Mafia Arranged Marriage の小説・ストーリー

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

Waiting for Darryl to leave, Anne let out a breath, her tense body finally relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Didn't expect Darryl Rider to want to marry our daughter." Mr. Joshua ruffled his hair and muttered. "It's actually possible, as long as he's willing to help our family." "Noway." "Cannot." Anne and Regina exclaimed at the same time. If Mr. Joshua could understand that Regina was against marrying Darryl because she was afraid, he was baffled by his wife's overreaction. "Isn't this a good thing for Regina? Even though she's a bit disadvantaged to be the wife of a notorious mafia boss." Mr. Joshua told Mrs. Anne.

“Why are you not giving up on me? There are far better men beside me. You were arranged to marry a man. Why don’t you marry him.” She attempted to gag. “I would rather die than marry that old man. You know what the rumors around him are?” “I’m not interested to know.” “You should because it concerns my security. They said that he was into drugs. He is a member of a mafia organization. You know what a mafia is, right?” I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to marry him.” She stood and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to marry someone like him! I don’t want to marry a criminal.”

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.

I said quietly. Angelo studied me, his gaze unblinking. “Then prove it.” “How?” “Introduce her to us.” My jaw tightened. “We want to see this marriage. The investors want to see it. The world wants to see it. Host a dinner. A formal introduction. If she is truly the woman you claim, she will silence the rumors.” A muscle ticked in my cheek. “And if I refuse?” “Then we postpone the merger until you can provide assurances,” Stefano said carefully.

But I will never make any future daughters suffer the way they made women suffer back when men ruled the Mafia word with their dicks. My boys will not be forced to marry anyone out of mafia arrangement if they don't want to. The arrangement made between my dad and Mr. Lopez, worked out only because we meet outside of the mafia word and they didn't even know who I was, shit I didn't even know who I was.

The only solution was an arranged marriage with Zane Mendoza, the man who now owned their debts —and, apparently, me. I hadn’t known until then just how far Zane’s reach extended. That the man I had married as a reckless nineteen-year-old wasn’t just a playboy but the heir to a secret mafia dynasty. Now, he was the mafia don himself, a man whose power and influence were as terrifying as they were undeniable. And I had walked right into his trap for the second time. I had tried to argue with my parents, to disagree with them and make them see reasons why this marriage could not hold. But they were adamant and wouldn’t listen to me.

make her jealous. Luca's gaze flicked to the rearview mirror. "What?" "Make her jealous," Fredo repeated. "If she still has feelings for you, it will bring her to you. If not…" Luca leaned back, the idea taking root. "And how do you suggest I do that?" "There's a mafia daughter, her name is Hikky. Arrange a fake marriage. It would look like a peace treaty, but really… it's bait." Luca's lips curved, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "A fake marriage to provoke Alessia…"

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

“Then you should. I only had the displeasure of meeting him a few times. I doubt more interaction would have changed my mind. The rat was a prick.” I nodded. “You’re right. Can you see now why I don’t want to be married again?” “Yet, your brother—” “My brother and your father want to build on the alliance. You didn’t want to marry me. You were at the wedding with Jasmine.” “Had I known killing your husband was an option, I would have done that in order to take you to the wedding.” I couldn’t come up with a response. Aléjandro reached for my hand. “Mia, I’m not Moretti. The capo will marry you to someone. I want that someone to be me.”