Novel & Cerita Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

"Yes, one of you must marry Hannah, daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Pack. So, you boys can't claim Alice as your mate," My heart quickens, confusion and disbelief marring my features. "What?" I blurt out, my eyes searching for confirmation or denial from my parents. They avoid my gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. The realization hits me like a sudden storm – I have been betrothed without my consent. Cameron voices the disbelief that resonates within me. "You must be joking, Father." "He's not, son." Luna Marley interjects. "How can you make such a huge decision without consulting us first?” Lorenzo questions, frustration evident in his voice.

"Where are you taking me? Put me down at once..." I wanted to scream again, but the sound died, echoing backwards inside my throat no matter how hard I tried. Was that... Succession? The dizziness was beginning to hit me like a wave, but I caught sight of a half-moon crossed with a wolf head tattooed against the neck of one of the Betas. That wasn’t the East End pack’s symbol. Who were these people, I pondered. They tossed me inside a limo, and I pressed my hand against the back of my head, trying to shake off the dizziness.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

I watched as his expression grew serious. “Well, back to business.” He said in a stern voice. “The plan this time is a lot more complicated than the last one.” I straightened in my seat, focusing on him as I tried to shake off that thought of riding him. “The day I left the hospital. I had followed Edwardo around the city, trying to figure out what he has been up to,” he explained. “Turns out, he’s formed an alliance with a mafia gang based in the West Lands. I’m not familiar with them, but I’ve identified their leader he goes by the name Rodrigo. The guy owns several resorts, one of which is in the city. That’s where they’ve been meeting.”

I feel like I don't even know who the father of my wife really is and I am desperate to know the kind of relationship or history he has with my father. My father can't just take interest in just any stranger when it is obvious the poor man is in trouble, without having an ulterior motive. Additionally, Valerie and I were betrothed, and that gives it all away. They knew each other for a long time. Valerie and I were betrothed to each other when we were very much younger to know what it actually means to be betrothed. I am also curious to know how this happened and I guess knowing about this will also solve some of the puzzles if not all.

I found out who he truly is. Lorenzo Romano is not just rich. He is a Mafia lord. Deadly. Ruthless. Feared. I feel bile rise in my throat. He gave me everything I needed, but took my freedom in return. He loved me. But it wasn’t love. It was obsession. My hands tremble violently. When I started distancing myself, he became angry. He accused me of betrayal. Of disrespect. Of being ungrateful. The first time he hit me, I told myself it was a mistake. The second time, I knew I was trapped.

Dante's words resonated with new meaning: "He betrayed me... and the woman I loved." Could it be? Could Dante Moretti, the cold, ruthless Mafia King, have truly loved her mother? And if so, what kind of betrayal could have left such a deep, unhealing wound? The scar on his neck, the one Lorenzo allegedly caused or orchestrated. It all began to coalesce into a horrifying narrative.

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

My mother's so-called defilement has always been a bone down my throat. I reluctantly asked. “What consort?” “The boy,” another councilman interrupted. “Stanley Moreau. Isn't he your betrothed? So by law he is the bratva heir and is to lead beside you. You flaunt him already. Very well. Bring him before us.” My fingers curled against the desk, knuckles turning white. Stanley was just a normal student. He knew nothing about the mafia world, I hadn't even summoned the courage to tell him who I was and now they wanted him.