Novel & Cerita Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride

Romeo's jaw tightened, his face a mask of shadows. He turned his back to her, shame and something colder hiding in his silence. "I did what was necessary," he muttered, voice low, before striding away. "Seize them," Seraphina ordered, her voice curling with venom. But the guards hesitated, Fear flickered in their eyes. This was Luca Morano's wife they were meant to touch, the bride of the mafia's heir. None of them wished to bear the weight of his wrath when he ever finds out.

Kay. When the man stops talking and Carl's countenance changes, I instantly figure something must be wrong. I remember when he left his wife on the floor crying like he didn't care. And how his words were so harsh, especially when directed towards the woman you love. Then he is still swearing to do whatever, if he finds out she helped Rico. I understand most mafia men are rough, violent, and anything dirty, but I can't imagine Carl being that way with me. Most of them don't marry for love. Marriages in our world are for business purposes or when one wants an heir, they believe that loving someone makes you weak, and weakness is the main cause of failure in this game.

Whether it’s out of fear or confusion, I’m not sure. “Are you alright?” Xavier towered over me, grabbing hold of my arms, steadying me. “I told you to stay.” “W-what did Calvin mean… mafia?” I stuttered, lips trembling. My hands kept rubbing up and down my side, hoping that the cold sweats of my palms would ease away. My husband looked unfazed. The blank expression he wears remained. He reached for my cheeks, trapping my face in his warm hands. “I’ll explain everything. Let’s get through this wedding first, yes?”

However, he didn't give her anything. Instead, he focused on his ex-wife, his precious daughter. But after she gave birth to the baby, he had to admit it or not. He had to marry her and give her a name. If the outsiders knew that she was abandoned by him, he would definitely be cursed by everyone. Thinking of this, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled complacently. Lingweihao returned to the study and leaned back on the chair wearily, with a cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette end was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and a wisp of green smoke rose and floated in the air, disappearing.

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

I get bored and go to sleep. Renzo's POV I am on my way to America to meet with the American mafia king. We are friends since childhood so I am sure she would help me. Yep it's a she, but she likes to go by king instead of queen. After a long flight I have finally reached America. My driver drives me to her house. As soon as I ring the bell the maid opens the door and leads me inside, after a few minutes she comes down to meet with me. " Hello Kale. How have you been?" I ask her. " Oh you were alive all these years, I thought you were probably dead. I mean like who forgets that they have a bestfriend and stops communicating with them." she says. I smile sheepishly. " Anyway why are y

So, I needed that big desk between us. “Joaquin came and wanted you,” I said, opening the conversation. “What did you do to anger him?” Wesley swallowed heavily. “I stole some cocaine from his warehouse and burned it in the incinerator last night.” “Why?” I asked. Wesley shut his mouth and bowed his head. Of course, he wouldn't admit it. The man planned everything well except preparing an explanation. He knew I wouldn't believe him no matter what. Joaquin Fernandez was a Latin American mafia boss who controlled the area on the border of our city. The people in his territory were subservient to him. He committed many crimes, such as trafficking women and children, illegally buying and selling

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal. The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti. The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unr

“People think I have the perfect family. Look at this mess. My sons don’t even get along. You’re all a disgrace.” He coughed violently. “Easy, husband,” Teresa said, pouring him a glass of water. “Show-off,” Cassie whispered. “Have some respect—for our guest, at least,” Veronica snapped. Silence fell. “I heard she’s not really from the Romano family,” Salvador said, eyes locked on Anna. “Where is your mysterious bride from, brother?” Sandro said nothing. “Um... I—” Anna tried to respond, but one hard glare from Sandro silenced her instantly.

"I will be the perfect husband to Nadia. You have my word." "Good. Because I don't have to tell you what awaits you if you treat her wrong." Salvador said. ... Within a few months, every last one of Salvatore's men were dead. Antonio became the el capo of la vendetta oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. As promised, he married Nadia. He played the perfect groom and kept to his promise of treating her well. But things went downhill a year after they were married. Nadia took in and had a baby for Antonio, and all seemed perfect for a while. But Antonio discovered that the baby wasn't his. Nadia had an affair with one of her father's bodyguards. The child belon