Mafia Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

"Am I really getting married to some stranger? Is that actually happening?" "Lower your voice right now." my mother commanded. "You're making a scene and embarrassing yourself and this family. Yes, your father has arranged a very advantageous marriage alliance for you with the Romano mafia family. You should be honored that such a powerful family wants to unite with ours." "Honored?" I repeated in disbelief. "You think I should be honored that I'm being sold off like property? What about what I want? What about my choice in who I spend the rest of my life with?"

He was a fuckboy who didn’t know what it meant to have a woman mess with your mind. He would find a woman who made him feel what Serena made me feel, and then he would understand that doing things to protect your woman was normal. I didn’t want him in New York. He would scare Serena and make her feel like shit. He only kept reminding me that I was getting married to the Irish princess. Contracts had been signed and alliances forged. It was normal for arranged marriage to happen in the mafia. We had been raised to do nothing but enrich the mafia and only do things to expand territories and influence. None of my brothers was married.

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.

So she didn't. "I met up with my father. It's not enough his name and influence are preventing me from getting an honest job—he keeps trying to get me to marry some jerk." Mr. Fabio listened intently and frowned. "Maybe you should get married." Elena snorted. "If you want to, I mean," Mr. Fabio insisted. "Arranged marriages in the mafia don't deal with divorcees. Their ideal mafia woman needs to be pure, after all." Only Mr. Fabio could bring up the mafia traditions without sounding scared stiff or like he was threatening someone. Just another reason Elena admired the old man.

The man I loved now held another woman's hand, and I stood only a few feet away, applauding like a fool and pretending I was happy for them. The priest began the ceremony. From where the guests sat, Nicholas and Bianca must have looked like a match made in heaven - two beautiful people from powerful families, perfectly suited to stand beside one another. Before the traditional vows came the promises expected of a mafia marriage: loyalty to the family, silence before outsiders, obedience to the laws of their world, and the joining of two houses against every enemy. Nicholas and Bianca agreed to each condition without hesitation. The words made the marriage sound less like love and more like a

“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?”

"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

He said and I looked at him surprised. Mum and Dad's marriage was arranged. Her dad was just telling her now. "Kim, even if you don't get married to Alfred, you will either get wedded to the son of Jeguk industries or rather you will get married to one of the twins of Marshall group of companies," He explained and pecked my hair as tears fell from my eyes. "But Dad, I don't love him," I sobbed my voice choked with tears and my Dad embraced me. I sobbed harder on his shoulder. Why are bad things happening now?! First I broke up with Andrew now this arranged marriage stuff.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

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.