Mafia Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

Anything. "I forgive you." She said and I sighed in relief. "You didn't choose it." I wiped her tears away with my fingers. She gripped my fingers and took my hands off her face. "But this is how things work in the Mafia." Her tears now tracing down her throat. This is how things work in the Mafia...?? My dad poisoned her earlier with his stupid Mafia rules about forming alliances and accepting arranged marriages. What's the point of being the boss, if I can't marry who I want?

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

My mum and I tried to do everything possible to make sure this marriage didn't happen but my father was bent on making it happen. After about a week I noticed that I really didn't have any other choice,so I decided to agree to the marriage, and my dad was so happy. But I had my own plans in my heart. Since Macey made my father want us to get married, then I will marry her, and make her regret her decision. I thought and sighed softly as I waited patiently to start with my plans. MACEY POV After Mr James made the decision of me and Carter getting married. Carter and his mother tried all they could to talk to him to change his mind, and they even went ahead to warn me.

Even during the time of my mentor, when we were unable to find much information about the Alveraz Italian Mafia Group, we were as good as it could get. Marridge, isn’t it a feeble attempt? Or is it the best one someone got under their side? It will keep my brother not only with me but also in front of their eyes. They can blackmail me, use me, or do anything, making sure that if it ever comes to legal formalities, my words will mean nothing and I could easily be thrown under a bus. Beyond the words that he wants revenge on the Russian mafia, what about after it? I rub the back of my neck and the sides, making sure there is no blood left. A hand suddenly comes around me; instinctively, I turn

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

Diane clenched her teeth. "It was not just any marriage. It was an arranged marriage, so that the Russell's will be able to secure a lifetime contract with the Vincentos". Tasha further said. "It's no wonder I was wondering how Russell's conglomerate was able to become business partners with the Vincentos and even had to make Olivia their official model!". Diane said, chuckling lightly, but in annoyance. "They used their youngest daughter to gain more wealth and popularity. Now I'm going to make sure such in flow of sudden luck seizes for their entire family. But to make that happen I'll have to get to their source of wealth for now?". Diane smirked.

I laughed harshly at her naivety. “My dear little mouse. I don’t give a fuck about your love, it is wouldn’t increase my account. And as for your submission, of course, you’re going to have no choice but to submit to my decisions, that’s if you don’t want to get crushed – but then you’d probably still get crushed anyway. You should have just let Justin kill you. Trust me, being married to me is much worse. In this contract marriage, there would be no love. I would never love you, in fact, I am going to break you, and then make you hate yourself.

Morozov had been calling up Roman’s phone as usual, Over the last two days, whenever Roman had talked to him, he’d dragged me into his lap and stroked my hair, which seemed to soothe him a bit. That close, I could hear Morozov yelling in Russian, sounding enraged. Roman would talk to him in a calm voice, trying to calm the present mafia head. “He is getting old but doesn't want to give up,” Roman said. I tucked my boots under me on the couch. “How did Haley meet her beloved?” “Her family and my family are friends so she's getting married to my mentor’s son.” “It was obviously an arranged marriage , in my part of the world it is very common, but being in affliction with my family boasted up t

Last time he called us all in, he told us he secretly got married just two days after meeting his wife. “As you know, we are making peace with the Italians,” he says. “They agreed to my terms, I agreed to theirs, and now we just need to organize a wedding to make it official.” He raises his eyebrows. “So, who wants to be the groom?” No one says anything. We don’t do arranged marriages in the Bratva. That’s something the Italians do, and no one wants to end up stuck with a woman who might cause problems. Everyone knows that’s what she would be yet I can't help but wonder who Adrian will choose. It won’t be me, because Adrian knows how fucked up in the head I am. It won’t be Nico either.

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?