Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Romane & Geschichten

Book 2 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. ********* I made a deal with a Bratva Boss, only to lose my virginity and now I’m forced to marry him. He was supposed to save me from a forced marriage not to kidnap me for his own pleasure. Nikolai Yezhov as always been the enemy; older, ruthless, dangerous and handsome. Now I’m knocked up by an older man whose forcing me to be his Bratva Bride.

He would say, "You don’t need to know now. All you need to be is a good girl and how do you do that? By stop being a bone in my throat. ACT LIKE A PRINCESS, KATYA. ACT LIKE ROYALTY.“ Right. I'd nod, chewing back my words because that made it so much better. I knew I wasn’t some obedient little mafia princess like I should be but, it wasn't no less his fault. He had pushed me to it. Papa wasn't one to tolerate nonsense. Not from his men, and certainly not from even me, his daughter. He was the Mafia King of Saint Petersburg cold, merciless, worshipped like a god and feared like the devil. But me? I was his wild daughter. The disgrace. The one he couldn’t tame, no matter how many places he loc

I inquired, not quite getting a heads up on what she's saying. "I know you know that Alexander is a mafia Prince and my husband, the mafia king. You'd probably be thinking I'm the mafia queen, right?" She let out a soft laugh and I snorted with a smile. "Well, I am no mafia queen, honey. I'm just married to a mafia king and don't get me wrong, I didn't know he was a mafia until after I had married him." She looked down at my fingers, gently caressing them. Some strands of hair fell over face and she elegantly tucked them behind her ear.

His usual gentle eyes were now filled with a madness I didn’t recognize. “From now on, there will be no Moretti family, only the Conti family! The mafia can only have one king!” He said, leaning closer to me. His scent overwhelmed me, and it made me feel sick. All I could think of was hoping that my parents would be able to escape safely. I didn’t want my wedding to be the most painful day of my life. But he seemed to have misunderstood my silence. "Don’t worry, as long as you cooperate, you’ll still be my wife. I'll make sure you're treated just like my mother. You'll always be the queen of the mafia king."

And then came the words his men had told him quietly just an hour ago: “She’s mute.” That was the final thread. His fingers clenched around the edge of the table. A dry laugh escaped his lips. “A mute girl... Really, Dad?” He whispered to himself, bitterly. The realization sunk deeper with every passing second. He had been forced into this marriage, not by fate, but by his father’s twisted decision. And now, he had been tied to a girl who couldn’t even speak. What kind of game was his father playing? Was this girl just a pawn? A way to control him? A puppet planted in his life to keep eyes on his every move?

"We'll send your diploma, records, and mission note to your father, so you don't have to worry about any of that." "Alright then, what exactly is my mission?" "This might come as a shock to you, Nicolette, but we need you to marry someone." "Marry someone? Shouldn't they at least buy me dinner first?" The principal laughed. "Unfortunately, there's no time for dating. His information is in this file" Nicolette picked up the file skimming through it, feeling each letter on the page and taking in the information. "You want me to marry a mafia king!? I mean, I hoped for a big mission, but this is an SSS-level mission! His security will be far stronger than a lousy politicians!"

Francisca said as she brushed my hair. "I will." I smiled as tears gathered in my eyes, I didn't want to cry today, not because it was a happy day but because my family will feel bad for letting me marry someone I don't know all in the name that he told them that he loves me and would like to marry me. Someone suddenly cleared their throat as we turned to see Alfonso standing behind us. "We need to leave now." "To where?" Daphne asked and immediately he shot her a glare.

“We are not aware who did it, but we are looking for the person.” “Hmm, find the person,” I ordered and walked towards her room. If there was one thing I'd noticed about my bride, it was how fear dominated her and her family preys on that. I wouldn't have cared if she wasn't my property now. I opened the door just in time to see Zach Moretti's wife shred the outfit of my bride. I looked at her as those tears fell from her eyes again, like a weak flower scared to bloom. “Someone needs to remind you that you would never be more than a slave,” the woman said and for some reason, those words riled me up.

"Are you going to make me marry you so the cartel is forced to work with you and not Fernando?" Asshole Heathcliff. I study her, try to get a feel for where her head is. Although I can guess. She's about to be told that yes, she will be forced to marry a man she hates. Or should hate. “Better than Fernando Mancini forcing you to marry him, isn't it?" "They'll still kill you if they can." “I have no doubt they'll try." She slips off the bed and comes toward me, then stops, folds her arms across her chest. “No."