Novel & Cerita Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride

Everything about this day had been horrible and maybe so deserved it. The door to my penthouse creaked open, and I stepped inside like a man returning to a mausoleum. The lights were low. Everything was too quiet. Then I saw her. Bianca. She was still her and she was sitting on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand like she was born to be this. A mafia princess, a woman fit for the arms of a Don. Her eyes flicked to me, but I said nothing, I didn’t have the strength to fight off her sexual energy so I walked past her. Straight to the bar. My hands didn’t shake when I grabbed the bottle of whiskey, but they might as well have.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the penthouse coming into view. When I take Callie tonight, it won't be rushed, it will be her ruin. I've owned her ever since she set foot in my bar three weeks ago. If she thinks that anyone, least of all an object, can do to her what I will, she doesn't know what it means to belong to Romano Cappellucci. But she will, She fúcking will. ~~~ La notte dei fantasmi. The Night of Ghosts. An invitation from one of the oldest crime families of New York.

Their bodies pressed together, hands flying, clothes coming off fast. I covered my mouth with both hands, nausea rising in my throat. This was the man I was supposed to marry. This was the man who might be my first. Lorenzo De Luca, mob prince, heartless bastard… and apparently, a sex-crazed maniac who is cheating in his fiancee. I couldn’t breathe. Their groans echoed through the room. I shut my eyes, praying—begging—they wouldn’t hear me. Because if they opened this door… I was dead. Or worse.

"Get ready, Vera..." He said and walked out of the room. Vera broke down when he left. She couldn't believe that she is again experiencing this. This time may be worse, she has no idea what will be her life with Mafia. Girls came again and started preparing her for the wedding. They helped her into dress and did her hair and makeup. It was mermaid dress with long tail. It was beautiful and in normal situation she would have been happy but this wasn't the situation in her favor. She was going to marry the man who is a criminal.

“ Well we have good news. Your wife is healing wonderfully and your son is healthy.” Yes, we’re having a baby boy. I found out at her ultrasound and I have been walking around on cloud nine since. There has been so much happening,too. Camila Peters has disappeared mysteriously just like Angelo Junior said could happen. Funny how those things happen. Last I heard she was carved up like a piece of meat after she had been tortured and I heard Nicky Barino ground up her body and fed her to his pigs. I can’t say the bitch didn’t deserve it. You don’t mess with the mafia and especially someone as beloved as my wife, future Donna.

Huracio The last few hours were hectic. Not only did Helena slip into my office, but someone set fire to Salvatore’s club after tearing it apart. Four people died, and several files went missing. Everything happened at the same time, effectively preventing either side from calling for backup. How did she pull it off? Who is helping her? “We have underestimated your girlfriend,” Salvatore grumbled. “I think it’s time we bring your wife in.” My heart trembled. “Bring her in for what?” I casually asked, trying not to sound worried or antagonistic.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze fell to the floor. The alta plate was set next to the threshold, waiting for the bride to leave her footprints as per ritual. But he stepped forward, and with the tip of his boot, he kicked a nearby glass vase. It shattered into pieces right in front of the alta plate. Everyone gasped. "Walk on that," he said, eyes locked on the bride now. "What?" Aarika breathed, horrified. The bride hesitated. Her body trembled.

I slowly sat down on the couch for support. What did my father get me into? I could not even scream at him or be angry, in my mind I am still processing the conversation that just happened. I just turned twenty-one, and never in my life did I imagine getting married this early. "Oh, Dad." I sobbed softly. "I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King."

No questions were asked. Valentina stood where the vows had been spoken, her fingers trembling as they brushed the diamond resting on her left hand. The stone caught the candlelight, scattering tiny sparks across the blood-stained marble. She curled her fingers into a fist. The ring bit into her skin. It wasn't heavy because of the diamonds. It was heavy because, with a single vow, she had become Mrs. De Luca. The cathedral doors swung open. A wall of camera flashes exploded across the steps, so bright Valentina instinctively narrowed her eyes. Voices crashed into one another as reporters surged against the barricades, microphones stretching into the air like reaching hands.