Romans & histoires Mafia Arranged Marriage

" 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."

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?”

I won't suffer alone when she was the one who convinced me to do this in the first place. "Oh my God, finally. Why the fuck didn't you answer your phone?" "Did you hear?" "Yes. Angelo told me. Is zio for real? He'll marry you off to that pervert?" "I will die before I marry him," I say but my voice is wobbly. I can't believe my father would marry me off to Romeo of all people. Forget the fact that he's old enough to be my grandfather. Aren't they enemies? If I was in his place, I would go to war instead of agreeing to those terms so easily. I'm not delusional. I know eventually, I was going to end up in an arranged marriage because that's how women in the Mafioso end up but I didn't think it

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.

Ezra replied, "After all, private wedding parties are becoming a trend these days. Especially after the covid-19 outbreak.” I just smiled clumsily in response to Ezra's words. Actually, that's not the reason — I said to myself. Actually, my wedding with Leo couldn't be said to be simple, in fact it was a luxurious party event. It's just that the Morgan family deliberately did not invite the media and only invited business partners and distant relatives. The guests who came were also not allowed to take pictures or publish any photos inside. This was to protect my privacy as the wife of a mafia boss, and also to protect my husband Leo's privacy. That's why our wedding looks secretive.

“My mother took her mother away, so I gave her the truth in return. And then I had my PI look into her mother because I started thinking one day how fucking easy you lie about everything. Why would her mother be any different. I was right. You lied through your teeth. I want you to know that while you took away the chance for Molly to know the rest of her family, I gave them back to her. They’re good people. Farmers. One’s a doctor. One’s a social worker. A couple nurses. Teachers. Molly met them.” He’d been back to looking around, always trying for a way out, but at the last statement, he stopped everything. His gaze jerked up to mine. I stared down at him, drilling fucking holes into his s

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

"Sylvie, my love, you don't have to be afraid of me. I don't usually go to such lengths." I looked into his earnest, almost wary eyes and gave a faint smile. "I thought your approach was pretty effective." After all, Felix would never have backed down on his own. And I was tired of the whole mess dragging on. That evening, Harold threw a lavish dinner, calling in elders from both the Bonanno and Dallamano families to iron out the details of the wedding. This wasn't just a joining of two people. It was a strategic alliance between two mafia families.

Ivory spoke up and I could sense the way her demeanor changed immediately. She didn't like Jeremy, I know. But when it comes to the mafia world, whether we like each other or not, arranged marriage must go on. It is a must. A compulsory tradition. “No, Mom. Can we not talk about him? Let's just have a happy dinner. My mood is already ruined.” She muttered, rolling her eyes secretly at me, but I pretended like her innocent eyes didn't just make my dick twitch for the fifth time today.

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.