Novel & Cerita Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride

(Warning; Mention of violence and rape) Kay. "No, you are lying you fucking idiot" I shout in frustration punching him in the face before going for the gun on the table. This idiot is playing games with me and I will make sure he pays for that. "Believe it or not, he is the heir to the Russian mafia. The one Carlos killed was Victor's illegitimate son he had with his mistress" he says spitting out blood from his busted lip. No.

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?”

It was just like the love between her and him, and their marriage was a little short and terrible. If she had known it earlier, she wouldn't have brought her daughter back. She could have chosen another city, but why did she come back here? She knew he was also in this city. Knowing it was a deep pit, she jumped into it foolishly. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sneer. Lingweihao ended his cooperation with a Japanese client. They didn't have a good conversation. The Japanese client haggled over the price, which made him a little impatient, but he still couldn't restrain his impatience until the end.

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

I asked again, feeling very uncomfortable and impatient. "Oh, why don't I start with a proper introduction first?" He said. "My name is Juan Calaveros, son of Santiago Calaveros and the right hand man to the leader of this mafia group." My lips literally parted in shock, as I took in the information. Santiago Calaveros was dead, and he used to be the leader. I never knew he had a son, and isn't his son supposed to be the new leader? Why is he referring to himself as the "right hand", and to whom?

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

a woman shouted from the stairs. I sat on a couch in the big room. I could see my men dragging the woman and her two children. They tied their hands but left their feet and mouths free. “Who are you!? What do you want from us!” Maria Fernandez, Joaquin's wife, screamed. “Do you know who my husband is!? You'll all die at his hands if you don't let us go!” “He's Sinclair Wyndham, Mom,” Diego Fernandez, Joaquin's eldest son, said. “He and his people made it through security. That means they're not afraid of Papa.”

“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.