Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novelas e Histórias

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

Then I cleared my throat to dispel my nervousness and said, "I'm curious. There are many beautiful women for you to choose from and I'm sure that your family will easily find the best woman for you. But why did you choose me?" "I have 3 reasons for it. First, I just follow my instincts," he replied quickly. I tilted my head slightly as a sign that I didn't understand. However, then he spoke again. "Second, nobody can be trusted in the mafia business. But on the other hand, I need someone who can be trusted to be my wife even though just in contract.” "..." "At least I'm sure you will never stab my back.” I laughed at his words and then said, "What makes you so trust me?"

The man I loved now held another woman's hand, and I stood only a few feet away, applauding like a fool and pretending I was happy for them. The priest began the ceremony. From where the guests sat, Nicholas and Bianca must have looked like a match made in heaven - two beautiful people from powerful families, perfectly suited to stand beside one another. Before the traditional vows came the promises expected of a mafia marriage: loyalty to the family, silence before outsiders, obedience to the laws of their world, and the joining of two houses against every enemy. Nicholas and Bianca agreed to each condition without hesitation. The words made the marriage sound less like love and more like a

“My mother took her mother away, so I gave her the truth in return. And then I had my PI look into her mother because I started thinking one day how fucking easy you lie about everything. Why would her mother be any different. I was right. You lied through your teeth. I want you to know that while you took away the chance for Molly to know the rest of her family, I gave them back to her. They’re good people. Farmers. One’s a doctor. One’s a social worker. A couple nurses. Teachers. Molly met them.” He’d been back to looking around, always trying for a way out, but at the last statement, he stopped everything. His gaze jerked up to mine. I stared down at him, drilling fucking holes into his s

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.

ACE HERNANDEZ I was not surprised when my parents arranged a marriage for me. It is highly common. My own parents were arranged to marry and they have been together ever since. In a loveless marriage till death do them part. What a shitty way to live. I was fucking angry about having to marry some girl. A fucking Italian girl to top it off. There is nothing wrong with Italian girls but she is in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents?

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

“You look like you're about to ask me something I won't like.” Valentina leaned against the doorway. “Do I?” “Yes.” “Then maybe you know me too well.” Luca smiled faintly. “What is it?” She walked inside. “Bianca.” His smile disappeared. That was enough. Valentina noticed. “You know about her.” “Everyone in the family knew about her.” “How serious was it?” Luca leaned back against the desk. “Serious enough that Alessandro planned to marry her.” “I know.” “You know?” Valentina nodded.