Romans & histoires Mafia Arranged Marriage

"I would like to meet my would-be daughter in law, Ethan." Once again Ethan nodded in agreement. Arranged Marriage was a casual concept in the mafia. It had shaped the future of many families in the past, sometimes positively and sometimes in a brutish manner. But Ethan would make sure that his daughter and Liam's marriage would only change the future of their families positively. Ethan called Mrs Dolan and asked her to send Aurora to his office. "But why do I need to change, Mrs Dolan?" Aurora asked her housekeeper with a whine. Her mood was already sour because Gabe was not talking to her for the last two days and just to stay alone she was living in her father's portion of the house.

"The arranged marriage was set up by our families. I never knew how to tell you..." "Please don't blame Damian. It's all my fault. If you're angry, take it out on me." I held back my fury and answered coldly, "I have no interest in hearing your excuses for being the other woman." The other end went quiet for a moment. After a brief silence, Damian's voice came through, low and gentle. "Mia, don't overthink this." "The arranged marriage was a business deal set up entirely by our parents. Serena had no choice either. Don't take it out on her, okay?"

There have been Mafia dealings and my understanding is that only when Bodega’s father came to be the Boss of the business, that he legitimized everything. Perhaps the Mafia blood runs in their family, maybe it is in their veins. Because agreeing for an arranged second marriage with Kenna isn’t something I anticipated he would agree to. Yet he did. Now I feel like a total shit because I actually think I would rather have Kenna want me than be forced to be with me.

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.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

But looked very confused. "I thought I lost you. They told me you didn't survive the fire. The news took a toll on me. I started drinking and doing drugs, I was ruining myself, the mafia was falling, and then Stefano stepped up, but the men were not taking him seriously, so he married Sierra to show everyone stability. " realization crossed her eyes and she nods. , " They say their marriage is one of convenience, but let me tell you a secret, their arranged marriages have turned into love marriages, but none of them had the balls to confess their feeling. " She chuckles along with me and I look at her with so lunch love.

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.

What background checks did he do that he couldn’t realize that this man he was marrying me off to was a murderer. He stood up from his seat and pulled down his jacket, his tall build was able to render my father and I as hobbits. “May I speak to her for a minute in private?” He requested. My head spinning, I silently prayed that my father would decline but who was I kidding, if he was able to marry me off to him then he would be able to leave me alone with him. I wanted to scream and beg him not to leave me but I couldn’t dare to say that out loud. He could be carrying a gun in pocket and might murder my father in cold blood.

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

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.