Mafia Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

And, when he stood up abruptly like that with such a cold expression on his face, Sierra was quite intimidated. He was usually cheerful and full of jokes. He flirted all day around and Sierra had never seen him serious. Sometimes, she even wondered if he was truly the son of a don. His mannerisms didn't seem like it. Zeke's tall figure towered over her as he replied, "Sierra stop being so difficult. Our parents arranged this and not me. Trust me, I don't think you are anything special. But, I promised my dad to get married." "And, that's why I'm here. So stop acting like an immature brat and face reality."

I was an expandable piece of property, a financial shield to block the oncoming bullet of bankruptcy. "Enough of this nonsense," my father snapped, pulling a heavy set of keys from his pocket. "The marriage registration is scheduled for tomorrow at the courthouse. The David ’s family has already agreed to wire the first round of bailout funds the moment the papers are signed. I am not letting you ruin this for us." Before I could realize what he was doing, he grabbed my upper arm in a vice-like grip. "Let go of me!" I shrieked, twisting and pulling against his hold. "Let me go! I’m not doing it!"

" he changed the conversation. "Aha, speaking of that, I'm sure you'll like what I'm about to tell you." "Go on, tell me!" Caspar was confused and immediately approached Mario. "Lyon and his wife had a forced marriage because of Selene's parents being murdered in the past and the agreement that Lyon would avenge them." Mario was taken aback. "What?" "Ahuh... they are not a real married couple." "What do you mean, not real?" "Their marriage was a forgery, which Lyon kept hidden until now because he fell in love with his wife."

On the other someone as sweet as she is should be blissfully unaware of the things that go on in the dark. Shit. I had no idea Carlo Toro has a daughter. And there goes me enjoying her like the zefir she reminds of, sweet, delicate, and soft. I cannot touch the daughter of my ally without severe repercussion. He would demand marriage and I would pay for it with everything he could get his greedy hands on. An odd relief comes over me to hear her speak of no man in the Outfit asking for her. Usually marriage contracts in the mafia were set at sixteen then fulfilled as soon as the girl became eighteen or finished high school. The women went straight from their father’s home to their husband’s.

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

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

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

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?”

“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?”

"Why would I give him the satisfaction? But feel free to run back to him. I won't stop you." "I wasn't supposed to stay. It was a temporary fix until Camila came back from whatever hole she was in. I only did it because the family would have been slaughtered if the deal fell through." "The deal is dead anyway. Your grandfather is selling the docks to Chicago behind my back." His eyes went wide. "What?" "He’s tanking the merger. So tell me, where is the real bride? Where is my actual wife?" "I don't know. She was in a clinic... she showed up at the gala last week demanding hush money."