Mafia Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

Our song played overhead, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand as we danced back and forth, slowly rocking, looking at each other and forgetting everyone else in the room existed. “It’s ironic. I said no, but I married you anyway.” His eyes didn’t narrow in anger. They stayed neutral, that dreamy look in his eyes. “It’s not ironic. It happened exactly the way it was supposed to happen.” His hand gripped the fabric of my dress, and he pulled us tighter together, our foreheads touching. The music continued to play, and we swayed together, everyone watching us while they drank champagne and dined. Maybe everyone thought we were in love. Maybe they knew it was just an arranged

Her mother didn’t look devastated for Maximof’s death, it didn’t even matter anyway as it was an arranged marriage to keep the peace between both families. For years the Morano’s and the Moretti’s have been at odds for the Bay Area and Cargo Wharf, a bloody war at that. It took a great deal of meddling from other Mafia families, stuck between having to pick allies to reach an impasse. Her marriage to Maximof was the result of that, a blood exchange as they called it. Still, she had grown to love him and now he was dead. The tears couldn’t hold in her duct any longer, she squeezed her mother’s hands as tight as she could for support, as it began to pour down.

he said, holding out his hand, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I took his arm, my fingers lightly brushing against his as we walked inside the chic restaurant. We were seated at a secluded table with a breathtaking view of the city below. This was our official first date since both our families decided that I was to marry him, an arrangement to bring together the two of the strongest mafia families in existence. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Nico’s face, making him look even more handsome. For a moment, I just stared at him, soaking in every detail.

My right arm tingles in awareness, the heat from his large form touching my body, even though there is no real contact. "Si." "I am aware of the circumstances you are both under right now, getting married to strangers, essentially," he says, making me squirm uncomfortably. "However, I would appreciate it if you were to—" he pauses, maybe deciding on his words. "—Act like you are in love, getting married out of love," Liam finishes for him. My eyes widen, and my future husband lets out a sound that was close to a laugh, but not quite. "Stai scherzando, cazzo," he spits, making me flinch. I start to fiddle with my hands nervously. (You're fucking kidding.)

He stood, walked over to Jonathan, who was still lying on the floor, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him slightly off the ground, his voice as calm as though nothing had happened. “Did you prepare the marriage licenses?” The lawyer nodded, still trembling, and stammered that he had. Luka turned fully toward him, his expression allowing no argument—neither now nor ever. “Marry us. Now.”

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

Very soon it will be a reality ,nobody gonna stop it . Stella has taken everything that ever mattered to me , my parents ,my happiness ,jeremy and even though she ain't here shes still taking things from me ! I had to deal with a mentally sick mother , i got to sell my body to foot my mom costly hospital bills, and i got involved with a mafia king . Yes the most dangerous the mafia lord in Russia . I played with fire and didn't just got burnt i got roasted into the flames . He was cool and considerate at first ,he was fond of me and gave me what i wanted .

The very response managed to surprise master Alejandro himself who frowned at the choice of her words. "Bride in making?" He repeated. His aura became questionable. Obviously, the marriage between the Fernandez's and Garcia's was fixed since Genelia wasn't even born. It was a strategic approach of both of the rival mafia throne holders to come up together and join hands with each other and form an unbreakable alliance with one another. The marriage was a sort of deal between both the mafia to form an agreement of peace. Hence up until now the pressure was all over the shoulders of the youngest Garcia brother, master Alejandro believed while growing up...

In the case that Inaya herself request parties (Tara and Don) to find her a husband, both parties cannot choose a groom with past criminal record, connection with mafias or business matters that involve illegality. The kind of marriage Tara described in contract had never occurred in the history of Frantinos, almost every marriage was arranged and had a hidden business agenda. Donavan realised Tara didn't want a marriage like herself for her daughter, she wanted Inaya to tangentially leave the mafia world as far as possible. It was part of the reason why Tara had kept her daughter away from Don, afraid that she would be the part of his cruel, merciless world and would become just one of the