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

I raised an eyebrow, ready for him to spill the beans. "The former mafia chief advisor is interested in putting you through your paces. To be the Mafia King in ten years, they want someone who is dedicated and has a stable life. In order to prove that their Mafia King is serious about his duties, they urge you to tie the knot already.” Jeric said. I laughed at what he said and replied, “Who changed the rules?” "No changes were made to the rules, Santiago. All of the Mafia Kings who have died have a wife by their side."

Alexander knew that he had done the right thing and that sometimes, even as a mafia kingpin, you had to put your pride aside and accept help from those around you, Anita had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever. She had dreamed of the perfect wedding, and had spent months planning every little detail. She had never been happier than when she had walked down the aisle towards Alfredo, her heart bursting with love and excitement. But then everything had gone wrong. As they were leaving the church, a group of men had surrounded them, guns drawn. Anita had screamed, terrified, as they pulled her away from Alfredo and bundled her into a waiting car. She had been blindfolded and dr

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

Only Lauren, Blaze and I had the key to this place. After talking about everything that happened in the last weeks of my life I decided to tell her about what my father had decided. "You know when you'd tell me that you wanted me to marry early?" I said to her. "I guess your wish finally came true. I'm getting married," I said with a fake enthusiasm. "Sadly, I'm marrying a stranger. I always believed you were going to wake up before my wedding day," I mumbled. My heart began to sink everything in. the pain began to spread through my body. My brain began to digest everything slowly. I was getting married off because my father wanted to save his mafia.

Ryan questioned me. "Ryan we cannot let anyone have a doubt that we are related to the mafia world, You know that I am the king hereafter my dad dying and my grandfather is like my teacher, He keeps teaching me new things just like how he taught my dad. He always tells me one thing, never let your enemies know who you are." "Okay so you are keeping this job so that no one has a doubt on you???." "Yes, exactly Ryan, I cannot let anyone doubt that it will be bad for my business."

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

I slowly sat down on the couch for support. What did my father get me into? I could not even scream at him or be angry, in my mind I am still processing the conversation that just happened. I just turned twenty-one, and never in my life did I imagine getting married this early. "Oh, Dad." I sobbed softly. "I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King."

She looks frustrated and she closes her eyes for a moment. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but…I think your lover, Lucas, is going to report to him this morning. And as you know, when the Don brands someone, they become his dog." My skin turns cold. "So please…just shower and put on one of those dresses so I don’t get in trouble this morning." I nod frantically. Not because I’m truly listening—but because I am on the tip of sorrow and worse keeps happening to me. Was being a bride my crime? I step out of the bathroom in a robe and the girl is waiting. She has already laid out my clothes.

Just nods and leaves as silently as she came. Trisha leans forward, grinning. “Okay, so I need all the deets.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I say, keeping my voice light. “It was an alliance. Arranged. No meet-cute.” “You’re no fun,” she groans. “So this is what dirty money gets you?” She gestures at the room, joking. I glance at Dante’s men. Their faces are stone. Trisha doesn’t notice. “Honestly, where do I sign up for the mafia? This dirty money business is starting to sound interesting.”

A terrible, aching silence. Isadora took another step forward. “I’m sorry.” Serena trembled. “Do you even know who I became?” Her mother nodded. “The bride of the Mafia King. I saw the wedding leak. That’s why I sent the photo. I knew the world would reach you before I could.” “You think a photo makes up for twenty years?” “No,” Isadora said softly. “But I hoped it might open the door.” Serena laughed, she sounded broken by what she just heard.