Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, if they kept her with them, they would lose her too. "I said already, I would never marry you, Evano Leonardo! I won't go anywhere with you! You are just like a blood-sucking monster; why would I marry a monster like you?" Lilian said that came to her mind. She won't leave, no matter what happens. Her golden eyes started to glow with resolve, but she never expected what would happen if she refused a mafia king. "Dad, Mom, you don't need to be afraid... We can always seek assistance from the authorities... So…" Lilian had to stop before she could finish her words. She felt something cold touching the back of her head.

Jayden's voice had become hoarse this time and he also pointed his index finger at her as Ivy only stared in fear. One of the Mafia rules was that, they don't fall in love as it weakens their mind. However, if they decide to get married with the purpose of procreation, the bride is picked by the Mafia elders after they must have conducted a meeting. The bride in question, must be someone who hasn't been seen by the groom and neither has the bride met the groom. Jayden's father was desperate for a grandchild, he needed to see his grandchildren before dying as he had an illness which could take his life anytime. It was so unfortunate that his efforts were in vain, now Jayden is the one suffer

Mike and Simon were given all the responsibilities regarding the ceremony by the Elder Queen. Alexander is going to be the first Lord Mafia, and Branson is going to announce that in the ceremony. The ceremony was organized to be held outside, according to tradition. The King's wedding ceremony is to be held outside, under a full moon, with the blessings of Moon, the holy god of the Branson family.

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

But today, I would. This marriage was not built on love. It was built on power, on the merging of two massive mafia families. Daniil, the powerful king of the Russian underworld, was about to become my husband. My father had orchestrated the entire thing to protect our family. Our organization, though large, was nothing compared to Daniil’s. My father’s hope was that this marriage would secure an alliance, the one that would allow him to overthrow Daniil eventually. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that, in the end, I was just a pawn in my father’s plan. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the veil that covered my face. My wedding dress was white, the lace intricate, the satin

But I somehow manage to stop myself. "Let go of me." She says breathlessly, as she struggles to free her wrist but stills the moment I take another step and press her flush against my chest while lowering my lips to whisper near her ear. "I have worked for years to become the biggest mafia king in the entirety of the world, and I will not have you ruining that for me just because you were foolish enough to fall for me and that isn't working out so well for you any longer. Finally I am getting closer to breaking your father's empire bit by bit and even your brother with his tech genius can barely manage to scratch me, let alone wound me." She shivers when I press a kiss to the side of her nec

Tate asked, noticing where I was looking. “That they couldn’t make her look more innocent if they tried,” I said, moving closer. “I prefer the blood stains.” “It was her wedding. They made her look pure. You know how it is. Girls like her stay protected until marriage. They lose their innocence that night. Cavallaro and her fiancé will do anything to keep her untouched. Danilo is Underboss. Her dad’s Underboss. Dante Cavallaro is her uncle. They’ll give us anything if you ask. We can be rid of her now if you ask for my father.”

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.

“You can’t do anything about him, and yet you expect me to? Does that even make sense? I’m practically a prisoner!” “It’s either you help us, or you remain in his clutches for the rest of your life,” Gianna retorted angrily. She leaned closer, her tone sharp. “Luca is obsessed with you. He will never let you go. Do you know that soon after he met you, he called off his betrothal to the Bianchi family? You may never see your parents again, because he plans to marry you. So don’t even think of leaving Italy unless he allows it.” Her words fell with finality.

Ayla, who had fallen on her face, now took care of herself, got up, sat up properly and turned her eyes towards this tyrant. “What are you trying to do, whatever you said, I accepted it, now what else do you want from me?” She strengthened her tone. “No, no, my dear, these cries are a little. These tears are a sign of cowardice, my dear. Don't look at them again. From now on, you are the wife of Mafia Man, a beast who hates tears. I don't want to force you to do that. I don't like it at all. The purpose of bringing you here is something else. I want you to be forced to kneel before me.”