Mafia Arranged Marriage Books Novels & Stories

have trust issue , will try to escape not to mention they will be scared from you and the list is long . In our world marriages are generally done between two Mafia families either fixed by our parents or we date each other quite shocking I know! Mine happened to be through dating, Liza ( his wife) and Lucy( his daughter) are the best thing happened to me in this life . I am orphan but my godfather Alejandro who trained me and his son Stephan to be the best in our work and to survive the hardship of this glamorous yet extremely dangerous life convinced liza's father for the marriage who was not happy with the fact that I was not born into a mafia family or a loyal family as they like to

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only here because I have something to say. First, never call me again. And don’t you dare ask about my father—you lost that right long ago.” Beatrice smiled, unfazed. “Are you done?” She slid a file across the table. Marianna glanced at it with disgust. “What the hell is this?” She opened it. “A marriage certificate?” she spat. “What the hell does this have to do with me?” Beatrice took her hands. “Congratulations, darling. You’re getting married.” Marianna burst into laughter. “You’ve lost your mind. You must be confusing me with Luna. Why the hell is my name on this?”

My gut twisted, and I swallowed the lump in my throat because there was a time. And they all knew the conditions of my marriage. I just knew it. The way his cousin looked at me. The way the men stayed utterly silent whenever I had to answer a question. In the Mafia, it was always going to be arranged marriages, but with mine, it was arranged and forced. I had no say. After the food, they all still talked until one person excused himself to make a call, and the Don’s cousin excused herself to tend to her three-year-old daughter, who was now whimpering for whatever reason.

"Sir..." He glanced toward Valentina. "A representative from the De Luca family is here." The room fell still. The lawyer entered without waiting to be invited. He offered a polite nod. "Don Vittorio." Then his gaze shifted to Valentina. "Miss Russo." He placed the leather briefcase on the desk. The clasps clicked open. Inside rested a thick cream-colored folder tied with a black ribbon. He lifted it carefully. "The marriage contract." Valentina did not move. "The Don requests your signature."

he explained. I wiped my tears and looked away from him, refusing to look at him. “The Chicago Outfit and the Bandoni familigia are having the same enemy. All along we were at peace because of truce made some years ago, and now we need to be allies and marriage has always been a way to reinforce an alliance.” “So you are the sacrificial lamb?” I snorted. “You can say that. The arrangement was an agreement between Aloisio and my father.” “Congratulations, then. She is a beautiful girl who doesn't come with a burden, unlike me. For someone who is being forced into this, you seem to like her just fine.”

My ever charming husband now seemed to be more of an asshole and a jerk… Our lovely seven years of marriage now looked like a big waist of time and resources, as I had resigned from my job just to be with him and I also didn't hesitant when he asked me to get involved with him in a hidden marriage and I had seen it to be a great way to finally get closer to him. In the seven years of my hidden marriage, I had conceived five children with each one of them stillborn. ____ "You killed Rory Mason's five children just to provide specimens for Brittney Maron’s medical experiments? Are you seriously okay? Those were your own flesh and blood!" Brian continued..

Now, she was trapped in a game far more dangerous than she had anticipated. But she had no choice. There was no going back now. The ink was on the paper. She was married to the mafia don. Her voice trembled, but she spoke nonetheless. "I understand." Allerick’s eyes softened just slightly, as though he were surprised by her acceptance. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he leaned forward again, his gaze sharp. "We’ll see how long that understanding lasts, Leora," he said, his voice dark and full of unspoken promises. "The real game starts now."

"Sophia believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Capo should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Tommy told Sophia they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to be taken literally

That was no fun. "Chiara believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Don should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Vincent told Chiara they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to b