Arranged Marriage Books Mafia Novels & Stories

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“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…”

err I mean marriage ever, thank you, Adeline ", my father said, he then stood up immediately without waiting for me to speak, and muttering something about new guns and more protection. I was speechless for a while as I processed my thoughts. It was common knowledge in the Cosa Nostra that most marriages were made because of profit and business alliances, and not out of love. Some even go as far as promising their children to people for a contract to be sealed. This was a common practice in the mafia, or at least so I heard. The Italian Mafia also known as the Cosa Nostra is the oldest Mafia and the first one to ever exist and it's base is here in Sicily. We have grown from generation to gen

I pick at my food as everyone else eats, and my dad’s voice booms as he starts to speak to me. “It’d be wise if you ate. You’re already a thin, fragile-looking thing,” he says, bursting into laughter. Nobody else bothers to laugh. “Speaking of you, I have an announcement,” he says. I raise my head, getting excited. Usually when there’s an announcement, it’s usually about Dad and something he accomplished, but now, it’s for me. I wonder what it could be. “Yes, Father? ” I say, trying to hide my excitement. “I’ve spoken to another very powerful family in this mafia world, and we’ve agreed on an arranged marriage,” he says, a maniacal smile on his face.

"For my eldest son, yes. Consider it a marriage pact. Insurance." “Insurance,” Marcus repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. “You want me to trade my daughter’s future for my life?” Even saying the words out loud made him want to double over and spill his guts out on the polished marble. In the mafia, arranged marriages were a norm. Marriage to them was done out of necessity and not out of love.

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”

With my eyes closed, I lifted my face to the shower, conscious that today was my last day to wake as Catalina Ruiz. After today, I’d be Catalina Luciano. Dario had said ‘now and forever,’ but as I showered, I had thoughts of something I’d read when researching the Mafia. It said something to the effect of ‘in alive, out dead.’ That was what today meant. I was about to wed a man I didn’t know and enter into an organization I didn’t fully understand. Enter alive and leave dead. Divorce wasn’t an option. While I had convinced myself that Dario’s world wouldn’t be significantly different than the world in which I’d been raised, there was still so much unknown.

She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."