Blood Vows Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

This is amazing. After reigning Savienna, the attention returned to us. "In the power of my name, I now declare Sabrina Klea Lacsamana, as the wife of the First Mafia Boss. May you live longer." That was the last thing the bishop said before we were showered with roses and applause from the people in the sacred Hall. In this organization, I am now married to Saint, which means I am now bound to him. That whatever he does is connected to me. If he dies, I die too...we are now bound to each other.

A few minutes after we got to the venue the wife came in and the marriage ceremony started. While the priest was talking, Amelia moved close to me and said “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” I wasn't shocked at her question, her smart mouth gets her into trouble. I looked at her angrily and said “Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a weak woman like you,” I know she isn't a weak woman but I wanted to piss her off, which I successfully did. “ Well, I think she made a good choice. Your brother didn’t deceive her, he is a better human than you “ she replied.

When I made no attempts to move, he forcefully grabbed my arm and hooked it in his. "Non farlo Alessia. Mi metterai in imbarazzo. Metterete in imbarazzo la mafia (Don't do this Alessia. You will embarrass me. You will embarrass the mafia).’ He growled lowly. I don't miss how he wanted to say his mafia. I smiled tensely as I was handed a bouquet of a dozen white roses. | took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my wedding. | wore a beautiful dress and was standing in an idyllic castle. Just as quickly as that image crossed my mind it left.

Layla scoffed and stared at Jacob who shrugged and said to his daughter, "Behave decently down there, make him see you as a potential wife" She laughed holding her chest, "Fvck it, Father, I'm not priest or pope's daughter, I'm the daughter of the greatest mafia lord of all time getting married to the most dangerous underboss in the mafia history. Does that sounds decent?" Nica continued, "I'm going to be myself. Moreover, we're betrothed, there's no backing out. He is mine and I'm his. Sealed" Layla nodded at her husband, "I love her spirit"

A moment of silence passed between them before the mafia boss spoke again. "How about this deal? Drop the case against your ex-wife—" "How do you—" "Wait! I'm not done talking yet!" The mafia boss's voice rose a little, and Jeff felt embarrassed. "As I said! Withdraw the case against your wife, and annul your marriage. It's that simple. I know, and you know that your wife is innocent," said the mafia boss. I was shocked by what the mafia boss said to my ex-husband, I did not expect that their deal would end there.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

"She's basically the alliance. Killing her destroys everything we've been working toward." "Exactly." Marco pulled out his phone. "Salvatore needs to know. And someone get Domenic Corsini on the line. His daughter just became a widow in our house." My father. God. My father was going to lose his mind when he found out. The marriage was supposed to fix things, supposed to end fifty years of violence between our families. Instead the wedding night turned into a murder scene. "I need to sit down." The room tilted. Rosa caught me before I hit the floor.

“You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?” My firm grip loosened as I let go of my fork. Roman Vicavoche! He acted so high and mighty just because Father listened to him. I bet he was also the one who suggested this marriage. Clenching my fists, I took a sharp breath and met with Roman’s gaze. If I couldn’t decline this, then I wouldn’t be a Vale. “I disagree,” I said in a firm voice, enduring the heavy stares from my family. “I’m not going to marry that man from our enemy.”

The blood oath was a ritual done to seal a bond between the married couple, it was mostly done at their mafia weddings as part of the ceremonies. Luca's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. But he stood from his seat, He stood tall, his posture rigid, as he walked to the centre of the big hall as Elle followed. Her mother in-laws neared them, she faced them as they both were facing each other as people looked on. She grabbed Elle's hand which was small and delicate squeezed her finger. as Luca's gaze remained fixed on some point ahead. But as his mother pricked Elle’s finger and moved the needle to him his eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, they locked gazes.

Alex showed pure restraint, looking down at the slime on his sheeny red bottoms and then he took another deep breath before smiling again, “Well you’re married to one…now about that kiss?” She was prepared to bite him again, damn the consequences as she would rather die than let this man touch her. He saw the terror in her eyes and smirked, “Relax Olivia.” “Please take me home.” She pleaded one more time, “I’ll be your wife only on— “No.” He said out flatly. Right then, Olivia father’s words crossed her mind.This was no longer some random dream, neither a figment of her poor imagination—she was now the wife of a mafia boss, and her father’s plan whatever it was needed to come into action.