Fierce Love: Arranged Bride Of The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

V) The way my love is dressed today make my heart fluttered . Though the marks which I had given her is perfectly covered by makeup but I couldn't help but stare in sheer pleasure when she took her sweet time walking ever so slowly scared like a doe with her slender neck and that soft petal skin calling me . It took every strength in me to control myself. It might sound absurd but that's the truth . We mafia men are considered heartless by the normal people because of our deeds but it's true that only our loved ones can make us smile and feel like a human being from time to time . I can see the way she looked towards me and got scared so much that she clutched fabio hand but that what make m

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going

“What, how can you say such father you didn't even ask for my consent?” Azzura the only child of Mr. Tommaso and Mrs Gaia of the Sil clan, a small and almost seen to be weak clan screamed out at her father after hearing the news of her already planned marriage with her betrothed Francisco of the Ndranghetas Mafia Family. A very dangerous Mafia family ruled by the mighty strength of Don Giovanni a very ruggedly voracious man who believes in killing or be killed and the father to Francesco the betrothed to Azzura.

“You look nervous, ma’am.” “I’m fine.” I tried to hide my nervousness. “Are you sure, ma’am?” I nodded in response. Maybe when I open my mouth, I’ll scream because I’m even more nervous and Yuichi isn’t there. I don’t know how, but whenever I feel like this, Yuichi’s presence calms me down. So now that he’s not by my side, I have to stop myself, otherwise I might do something bad to whoever besides me. “In the next corridor, you will meet Don Facundo. Don Facundo, who is fifty-five years old, is known as a ruthless mafia boss. Many are afraid of him because he has lost a fight. I think you should avoid him.” Blake said.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

“You’ve been chosen to marry Nico Ravazzani, his heir. It’s a strong match, Ana. A privilege, truly.” A privilege? I stared at the man who once vowed I’d earn a college degree before ever thinking of marriage. Who told me I could choose who I’d marry. Empty promises. Every single one. “No way. I’m not marrying some stranger across the world. I don’t want a mafia husband. I’m starting school this fall.” My father’s expression turned cold, a mask I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the face of my dad—it was the face of a ‘ndrina leader, someone capable of cruelty without flinching.

"I don't want to marry this mongrel and I won't! I want you to kill me! KILL ME! You pack of mutts. You think you can just sit there and decide what to do with my life? I won't let you! I won't marry this man! I'd rather die than marry him!" Giotto doesn't seem fazed at my outburst. In fact, it seems like he was expecting it. "You are much like your mother, my dear. She was brave and feisty, too. She had this fire within her that attracted many to her like moths to a flame. She too was rebellious, which is why she married your bastard father, and not me. I will never forgive her for it and not even her death justifies what she did to me. Which is why you will marry Enzo. You will marry him a

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t