, the next brother inherits the wife. Like I’m… property.”

“I told you I’ll marry you. I meant it. But Liliane’s been sick all her life—barely made it through college. Her dream was to have a campus wedding. You really have to fight with this?” Once upon a time, when he talked about our arranged marriage, there had been smile in his eyes. “Eva,” he used to say, “we were born tied together. This bond—between Corleone and Valentino—isn’t just business. It’s fate. God’s will.” And I’d believed him. Every word. Believed that what tied us was destiny, not family benefits. So, when Liliane started showing up more and more often, I believed his excuses—every single one of them.

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."