Betrothed To The Mafia Lord Mga Nobela at Kwento

buckling my seatbelt inside his shadow gray Camaro, Marco started the engine and the pristine car roared to life. My partner in crime raked his brown locks unkindly. “Don’t get me wrong, Lian. I like hanging out with you.” He chuckled sarcastically as he drove over the speed limit on the highway heading towards our target location. “But if I recall it correctly, my designation in this mafia is not a fucking baby sitter. They’ve left me out and it pisses me off because this place where we’re headed, that’s where the high-profile prisoners are. Something big is going on and here I am, babysitting Don’s fiancée.”

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

"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.

"You seem to know more about this madman than I do, so if you're not going to tell me what's going on or who is looking for me, I'd like to go back to what I was doing." "Caterina, a mafia boss is looking for you and it's only a matter of time before he gets to you. We can only do so much to protect you," "Why would you want to protect me anyway?" "I promised Sebastian. Now I want you to do exactly as you are told, don't ask any questions, don't hesitate to do anything you're asked, and don't cause any trouble. Are we clear?" "Umm... Okay," "Good. Come with me."

The person I thought was my ally had betrayed me, leading me straight back into Bruno's clutches. As we approached the Mafia headquarters, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. I was trapped, with no escape in sight. Bruno's eyes gleamed with triumph as he took me from the traitor, his grip on my arm like a vice. "You should have stayed hidden, Veronica," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, you'll never leave my side again." I struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. I was at his mercy, and I knew he had none. The traitor who had betrayed me stood by, a smug look on his face, as Bruno dragged me back into the depths of the Mafia's lair.

“Soft and shy, or more like your type?” He ignored him. Frankly, he hadn’t thought about it. His only objectives going into the marriage was to obey his Capo’s instruction and keep the woman under his heel. He needed the former to find who had fucked him over, and for the latter, he knew that whoever the Moreni family sent would be like a spy to them. He wasn’t going to let a woman manipulate him again.

"Though the banished Beta has several times attempted to go to the company, he keeps failing. Nyk has always been around during the day and at night. But you have to know this, Theo isn't alone. He has people with him, people who are ready to fight alongside him." "Are they from the Darkwood pack?" "No, they are from the Red Moon pack." She answered. "The Beta believed taking Samantha into custody was the only way to get to you, but your wife was really smart at acting." She laughed for a while. "Well, I can assure you that the battle yet to come won't be a win for Theodore." "I wanna know some thing, Mrs El, does Theo have any thing to do with my family? Are we in any way related to each ot

She winked at me to talk fast, this man looked dangerous. "Ermm...yes, yes sir " I stuttered, blinking my eyes severally in anxiety. "It's yes Don, not sir" Jeremy chipped in, and turned away as soon as possible. I recalled that the man had introduced himself as the Lord of the mafia group known as the Headers. I had actually heard that name somewhere, from someone but I couldn't just remember where and from whom exactly. What led my mom to become lovers with a Mafia Lord?!, I wondered.

"Three nights ago, two shipments were stolen from me.. twenty of my men dead, a very pissed father on my neck.. I haven't had the best week. " Santo leaned back into his seat and looked at the man opposite him, Russo... Russo was supposed to be his partner, he was supposed to be loyal, but you know the saying; 'when you give a kid a ladder he aims to build a castle' that's exactly what Russo was trying to do and Santo saw right through his fake smile and false obedience.

"How dare you cause trouble at your brother’s wedding? Step down!" But for the first time, Leonardo defied Vincent head-on. "I don't want the position of heir! I just want Madeline! "Madeline, in the previous lifetime, you married me! "We ruled the entire mafia world together. I was the godfather, and you were the rightful godmother! This was supposed to be our ending, but now, everything has gone wrong! "Come back to me, and I will give you the love you deserve!" His words were beyond foolish. The mafia leaders in attendance murmured in disapproval.