Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Their gazes meet and a look of pure hostility passes through them. Elle turns towards a redheaded woman in her late thirties. “She’s here, Roxie,” Elle says in a sweet voice. Roxanna looks up and scowls at Scarlett who’s standing near the bar. “Why did you tell me to invite her?” Roxanna whines. “She’s a crook! We can’t have her around. And her scumbag husband is in the mafia! We can’t have her in our circle!” “We should forgive and forget,” Elle says.

she kept saying. "Chin…” Liam looked at the news, he realized something. “Chin, don't tell me your husband is a mafia boss?" he asked. Selene wiped her tears and looked at Liam, depressed in her eyes. "Y-You're right, Liam. He is the one I married with ... Lyon Drake Armstrong," he replied. Liam was disappointed because he had not expected his best friend to marry a demon powerful man. He almost lost his appetite sitting next to Selene.

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

Across the table, Bianca suddenly pushed her plate away quickly. Too quickly. Alessio noticed immediately. “So,” my mother chirped brightly, “have you two discussed honeymoon destinations yet?” Bianca nearly choked on her water. “I—what?” “The honeymoon,” my mother repeated impatiently. “Surely you’ve thought about it.” Bianca looked horrified. Meanwhile, Alessio looked almost entertained. “Not yet,” he answered smoothly. My mother sighed dramatically. “Young people today have no romance.” Romance. Right. Because arranged mafia marriages were obviously peak romance.

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

She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."

"Am I really getting married to some stranger? Is that actually happening?" "Lower your voice right now." my mother commanded. "You're making a scene and embarrassing yourself and this family. Yes, your father has arranged a very advantageous marriage alliance for you with the Romano mafia family. You should be honored that such a powerful family wants to unite with ours." "Honored?" I repeated in disbelief. "You think I should be honored that I'm being sold off like property? What about what I want? What about my choice in who I spend the rest of my life with?"

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—

lucky me. They ended up deciding on making a natural makeup and about an hour later they were done. My mom walked in with the four blondes who had an annoyed look on and they were glaring at me. Well actually found out that Bridget wanted Xavier to marry Brittany but Alberto's dad and my grandpa arranged a marriage for us. "Are you guys done with the makeup?"Mom asked and they nodded. "Then let's get you in your dress," she said and Elena and Alexa squealed like seriously?