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

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.”

She snapped her eyes to his at his audacity, she couldn't understand how he had so much arrogance to think that she would actually obey him. "If you think just because you dragged me in front of your puppets and I would go through this bullshit ceremony then you're highly mistaken! I wouldn't be engaged to you!" Everyone present there held their breaths back when she fearless resisted him. It wasn't something usual that a girl was being forced to marry the mafia lord, a ruler of Russia, every girl present there badly wanted to be in her shoes, some envied his looks, some his power and many of them simply wanted the title of being mafia Lord's wife. He didn't need to force anyone yet here thi

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.

“Maybe not. But ever since your parents died on that plane, you became my responsibility. This marriage will happen tomorrow, whether you like it or not. I jerked my arm away from him, my voice trembling. “I’m… I’m not going to marry him.” His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and something colder. Fear of losing everything he had gambled on. “You will marry the young master,” he said, each word dropping like a stone. “The arrangements have been sealed. And after the stunt you pulled today…” He glanced sharply at the guards. “There will be no more mistakes.” He nodded to them. Two guards stepped forward, taking positions on either side of me.

My fingers found their way to his shoulders, gripping, clinging, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. And then—he sank to his knees. My breath hitched. Lorenzo. The Mafia King. The man who owned this city. The man people feared. The man who commanded power with nothing but a look. On his knees. Before me. I swallowed hard, my head spinning. This felt… strange. Wrong. But also intoxicating. His hands rested on my hips as his gaze lifted to mine, a smirk playing on his lips, like he knew exactly what was running through my mind.

Her breathing is uneven, she is weak and can’t fight back so she just lays on me. “This is not a choice Alicia” The first time I had called her name, it rolled off my tongue so easily and I could definitely get used to it. “This is a command, you are going to marry me” “Please” A tear drop falling on my neck, I could hardly hear her voice this time. “Or do you want your family, burnt to pieces in their own house, I can do that and I will still have you as mine. We can do this the easy way where you accept me or we can do this the hard way where I take away from you everything you ever held so dearly. Pick a side”

he said. "No, I'm serious. Is this a normal Tuesday for you? Kidnap a girl, dress her up, march her into your bedroom, and expect her to be flattered?" She let the disgust sit plainly on her face, not bothering to hide it. "You're not some tragic misunderstood king. You're just a man who's never been told no, throwing money at the problem until it stops being a problem." His jaw tightened. "Watch your mouth."

I debunked their accusations without even thinking twice. Wow! I am such a big fool for falling for Alina. I am the capo dei capi of the most dangerous and largest Italian-American mafia yet a single woman outsmarted me and managed to break down my walls of coldness. Alina broke it down and had me on my knees for her whilst at the same slowly making me fall inlove with her. I was such an idiot to fall for her tricks and schemes. She never loved me and she never will. She is her father's puppet, once a Fedorov is always a Fedorov.

Winter completed my question, "Participate? We are Mafia's Livia. Our m.o. is to do things outside the norms of society. We are organized, societal delinquents. Still, if you're asking if he human trafficks, then no. Crimson Clan is one of the few who don't. But since he is the Mafia King, he has to attend but doesn't participate during the auction segment." I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding and asked, "He's the Mafia king. Can't he like do something about it?" Scarlett chuckled. "It's a lot more complex than you think, but he created rules that, if broken, can be punishable by death. There is something only you can do to give him the ultimate power." "Me?" I asked, pointi