Novel & Cerita Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride

"Yes. The investiture should have happened long ago. You delayed it." I scoffed. "There's no way I'd rule the mafia with that slut as my wife. My hatred for her father would have driven me to kill her." "Well, everyone needs you now. You know the process. You know what must be done to attain that position." "Marriage." "Exactly." "Must my bride be Italian?" I asked. "That's the rule. It used to be a thing of value, uniting several clans. But it's not very necessary."

His heavy footsteps approached us, I'd rather have his father beat me than him. However, He did something I wasn't expecting, he grabbed his father's wrist roughly forcing his father to release his grip on me, His father's eyes widening at him. "She is going to be my wife if you ever lay a finger on her again, I won't hesitate to burn you alive." Nikola growled furiously at his father, Richard groaned in pain from Nikola crushing his wrist with his grip. " You think you're the face of this mafia, but you're wrong because your people will gladly turn their back on you to follow me.

I blinked back tears before nodding slowly. " I won't do anything stupid, the wedding will go as planned as long as you don't hurt Alexei " The monster grunted in response, although I didn't trust him, this was the only way I could ensure my little brother's safety. When my perfect sweet-natured elder sister disappeared three days before her wedding, the monster had no choice but to make me get married in her stead. The wedding would be an alliance of two mafia families, the Sidorovs and the De Lucas, if there was anything I hated the most, it was the mafia but for Alexei's sake, I would do anything, even if it meant getting married to the head of the Italian Mafia.

So no need to be jealous. 'I know. Still keep him one feet away from you and then help him as much as you want. Because this Mafia King's rights are reserved on you. You belong to me as much as my breaths belong to you.' He said in his most sexy dominating voice and then pulled her into a soft yet deep kiss. ************** ************** Working on next mature chapter. Bye !! ahmm ahmm Yours The Cloud

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

They kept me hidden, not wanting the other mafia dons to see me. And now, in the greatest irony of all, a mafia don was my husband. The driver opened the door, but before I could move, Nikolai grasped my hand in a warning. And I understood what he wanted from me. He helped me out of the car, and my skin burned wherever he touched me. A number of cameras flashed on our faces. Photographers, journalists, and onlookers were desperate to capture a glimpse of the ruthless Mafia King and his new bride, while Nikolai ignored them all. The flashes were too bright, making it hard to see.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

Facondo wrapped his arms around her from behind. “This is our empire,” he said. “Together.” Sandra leaned back against him. “Forever.” She had come as a forced bride. Now she stayed as a willing queen. Their love was dangerous. But it was real. And it was theirs. The mafia king and his secret bride had found their happy ending in each other’s arms.

His jet-black hair was slightly messy from sleep, a few strands falling across his forehead, but he still looked annoyingly composed and put-together. Aiden groaned and pulled the blanket over his face. “This is still weird.” Alexander raised an eyebrow, his deep blue eyes calm. “What is?” “The fact that I woke up in the same room as a mafia king I barely know.” Alexander stood up smoothly, buttoning his shirt with practiced efficiency. “You married me.” “I was forced,” Aiden replied from under the blanket, his voice muffled. Alexander ignored that comment, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Get dressed.”

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.