Mafia Arranged Marriage Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Power & Temptation Mafia Series Book 2 "IVANOV" Russian Mafia Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel)

I know he means well, but I am not interested in any arranged marriage to some mafia princess who maxes out my credit cards on breast implants and designer clothing. “No offense, old man, but things are different now. Arranged marriages are a thing of the past.” He almost jumped out of his seat and his eyes glared at me. “ Not in the mafia they’re not! You have until Christmas to find a wife or one will be arranged.” Christmas? But it’s already September. “Christmas? That’s three months!Where will I find a wife in that time?”

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."

He took me to the bed, I hugged him since I felt he needed the comfort, tracing my hands over his tattoos, especially the snake tattoo at the side of his waist. "In the Mafia, arranged marriages are common. Whether it's to join alliances, for power, money or calling a truce. My mother was made to marry to marry my father to call a truce, it was the only way to settle things. However, my father barely agreed to it. He married her and treated her like she never even existed because he was in love with Anastasia, birthing me was a mistake because apparently he made love to my mother when drunk. The reason? He and Anastasia had a fight." He took a deep breath. I nestled closer burying my head at

"You knew Leo was my son! Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just watch me being manipulated by that woman?" A trace of resignation flashed through Lorenzo's eyes as he looked at his son, who was drowning in pain and despair. He replied coldly, "I never expected my son to be so stupid. Why should I be responsible for your stupidity?" "Stupid? You were the one who told me to marry Aurelia! You arranged everything! Since I was eighteen, you've been telling me to marry her, to form an alliance with the Astor family!" Henson's voice trembled.

He just watched me walk toward him with an expression I could not read, which was already irritating. The priest began. He spoke about unity and partnership and the sacred bond between mates, and I stood there and let the words wash past me like water. None of it landed. None of it was real. This was a transaction dressed up in silk and ceremony, and I was the currency being exchanged. "Do you, Cecilia, Alpha Queen of the Greenville Pack, take this man as your mate and husband?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to tear this dress off and walk straight out of this room and let the consequences fall where they would. I felt the words sitting in my throat, ready.

“I’m not exactly a romantic, so I don’t think arranged marriages are so bad. Most marriages end in divorce because people choose wrong. They have no idea what to look for in a partner, what kind of relationship will last for fifty years. They think with their emotions rather than logic, so they marry for all the wrong reasons. By finding a suitable partner that checks off all the boxes, you eliminate all of that.” I swirled my glass of wine again and took a drink. “I don’t have a problem with arranged marriages. I don’t have a problem with regular marriages either. I just wish I had the option to never marry. Marriage seems to be a prerequisite in order for me to have any hold on our hotels…

“You don’t have time. He’s acting as we speak. Your lavish spendings are also putting a financial strain on our accounts. With the mines being sold off, we will not have any money left! Even the other families are turning away from us. We must target the gold mines up south-” “We’re the Hawkins!” Hector snarls. “The Hawkins family owns all the mafia families out there! Their businesses are tied with ours. They won’t desert us. And as for the wedding…it’ll go as planned. I will not reduce the expenses for it. Elle and I have been waiting for this day!” Jeremy’s lips thin at the mention of Elle. He dares not say anything in front of Hector but Jim knows that Jeremy loathes Elle. There’s someth

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

Vivian Hawthorne and Luka Devereaux were best friends once — before their families' fifteen-year blood feud turned them into strangers who happened to hate each other. She left for London to escape the mafia world her family built. He vanished into Russia to escape the ghosts his family left behind. Neither planned on ever seeing the other again. Then the one man who kept their families from destroying each other dies — and leaves behind a will that changes everything. Marry within three days. Stay married for a year. Or watch everything he built fall into the hands of a cartel that will bury them all. Vivian has three days to save two empires by giving her life to the one man sh