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

he mocked, I paused, feeling defeated. “Anthonio, what are you going to gain from keeping me here against my will?” I asked."There are other mafia daughters who would jump at the chance to have you as a husband, so go for them and let me go, please!" I begged. “This isn’t about myself, this is about my fathers choice. And you my dear are perfect, you are fit to be my Queen, the other women are weak, and not fit to stand by me.” he explained. I took a deep breath, feeling more and more defeated.

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."

Not even me, if it means hurting you. The city lights outside flickered against the glass walls, but inside the room, time seemed to slow. The ruthless mafia king — MADVIPER — lay silently, holding his wife close, his heart beating slower and steadier than it had in years. And without realizing it, his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer as if he needed this moment more than air. . The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft golden streaks across the dark room. The city beyond was still wrapped in a sleepy haze, but inside the penthouse bedroom, silence reigned — broken only by the faint rhythm of breathing.

"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."

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.

In the distance, by the poolside, her uncle and aunt along with Ivanova were having a private discussion with Don Maxim Kiseleva and his robotic strict wife, Cadenza Kiseleva. Cadenza continued to inspect Ivanova like she was some merchandise pig about to be sold, which wasn't a complete lie. Ivanova didn't decide for herself whom she would marry and Nadia had thought her cousin wouldn't be happy with being sold off in an arranged alliance but she was wrong to assume such because Ivanova seemed so happy with the idea of marrying a mafia lord and gaining power.