Books With Mafia Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

He was a fuckboy who didn’t know what it meant to have a woman mess with your mind. He would find a woman who made him feel what Serena made me feel, and then he would understand that doing things to protect your woman was normal. I didn’t want him in New York. He would scare Serena and make her feel like shit. He only kept reminding me that I was getting married to the Irish princess. Contracts had been signed and alliances forged. It was normal for arranged marriage to happen in the mafia. We had been raised to do nothing but enrich the mafia and only do things to expand territories and influence. None of my brothers was married.

She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."

"For my eldest son, yes. Consider it a marriage pact. Insurance." “Insurance,” Marcus repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. “You want me to trade my daughter’s future for my life?” Even saying the words out loud made him want to double over and spill his guts out on the polished marble. In the mafia, arranged marriages were a norm. Marriage to them was done out of necessity and not out of love.

“Huh? That ex-wife of yours?” Vasco frowns at the request. Everyone knows that Hector sent Scarlett to jail and absolutely hates her. He picks up the newspaper from a table and reads the front page. The picture of Ryder Rochester and Scarlett D’arcy are on the front page with headlines “Ex-Socialite marries the Mafia!” Huh? This is interesting, he thinks. “I’ll-” He’s about to say when the doorbell rings. To Hector’s chagrin, Vasco hangs up the phone.

she kept saying. "Chin…” Liam looked at the news, he realized something. “Chin, don't tell me your husband is a mafia boss?" he asked. Selene wiped her tears and looked at Liam, depressed in her eyes. "Y-You're right, Liam. He is the one I married with ... Lyon Drake Armstrong," he replied. Liam was disappointed because he had not expected his best friend to marry a demon powerful man. He almost lost his appetite sitting next to Selene.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“I’d rather get a bullet to my head. Over my dead cold body. What else, Papa?” “That’s all for now. Come home with her, and we’ll talk about what to do next.” “No, Papa. I need to know now or let me just kill Francesco, and my headache is over.” “No more killing. This is also a business alliance, Terzo.” I breathed through my nose as put down the empty glass. “This business alliance, Papa, does this involve marriage?” “Yes.” “So let me get this clear if I understand it correctly. I’m going to get that woman and bring her home, marry her for business alliance to pay my blood debt, or what?”