Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

Hi guys. While we wait for our next chapter you can check out ‘Forced Mafia Brides’ by Tema G.M (me). It has the same concept when it comes to the arranged marriage but it’s more darker. The male character lead is very rough around the edges. The female lead is willing to fight this unwanted marriage as best as she could, very vocal, and strong willed. The book is spicy. Unconventional sexual content. Please read the trigger warnings. Love you all.

Marcello made his way to a table at the other side of the room. “Hi Angelo,” he greeted, to the man who sat down in the middle of the table. “Ciao, Marcello,” Angelo replied. “Sei arrivato qui bene? Did you get here okay?” “Yes,” he replied. Angelo’s eyes darted towards me. “And this is?” “My fiancé,” Marcello replied. Angelo nodded, and we proceeded to sit down. “So then, let’s talk about business,” said Angelo. “The Sicilian Mafia are attempting to take over our territory. We need to send out a warning hit to their connect to warn them not to fuck with us.”

Five months, it has been that long since I was wed off in this arranged marriage to Lewis, Lewis is my husband more like a stranger. I’m just another body that walks these halls, I knock on the door to his study, letting myself in, holding a piece of toasted banana bread on a plate with a mug of black coffee mixed with two sugars. “Here” I say putting down the coffee and banana bread, he doesn’t even look up to acknowledge me, instead he picks up his mug taking a sip of his coffee. I shook my head walking out of his office, closing the door behind me feeling neglected, we sleep in the same room but he keeps a distance between us. I walked over to the kitchen leaning against the counter as I

Paris lowered her head recollecting everyone who used to bully her at a younger age because she was the only one with bright red hair and a face filled with freckles. "You've found out why you've thought of yourself ugly now right?" Archer inquired Paris seeing the sad expression on her face Paris slowly nodded. "I will marry you," Paris heard Archer. Her eyes went to him quickly. "However, I will tell you the true reason why I'm marrying you since you were truthful to me, and I want you to know the type of arranged marriage you're in for.” Paris nodded curiously to know what he was about to tell her. "I don't believe in love not after what my mom did to my dad," Archer told Paris.

Nadia asked "Because I have something important for us to talk about" Leonardo uttered "Something important? What is that?" Nadia asked and Leonardo wondered how to begin "Our union is an arranged one, right from when we got engaged as teenagers, no one ever asked for our opinions, the decisions were made by our fathers and we had no choice but to obey, now we are being forced to get married too when there's no love between us, I do not want to put you in a situation where you'll be tied down in a loveless marriage Nadia, I would've turned down the marriage proposal but the Mafia boss has taken some precautions and I have my hands tied, I cannot refuse this marriage but I do have something t

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

He scoffed and without waiting for me to reach his side, he walked outside into the car that was already opened for him. This man. He was exceptional. “Ma'am, get into the car. Mr. Maverick orders.” His chauffeur yelled, titling his head outside to check on me and I jolted back to my senses, rushing into the car. The marriage was fast, and it felt as though he had planned everything ahead and all I was left for was to sign the contract. I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into.

“Now you’ve become unpredictable.” I didn’t look up. “The deal remains unchanged.” “I’m not talking about the deal.” His tone sharpened. “I’m talking about you. About your…recent choices.” Someone else cleared his throat Stefano, the finance director. “Your marriage was a surprise, Luca. And I don’t mean to question your personal affairs, but in our world, perception is reality. Some of our investors are concerned you married a waitress to cover a scandal you created yourself.” I closed the file with a snap.

Much the same as for the men who swore a vow to the different crime organizations, this marriage was my vow—my promise to be the obedient daughter and wife—a promise that was only escapable through death. Despite the fanfare, this wedding was nothing more than a transaction, the exchange of goods and services, the type that happened nearly every minute of every day. Soon, I, the daughter of one of Patron Roríguez’s top lieutenants, would be the property of the Kansas City Famiglia, more specifically, of Dario Luciano. Throughout my twenty-four years, I’d read stories and watched movies about women in history calmly walking to their death. With each step closer to my future husband, I picture

“Third wife: Teresa Esposito. She gave birth to Mr. Salvador–30 Years old and Miss Ariella– 23 Years old.” “So… Franco, Salvador, Alessandro, Ariella, and Cassie,” Anna listed slowly. “Correct. Franco is the eldest. Then Salvador. Then Mr. Alessandro. Then Miss Ariella. Miss Cassie is the youngest.” “And Salvador is…?” “He’s married and has a son—Salvatore Junior.” Anna's eyes widened slightly. “Wow. So I just married into a royal mafia circus.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing.” She stood up abruptly, rubbing her temples. “I’m suffocating in here.”