Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride Novels & Stories

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

"You are such a selfish, arrogant and rude personDon't you have a heart???. No one's gonna love or marry a person like you." "Why don't you look at yourself first before judging another person???, You are a stupid and rufey lady who don't know how to speak to people, First learn how to speak I would never marry a person like you and even if you were the last person left on earth I would never marry you." Suddenly two guards headed towards me, I left his hand because I didn't want any trouble. If I get into any trouble my step mother would take advantage of it. So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger.

I put my hand above the piercer and looked up at him. "You know why I own the biggest mafia? Because empty and baseless threats like these don't faze me" His eyes opened in shock "So you rather I kill your wife?!" It was clear my response angered him "Go ahead" I stood up and dived forward catching Vera in my arms we rolled on the ground as explosions erupted everywhere. I shielded her and she clutched unto me as the sounds echoed round the room. Soon the place was engulfed in flames and I looked down at Vera.

Quite true to his promise, a black Lamborghini veneno roadster pulled up to my house at the exact time an anonymous number had said the next morning and I was asked to get in. A couple of hours later, I was standing in the registrar with the devil himself dressed in a simple button down black shirt and black trousers. All his henchmen who stood beside us as we signed the documents were all clothed in black and I spied the same tattoo of a black scorpion on at least 8 guards. God, this felt more of a funeral than a wedding. My funeral to be exact. For some reason, the tattoo was oddly familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where exactly I had seen it. The old man at the registrar paid no attention

he said simply, retreating toward the bedroom. --- By the time he returned, Valentina had finished laying out the table. Luca pulled out a chair and sat, his eyes sweeping over the spread before lingering on me. I shifted under the weight of his gaze. Valentina appeared with the first dish. “Spaghetti aglio e olio,” she announced, setting a steaming bowl at the center before adding golden bruschetta glistening with olive oil. A moment later, she returned with a platter of Caprese salad. “You can go now,” Luca dismissed her.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

"She could have been saved, if he had just taken her to the hospital. But…" A loud scream interrupted them. "If it's true," the young guard said. "Then that girl must have meant something to Hwang Joonjae." "Who knows," Lee sighed. "All I can say is this. Whoever will anger the most dangerous Mafia lord of this country, is bound to a life worse than death." …. Inside the room, the bearded man cowered in fright. The handsome man towered in front of him, unaffected by the pungent smell or state of the room. The sight of him made the bearded man shiver.

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at the wallclock. It was eight pm. Time for dinner. I exited my office and walked through the verandah until I came to stop before the room my little wife was settled in. The woman was a puzzle, a prideful and stubborn puzzle. Ava didn't fit into the Mafia world. You could see so by just looking into her clear blue eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, Ava had them. She was beautiful though, with her curly blonde hair and those pretty soft skin I had a taste of. After that night, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about having her under me again. And that's when the Addams t