Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Novels & Stories

have trust issue , will try to escape not to mention they will be scared from you and the list is long . In our world marriages are generally done between two Mafia families either fixed by our parents or we date each other quite shocking I know! Mine happened to be through dating, Liza ( his wife) and Lucy( his daughter) are the best thing happened to me in this life . I am orphan but my godfather Alejandro who trained me and his son Stephan to be the best in our work and to survive the hardship of this glamorous yet extremely dangerous life convinced liza's father for the marriage who was not happy with the fact that I was not born into a mafia family or a loyal family as they like to

I said, her smile widened at my words. "Thank you, Don!" She said. When she noticed I didn't have anything more to say, she turned on her heels and left, while I was left staring at my bride. She was very beautiful, even with her eyes close, she looked like a princess. Damon's Princess, his only daughters, and family, that is why I must marry her. Damon is a very stubborn man, and he is making the other members of the mafia Bujambo go against me, which I will never take lightly, I have to make him weak, and this precious princess of his happens to be the greatest pun in my plan. I'm going to use her and get him to do whatever I want.

To obey his every word. I haven't met him, but I have heard so many things about him. Things that are anything but good. He is a Mafia leader so I guess that's what was expected of him. To be violent, unforgiving, so many negative traits, but most of all...to be dominant. He decided to make me his wife, and my grandparents more than happily hand me over to him.

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

It gave my father the room to do as he pleased. Father wanted to punish me and didn't give me much of a choice. I was to choose a punishment. It was either Bryan Vincenzo, his trusted advisor would be the one to take over after he stepped down and become the new leader of the De Luca clan, or I get married to Mia Moretti.

She had felt overwhelmed and terrified when Enzo had suggested she play along and got married to him, even when Maria had tried to convince her to play along she still had plans to escape in the back of her head. "The mafia's have rules Gabriella, they are not fond of stealing other people's women. Whether she was bought or it was a legal marriage. If you're married to me, Enzo won't be able to touch you," Sebastian explained, his eyes locked on hers. "You'll be under my protection Gabriella, and he'll have to go through me to get to you." Gabriella's expression softened slightly, considering Sebastian's words. She had to admit, the idea of being protected from Enzo's grasp was tempting.

I had been forced to smile, to nod, to pretend like I was just another arm candy to add to his collection, but I was nothing more than a puppet—one whose strings were pulled at his will. Every part of me wanted to break free, to scream, to claw my way out of this gilded cage he’d built around me. But I knew better than to make a scene. I was the wife of Luca Moretti, the infamous mafia kingpin, and my actions had consequences—consequences that were far too terrifying to consider.

Then I looked up—and stopped cold. At the far end of the corridor, Luca Moretti was holding a little boy no older than one. His expression was soft, patient, almost tender. Beside him stood Sofia Romano in a loose beige dress, her features delicate, her voice low and gentle. The same woman who had once torn through my marriage under the excuse of one drunken mistake. For a second, my mind went completely blank. Before I could stop myself, I followed them. They disappeared into a pediatric exam room just down the hall. I stayed just outside, hidden from view, and listened.

"The board of directors already called me this morning. They are terrified of a public relations nightmare. They do not want excuses, and they do not want quiet payouts. They want absolute proof that this is a real, legitimate, happy marriage. They need the public to see that she married you willingly, not because you forced her. They want to see stability to protect the company's valuation." "What do they expect me to do?" "The Annual Charity Gala is tomorrow night," Marcus said clearly. "Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to sm