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

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.

“I’ve never been on the receiving end of such an act. Why would you care about me?” “Because you’re going to be my wife.” His words cut through her rambling, snapping her back to reality. “Once we take our vows, I want you to understand the gravity of stepping into the role of my queen. Your mind and soul should belong to the Mafia,” he said firmly. “But no one would agree to it!” “That’s my call! You needn’t concern yourself with it,” he said firmly as he rose to his feet. “I don’t trust you.” Words involuntarily escaped her lips, and she immediately slapped her hand over her mouth.

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

I followed when he called me, though every step knotted my stomach. In the living room, His mother and brother waited. I stayed back in the corner, clutching the tray like a shield. “Brayden,” his mother said smoothly, “You’ve ignored our calls long enough.” “I’ve been busy,” he replied flatly, pouring himself whiskey. His brother leaned forward. “Busy playing house with your… pet?” His eyes flicked toward me. I froze. Brayden didn’t blink. “Say what you came to say.” His mother’s patience snapped. “You will marry Alessia. The mafia expects it. The deal was made before your father died. You owe them.”

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.

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.’’

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”