Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She pleaded in a meek voice. "Hehehe, I wonder where the so called mafia king got to marry such a weak woman. Here's what I want from you, you're going to follow me quietly and in order to rescue you, your husband is going to have to give up his title as Mafia king. Easy peasy, now walk!" The man demanded sternly. Claire's eyes narrowed subtly but the man barely caught that action. She jolted with her hands raised in surrender and began to move according to where the man pointed, but he never expected her next move.

he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, intimate, edged with the weight of all he is. “I don’t want you to be a mafia king,” I admit quietly, my voice trembling, my eyes dropping to avoid his heated gaze. For a moment, he freezes. His hands still on my belly, gripping gently but firmly, as if holding onto something precious. He tilts my chin up with deliberate care, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You married a mafia king,” he says softly, so low it vibrates through my chest. “You carry a mafia king’s child.” His forehead presses against mine, his breath mingling with mine, scorching yet tender.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

"Also, I should mention that there'll be no leaving early. We'll be the last to leave. What happened that day won't be repeated." I know what he's talking about. The day we left Giotto’s party, and he returned late at night complaining about how I got him into trouble. I was there for a purpose, and Enzo disobeyed Giotto I presume. I feel gratitude. In a way, he spared me the humiliation. Today, though, I can't avoid this. I shower and put on the dress and the heels I wore the last time. I don't do a thing to my hair. Let it look wild and unkempt. Let them all know I'm being forced to marry his capo. I'm not going to dress up for this.

I erupted in another fit of giggles, at this point, I could slowly feel my sanity slipping away. “I don’t need them to accept me, I will force them into submission. It would be so sad that you won't be able to see me ascend the throne, but your spirit would see it. I will make myself king because that is exactly what I am. Do you know another interesting thing? I did some research and was delighted to hear that our Mafia joined the Demon mafia, they were given options, most of them left the Mafia but a significant amount of number them chose to join the Mafia. So you see that many reasons point to me being the Don of this mafia? The coincidence is too much to be called an accident, this is f

“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

Cars lined the drive, guards positioned at every entrance, the sound of music and conversation drifting out through the open windows. The party was in full swing. Matteo helped me out of the car, his hand steady on my elbow as we climbed the steps to the entrance. I could feel my pulse quickening with each step, the reality of what was about to happen settling over me like a weight. I was about to be presented to the entire mafia elite as Matteo Romano's future wife. There would be no going back after tonight. Inside, the mansion had been transformed. The main ballroom was filled with people—men in expensive suits, women in designer gowns, everyone radiating wealth and power.

A deep kind of need that I know can never get quenched. Because in this mafia world where men chase guns, blood, and dirty money like oxygen, a woman’s satisfaction doesn’t even make the list. Men are to be worshipped. Women are just expected to submit. And over time, we learned to accept it. For the hundredth time, regret sinks its claws into my chest. If only my parents had let me marry my college sweetheart; Bradley, instead of trading me off like a business deal, I wouldn’t be trapped in this prison called marriage. But Alessandro had set eyes on me, declared he wanted me, and made an irresistible offer to my parents. The offer aside, he is the mafia king, and denying him his wants would

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

You are ashamed of me and you want to hand me over to a man I detest,’’ i said, trying to wriggle out of her embrace. ‘’You won't be married till you are eighteen, Bree. You still have some months to get to know him,’’ she said. ‘’I won’t..’’ She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head until our eyes met. Her eyes were determined and it terrified me. ‘’Get a grip, Bree. You know this is the mafia. You said it yourself that the mafia only takes away. You understand how things work. You’ll do it for the interest of the family.’’