Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride の小説・ストーリー

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.

A grief that looked so deeply buried it had begun to rot inside him. Lucia’s expression twisted. “You buried me alive. Did you expect love to survive that?” Dante didn’t flinch. “I did what needed to be done. You chose your path.” “And you chose your new bride,” Lucia snapped. “How poetic that she will witness your last breath.” She turned her gun back on me so quickly I didn’t have time to react. The muzzle flashed.

Despite his gentlemanly demeanor—holding the door open for me and maintaining a courteous attitude—it was hard to imagine him as anything other than an Italian mafia capo. But is it really so difficult? Take a closer look at him. This is exactly what I did. Shivers ran down my spine as I felt his absolute command and underlying threat. No, it’s not impossible to imagine. I watched as he moved around the hood of the car and slid into the driver’s seat beside me, closing the passenger door with a smooth click. Before starting the car, he gave me a long, heated look that made me feel exposed from the inside out. The engine roared to life with a pleasing hum. With a flawlessly executed shift int

"Who is she? A waitress who slapped him in front of thousands of people during your wedding reception. If You think people have forgotten about that incident, then we must remind them about it." Flavio understood his mother's plan and smirked. "Of course. I would remind everyone how my dear cousin was slapped by his little fiancee." "You don't have to remind everyone. Just one person is enough for that," Lucia smiled as she watched Olivia and Ethan walking to the stage. Her husband was already standing there, behind them, just like every time. Behind Olivia and her family. "What are you talking about?" "Where is Asher, find him and mock his brother's choice. The arrogant fool will create a d

He was ushered to the front of the church with his brother and his two cousins, Adolfo and Alonso behind him. They arranged themselves as they were supposed to be while they waited for his soon-to-be wife and her bridal train. To make matters worse, they were having a church wedding. How the hell does the captain of the mafia or even anyone from the mafia get married in a church? It didn’t make sense and neither did this wedding. The audience grew silent all of a sudden and then the Bridal Chorus began to play. He tore his eyes away from the priest to look at Ismeralda as she walked up to him with her father.

i turn into a child that seeks haven in their mother's arms. I long for her approval, trust and love.i crave her touch and admiration.it might make me look weak,but I don't care.i will allow my wife to be my weakness, to be my safest place. I've always heard of mafia boss's falling in love and turning soft for their wife,It made me laugh because I doubted any woman could make me want to be this way I feel for laurel.i doubted I even have a soft bone in me.she brings all these out of me and I don't even care if it makes me look weak.i embrace it.i would be anything she asks me to be.she just need to ask.i don't care what it looks like to anyone else.for my wife,I will do it.

“The ceremony is next month. You’ll be there, right?” Before the other men could reply, Maksim said, “Next month?” They didn’t discuss this. It wasn’t so far away anymore. Just three more weeks to the end of this month. Don Dante, the leader of the Italian mafia, looked at Maksim, and he faked a smile. “Lovely date. I’ll have to inform Camilla.” “Camilla?” Don Ling of the Japanese mafia said. Papa laughed, and the sound annoyed him too much. “That’s his wife. Where is she?”

"Fair enough. My name is Victor Racini." Stunned, I stumbled backward, colliding with the dresser, and winced as he closed the door. Victor Racini, the son of notorious mafia kingpin Ricardo Racini, renowned as the most infamous and dangerous man in all of California. And that man had just subjected me to a spanking.

I scowled, dismissing her. Ever since my dad lost his life to the Miccaso Mafia, my mom wouldn't stop being overprotective of me. Taking everything too seriously as she tried to protect my father's legacy. She wanted me to avenge my father's death at all costs, but we couldn't do it alone. We needed to merge business with the Cassano mafia—the greatest mafia family in Italy. But they wanted a bride for me, according to their legacy. They believed in true love, unlike me.