Betrothed To The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

Betty grumbled, sipping her wine gracefully, " Lord! I don't know how Brother Albert hangs out with this man. He is the scariest man in the whole city." I stiffened at the thought of Alexis being scary. Trying to sound nonchalant, I responded calmly, curious to know about the man who was once my sweet mate, " Umm..scary? Why is he into some.. detective jobs or.. cops?" Betty burst into laughter as if I just had cracked a lame joke. I blinked my eyes at her naively, her reply took all the air from my lungs, " Dari! You sure are still too pure. He is in the Mafia, the youngest head of the Bravta Lycans. Alberto should have warned you."

Luca's life hung in the balance, and here I was, being sent to face a man who had crossed Dante, someone I didn't even know, someone who could easily turn me into a pawn in this dangerous game I was now trapped in. Luca had always been the one to protect me. He had shielded me from this world, kept me away from the mafia's poisonous grasp. But now, I was walking straight into its heart, sent by the very man who controlled it. And with each step I took, I knew there was no turning back. As I made my way to the car waiting outside, I glanced around at the towering skyscrapers that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. Moretti Enterprises was a world of power, of wealth, of ruthless ambitio

He wasn’t even touching me properly, yet my body was already betraying me. Then his lips ghosted over my jaw, making my breath hitch. I exhaled shakily. “Get away from me.” His mouth lingered, so close I could feel his smirk. “Liar.” The word wrapped around me, dark and knowing. A pulse of heat curled low in my stomach. If he kept going, I would lose control. But then it hit me. Vincenzo Moretti. Mafia Lord. Dangerous. I shoved at his chest, hard. He stepped back, his eyes flashing.

Everything felt like a dream till this moment. The Stranger she randomly met was Leonardo Martini, the ruthless Capo of the Sicilian Mafia, and she was betrothed to him at 5. Now he was here to claim his bride. Alessia knew what being in the famiglia meant, but her parents had sheltered her from the gore and cruelty surrounding the dangerous world they lived in. But she knew the whispers that went around, overheard from her brothers and father, enough to know that Leonardo Martini was a devil, not a myth. Now he was to be her groom.

Aemon yelled as soon as he came back for her. "Y-you fvcking k-killed," she said toughly, enduring the pain and trying not to lose her consciousness. Aemon smirked for a while. "I'm not a killer though," he said before carrying her. "W-What are you?" she asked. "I'm a Mafia boss, Lily...you're marrying a Mafia boss." Fvck, I'll be tied to a Mafia boss.

It was as if every moment with her was a reminder of what I had at stake. Juliet had always been the culprit of chaos in my life, and now she had done more damage than I could have imagined. I needed to focus, to push through the anxiety and uncertainty that loomed ahead. As we settled into our seats on the plane, Bella tried to indulge me in conversation to calm my nerves. “How did it happen?” she asked gently, her voice a soothing balm. “Trust,” I said, my voice low. “She trusted her PA to promote her to the managing director of a branch. She trusted her with her heart and got stabbed in the back.”

Seeing her dressed like that made me lose all sense of reason. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I was Alessandro De Luca, the Mafia boss of Italy, the Alpha of the most feared pack in the world. I didn’t fall for women—ever. My life had no room for attachments, no space for weakness. Yet here I was, tormented by this slip of a human girl who had been thrust into my life as my second-chance mate. Second-chance mate or not, I wasn’t going to let this bond control me. I wouldn’t be tied down. But the harder I tried to resist, the more she consumed me.

What news could be as bad as the heartless breakup text I got months ago? "The Russian mafia is interested in you for their son, Lucia." my dad finally speaks. I look at him with an open mouth. The Russian what wants me for who? How? How do they know me? I don't think I'm even asking the right questions. "M-me? How?" Is all that comes out of my mouth. "It has always been the plan, il mio bambino" That's Italian for my child. But I don't think I'm in the right mood or state of mind to appreciate the endearing term. No.

Cassie sat beside me, her voice quieter now. "Listen to me, Kiana. He is not good at protecting what he loves without hurting it. That is something you must know.” I blinked countless times, refusing to take what she said seriously. I knew that he wanted to get things down with me but I never thought of him loving me. "He loves me?" I asked and she gave me a funny look. "Girl, he shot someone in the leg for touching you. That is the mafia language for ‘I adore you.’"

he tried kissing me after that but, I pushed him away from me with all my might. He looked at me, shocked. "Don't you get it?! We can't be together! You can't be with a girl like me! I'm... I'm a Mafia! Do you really intend to spend the rest of your life with a Mafia?!!"