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He tells me, his voice soft. “I know but it is what it is. Mafia Princesses do not marry for love, Pappa you know that. It is the life you chose many years ago.” I don’t mean to lay blame, that’s not what I am trying to do, yet it has caused a sadness in his eyes.

he said finally. I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I flipped open the dossier in front of me and pretended to read the figures I’d already memorized. I understood perfectly. This merger was worth billions. A partnership that would solidify my family’s reach across three countries. But it wasn’t the numbers that made them nervous. It was me. More specifically, my reputation. And the headlines that still hadn’t stopped printing my name. MAFIA HEIR’S SECRET AFFAIR EXPOSED.

Their marriage was our salvation but the little bambina has fled! After Lorenzo found out that I murdered his son for sleeping with my wife, he gave me two options. The first, my death and everything I own will go to him. It was everything even the winery. How could I let that happen when it has been in my family for generations? The second, which he knew I would choose to preserve my life, to join the Mafia. I joined the Mafia. I'm not proud of it. I haven't been at peace since. But as a test of loyalty, something I never saw coming, was thrown my way. A marriage. He wanted a marriage to seal my place in the Mafia. It's not just me but my family name as well. He wanted to give me a reason t

"Ryan, do you think I'm stupid? You slept with almost every girl in this damn NY city while you were engaged with me. I didn't say a word. Do you know why? Because, I thought I shouldn't tie you in a relation when you were just 18 years old. I gave you your freedom. So, you could enjoy your days before we officially engage." "But that doesn't mean that didn't hurt. Our relatives knew what you were doing. They asked me in different ways that if you were not satisfied with me, if we were still engaged. Mom would say it is just the age. Then you stopped sleeping around. But just because you stopped, the fact can't be ignored that you were disloyal. Yes, our marriage was completely arranged, the

I barely slept that night, haunted by fragments of the past. Marco and I were in an arranged marriage. The Moretti Famiglia and the DeLuca Famiglia—one controlled the ports of Bellevue and the other ruled the casinos of Aethelgard. Thus, the alliance of these two Famiglias represented a reorganization of the entire eastern side of Arinthia's criminal underworld.

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”

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She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

“I told you I’ll marry you. I meant it. But Liliane’s been sick all her life—barely made it through college. Her dream was to have a campus wedding. You really have to fight with this?” Once upon a time, when he talked about our arranged marriage, there had been smile in his eyes. “Eva,” he used to say, “we were born tied together. This bond—between Corleone and Valentino—isn’t just business. It’s fate. God’s will.” And I’d believed him. Every word. Believed that what tied us was destiny, not family benefits. So, when Liliane started showing up more and more often, I believed his excuses—every single one of them.