Betrothed To The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

He makes me turn back so we can face each other. "You're scared of me?" He asks me with a frown itched between his brows. "No, I am not, it just..I didn't intend to disturb you. Please continue, I won't bother you again." I reply with a tight smile. "No, you didn't disturb me at all. It was the motherfucker Marco, my business associate in Italy who is now threatening me to back out from the new project which we're supposed to start together. It's can be a milestone for our company but it seems everyone is adamant to fuck with me." He rubs his temples. He actually looked tensed and exhausted.

“You can keep running. But trust me, you won’t get far.” His words felt like a threat, but I could hear something else behind them. There was a strange offer in his voice. The mafia heir, a man capable of anything, offering me protection. It should have made me want to walk away, to run as fast as I could, but instead, a small part of me felt drawn to the idea. “I don’t need your protection,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t need you.” His eyes darkened, and he took another step closer, his body mere inches from mine now. “You don’t have to need me, Lila. I’ll make you need me, I swear it. And when you do, you’ll understand why you can’t escape me.”

Her hands trembled as the maids pinned the royal crest upon her chest. She looked at her reflection — the servant who once poured wine now about to be queen. Outside, the courtyard overflowed with nobles, priests, and villagers. The grand altar shone with golden light. When King Zerach appeared, clad in robes of white and crimson, the crowd fell silent in awe. He reached out his hand to Freda, and she took it — their fingers intertwining like two fated paths finally meeting. The High Priest raised his staff and proclaimed, “Before gods and men, before the living and the departed, I bind these two in heart and in destiny.”

Carlos said as I recognized Mr Moretti. No it wasn't just Mr Moretti. It was Antonio Moretti, one of the most feared mob bosses in this city. He carried himself like he had all the time in the world or at least he should there was a dagger in his hand, a dangerous glint of the edge of it from the artificial light hanging above, he was surrounded by other men and women and at the center of all that attention to was a man strapped to a chair bound both hands and feet and with a dirty rug shoved into his mouth.

“That is my late wife’s birthday. Bless her soul. Alice will be very happy with this date. Trust me.” ‎My chest tightens almost instantly. ‎“Okay, sir,” I reply, though the words come out more grudgingly than I intend. ‎The 28th of December… ‎Four years ago....that was the day I became a Mafia lord. Since then, that date has carried nothing but darkness for me. Every year, it comes with memories I would rather forget. ‎And now… ‎Now I have to tie it to this marriage. ‎To Alice. ‎To this… arrangement.

I can't believe my brothers murderer is this close and I can't do anything, my heart stung as I continued wiping the table. “Five million by Friday,” the Italian murmured his voice cracking “Cash” A pause then his deep, low and dangerous voice came“You think money fixes betrayal?” the Italian flinched, his grip tightening on the glass of vodka he was holding “It's not betrayal pakhan It’s… a misunderstanding.” “You gave my shipment route to orlov men.” Mikhail’s words were barely heard but were sharp and radiating danger “That is not a misunderstanding that is suicide.”

“Alessia, always the voice of reason. I just wanted a weekend getaway. Turned off my phone so we could enjoy some peace. I didn’t expect the entire Moretti search party to come looking for me.” We all laughed, the sound easing the heavy weight that had been pressing on us. Ivan pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and sat down beside her. “Everyone, this is Betty. She came all the way from New York to see me.” Betty smiled shyly but warmly, waving at us. Ivan continued with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying the moment. “Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother

"Exactly, in this world, we don't take betrayal well." "Why did you refuse to tell me this before?" "I was trying to keep you in the dark for as long as possible. The less you knew, the safer you were. But now... that safety is gone" My eyes shot to his. "Why?" "Because now, you're not just the daughter of a traitor. You're the wife of the most powerful mafia lord in the city, Marco Virell Martini. That makes you leverage. Or a threat." My face went pale, I felt my temperature drop. Marco reached for my hand. "I will protect you, no one dares touch what's mine and lives. But you need to be careful." He said with a smirk on his face.

A contract was brought in by one of the devil’s boys as I called them and in the contract, it was boldly stated that I would be his pet for a year; Why does he have to remind me with this so bold statement, again. We both signed the paper and I was ordered to go take my belongings. I wasn't surprised, My father kept giving me the pleading eyes, while my step mum couldn't contain her tears. I didn't want to cry here so I tried to console them. Later that day, we went to the court where a small court wedding was organized with an attendance of just my family, my husband who I later knew to be Luca Vitiello; the Mafia Boss, and two witnesses who I assumed were his close bodyguards.

“Funny, because that man you’re trying so hard to marry… he’s already arched my waist and groaned in my ear while I made him lose control.” Her eyes flickered with rage before she turned sharply to Andreina. “Leave us.” Andreina hesitated but obeyed. Now it was just Betty and me, two predators circling. “Listen,” Betty said coldly. “Whatever you had with Dante was just a Mafia’s game. You were nothing but a pawn.” I tilted my head. “And what if you are the pawn? What if he’s just using you for something bigger?” “At least he needs me,” she snapped. “He doesn’t need you.”