Novel & Cerita Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride

- As. — I also took a shot in the shoulder to get him to say yes. I won't accept a "no". — I get closer and look him straight in the eye. — My husband disappeared... I joined the mafia for him, I wanted to be free... free... — I laugh... — I wasn't. I trapped myself in this world for him. — I say without another smile. — And what I did to you today, I will do to anyone who refuses to do what I know is necessary to get you back. I'll do anything... but I'm a nice person. — I touch his face and take the dagger from the armchair. — Say "yes" and I'll come out as your ally; Say "no" and I'll make you great slut food. Simple... — I play with the dagger in my hand and look at Caccini. —What do you

If I say sorry—sorry for all the times I didn’t listen, sorry for leaving toys on the stairs—maybe they’ll come back. But the coffins only sank deeper. Around me, people whispered, voices buzzing like insects. Too soft to understand, yet sharp enough to cut. “How tragic.” “So young.” “An accident, they say.” “The girl… poor thing. Losing both parents like that.” Poor thing. The words made bile rise in my throat. Their eyes weren’t kind. They were curious, hungry, waiting for a spectacle. A mafia funeral is more than grief.

"Your father and I—we had a pact. A blood oath. He wanted the Rivera name to mean something more than just muscle. He wanted a dynasty. You marry her, or you walk out of here and we go to war. Your choice." The room smelled of salt air and expensive floor wax. Beyond the heavy drapes of the Cruz Bay Estate, the Atlantic crashed against the jagged rocks. This place was a mausoleum. The cracks in the marble and the peeling gold leaf on the ceiling told the story. The Cruzes were bleeding out. They had the history, but I had the fire. I looked at the shadow in the corner. Marco Alvarez, my driver, stood motionless. He was a ghost with a Glock.

Camila’s POV The moment I stepped into the war room, the air seemed to tighten with anticipation. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I didn't feel small, but I wasn't the broken girl I had been before every pair of eyes turned to me. I wasn't a mafia lord's defenseless bride. The chaos had changed me; I was no longer the woman who wept in private.the lies and the betrayals. Now, I was something more powerful.

"How did she die?" "She drowned." He drags in a deep breath and continues. "As a Galitze, I was never going to have the chance to climb the ranks in the Bratva. Mira gave me a way to do so when I started doing her dirty work. The mission that defined me and set me up for life was killing Alessio's mother. That was how I first got close to the Scarfonis and how the marriage contract first came about. When Mira wanted to secure her marriage and prosperity, I gave her that. Then, when we found out the vineyard had oil, it was everything to her and a way for me to get a ownership of it. She pumped the money in to set up the company and kept it a secret. She knew if she could get her hands on the

Calvin then grabbed the men by his neck and whispered words that made the attacker trembled in fear, “You better speak or I’ll send you to The Reaper” “Who.. Who.. are you?” the attacker asked in fear. “I would need to kill you if you know who I really am” Calvin then gave him another hard punch that had put the men unconscious, but not dead. Laura swallowed her saliva as her heart was beating fast. She was hot for Calvin at that moment. It was either for his bravery act to save her or his bad boy look that was intriguing. In her mind, she recalled her best friend Marie once said he lived a double life being an underground gang leader, a mafia related member and a legit businessman.

Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease. I finally breathed out. That meant it was a no for me. He started to move, then stopped abruptly. “I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left. Who? It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation. It was me. I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang. Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.

“Give her out to him, dad. Let Valentina marry the Don!” “Stop it!” I screamed as I grabbed Camila, “shut it, Camila. I'll do no such thing.” “Why? It's only decent you repay us for everything we've done for you,” Camila stepped forward, holding my eyes, “we took you in after your mother died, fed you, clothed you and now you can't even repay us by marrying a Don?” “He belongs to the mafia, Camila. Do you not get it?” My eyes were widened as I forced her to understand, “they're dangerous. She held a knife right in the open. Do you know what that means? They made dad kneel!”

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Lucas is a well-known leader of the gang and a gambling lord in their city. He also owns a shark loan company. Diego Ramos owed him money from the gambling. He was about to take Mariane as the collateral for Diego’s debts, but David paid it for Diego. Because of that, Mariane and David got married, which made Lucas even more angry. He wanted to take and possess the girl but the moment he tried to get closer, someone was already following him to stop him from coming to Mariane. Lucas also found out that Mariane had left the country. Then, he followed the girl and find out her whereabouts. Lucas invade David’s territory and hired some spies there. Until he met Agatha. Lucas found out that Agat