Mafia Arranged Marriage Books Novels & Stories

“With no security and no protection. She was taken briefly by loan collectors the day her husband was buried.” “She’s getting married,” Rafe added. I snapped my head up. “What?” “The engagement was arranged quickly to Luca Moretti.” I laughed bitterly. “The bastard collects wives like trophies.” “It’s a political move,” Rafe continued. “I think he was trying to secure an alliance with the Bratva, the loan collectors." I stared at her image again. She looked breakable. “Cancel it,” I said. Rafe looked at me unsure of what I meant. “How?”

I’m marrying the same man who a month ago was able to kidnap me, the same man who was ripping off another man’s fingers for no reason. His fierce gaze at that moment seemed to be beastly, now, as he looked over his shoulder, I met a dense forest full of secrets. I breathe in and out slowly remembering why I’m doing it. I sign the papers lifting the body then to meet with Yurich without looking away he signs the documents. I just signed a contract with the Mafioso. "I wish happiness to the couple." The old man closes the book as if he were hitting the hammer of fate. Organizing all the papers leaves the room leaving only us.

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

Even during the time of my mentor, when we were unable to find much information about the Alveraz Italian Mafia Group, we were as good as it could get. Marridge, isn’t it a feeble attempt? Or is it the best one someone got under their side? It will keep my brother not only with me but also in front of their eyes. They can blackmail me, use me, or do anything, making sure that if it ever comes to legal formalities, my words will mean nothing and I could easily be thrown under a bus. Beyond the words that he wants revenge on the Russian mafia, what about after it? I rub the back of my neck and the sides, making sure there is no blood left. A hand suddenly comes around me; instinctively, I turn

Nikolay asked frowning in confusion. “Haven’t you wondered how I was planning on going out when my Brooke family card was disabled?” I asked raising an eyebrow. It was traditional that when a girl got married in the mafia family world, everything that belonged to her from her family stayed there. She took her things from her husband and his family, and that included money. The only things she was allowed to keep were her personal belongings. That included clothes, jewels, and if she had her own private businesses.

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

he asked and they presented it to him and Xavier took it "I, Xavier De Luca Romano take thee Riley Amore De La Rosa Greene to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and I pledge thee my faith to you, "Xavier said placing the wedding band on my finger

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?

Especially in the state my mind was currently in. "I thought you said I did mean something to you, though?" Lena asked in a muted tone as she tried to control her emotions. "That came out wrong," I admitted. "I just meant that the marriage was arranged. It's not like I actually proposed to you. It wasn't an emotional choice it was logical. “This marriage is and was completely controlled by the politics of our countries. And it is our duty, all emotion aside, to make sure we follow through with the promises that our father's made. Love and duty don't always go hand in hand. Sometimes you have to choose."

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al