Novel & Cerita Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance

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?”

Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement? I laughed out loud, the sound startling in the quiet room. A little weight lifted off my chest, even if it was only for a moment. K: Guys, relax. I’m okay. Shocked, confused, borderline dizzy, but okay. Malik: “Okay”? Kimani, you literally just married a man you met THIS MORNING. Zendaya: Bestie, no offense but… what if he’s a vampire? This has romance novel energy. Denise: No, vampire would be cute. This has more… mafia vibes. Like, “marry me or else.”

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

He smirked and said “If I wanted you dead darling, you wouldn’t have made it past the door.” How heartwarming. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Now that we've gotten the fake pleasantries out of the way, why am I here?” He slid a thin black folder across the table. "What is this?" "Just...... open it" I hesitantly reached for the folder, flipped it open and instantly regretted looking. It was a contract. A Marriage contract with my name on it. My eyes locked on the other name scrawled at the bottom. Luca Romano. The name practically made alarm bells go off in my head.

In this moment, they weren’t family but stone-cold killers, each sizing up their prey. “Camila.” It took me a minute to recognize Mia’s soft voice. When I turned to her, she motioned with her chin for me to come to her and flee from the impending fury. “No.” I moved between Dante and Papá. “Stop this. I’m an adult.” “Then act like it,” Papá said. “I am. I made my decision. Dante and I are married, legally wed. The ceremony was performed by Father Gallo.” I turned to Mama. “I’m married to the man I love.” I tilted my head. “Isn’t that what you want for me?”

“Something that'll benefit our family? Really? What part of showing my pictures to some mafia family that I want to have absolutely nothing to do with is going to benefit our family? And doing that without my permission? Come on Steff, it's obvious your little wife is trying to get under my skin and get a raise out of me.” “You’re a mafia girl, Tricia, and one day, you're going to get married to someone and it's going to be an arranged marriage, the sooner you familiarize yourself with the idea, the better it will be for you.” “No, you're wrong,” I met his blaring eyes, “when I'm getting married, it's going to be with the man I picked for myself, it's going to be with the man I love and not

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

“Congratulations, Alessia! I thought you didn’t want to get married so quickly. Who’s the lucky guy?” Sophia scoffed. “Haa, it’s an arranged marriage, Layla. And that too... to Leonardo Morano.” Layla fell silent for a while, unsure of what to say. “I’m sure he’s a good man... right?” “If the Leonardo Morano Alessia is marrying is the same as the one we both know—the Capo of Sicily’s biggest mafia—then no,” Sophia said with a snarky remark. Layla gasped. “Who are you talking to?”

The day she would become a De Luca as well, even if Marco didn't love her. Besides, in the mafia, you didn't need to love someone before getting married to them. Love can always come along the way, just like in the romance books she read. Enemies to lovers, Marriage first, love later, or was it second? Gaia was grinning from ear to ear as the double doors of the church were pulled open. If only she could see Mimi right now, she would gladly rub her success in the girl's face. Ahh, the joy in her heart.

Now, she was trapped in a game far more dangerous than she had anticipated. But she had no choice. There was no going back now. The ink was on the paper. She was married to the mafia don. Her voice trembled, but she spoke nonetheless. "I understand." Allerick’s eyes softened just slightly, as though he were surprised by her acceptance. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he leaned forward again, his gaze sharp. "We’ll see how long that understanding lasts, Leora," he said, his voice dark and full of unspoken promises. "The real game starts now."