Novel & Cerita Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance

I won't suffer alone when she was the one who convinced me to do this in the first place. "Oh my God, finally. Why the fuck didn't you answer your phone?" "Did you hear?" "Yes. Angelo told me. Is zio for real? He'll marry you off to that pervert?" "I will die before I marry him," I say but my voice is wobbly. I can't believe my father would marry me off to Romeo of all people. Forget the fact that he's old enough to be my grandfather. Aren't they enemies? If I was in his place, I would go to war instead of agreeing to those terms so easily. I'm not delusional. I know eventually, I was going to end up in an arranged marriage because that's how women in the Mafioso end up but I didn't think it

If he fails to give him an heir within this year, he will be disinherited. Their marriage was just like any other mafia arrangements. A marriage of convenience what they call. It was arranged from his side but from hers it was love. She had fallen for him the moment she had seen him in her childhood and so when one day when Killian came home cursing Christoph-the then mafia don- for proposing an arranged marriage between his son and Angela, the girl’s happiness knew no bound. She didn’t know why Killian was against it but she really wanted to marry Nikaulas, after all he was her first love. She didn’t have courage to face Killian so she confided in Ara about her feelings and nagged her to pe

Uncle Stefan, uncle Vlad, and Kirill follow him. “I don’t care what the rest of you think. I know I am right. Dimitri was forced into this marriage because my husband needed a way to control the Solis mafia and Victoria agreed to marry my son to save her family. The Solis mafia no longer exists and Victoria doesn’t need to protect her family anymore. The deal is off. We all know it and they are both free to do what they want with their lives. Now my son can be with the woman he truly loves and stop settling for... her,” Anastasia says with disdain. I feel as if I had been stabbed in the stomach. Her words are so hurtful they cause me physical pain.

Luca got the best of the best to put the wedding together in literally 5 days it's crazy they said they were able to get everything that I had requested upon. As we're riding in the limo Nov and I take photos together pouty lips than some resting bitch face you know the typical. When we arrive at the ceremony every one gets out as they make their way down the aisle. Nov walked by herself while Aida walked with Luca's dad and my mom and dad are going to be walking me down the aisle. I see my cue to get out of the limo. I step out immediately feeling nauseous. My mom stands on one side while my dad stands on the other as we walk down the aisle everyone's eyes are on me and I hear my dad whispe

She looked down and saw him standing and listening, with his usual bored look, while three men around him talked and laughed. “First time at a Mafia wedding?” She turned to see Joan standing beside her. She sighed and looked away. “Is there something like a Mafia wedding? It is still just a wedding in the end.” “Not for our family. It is tradition to have our own wedding separate from the other weddings,” Joan responded. Prim turned to her, squinting as her brain worked hard to process the whole information. “Your family?” Joan smiled. “We are an ally family with Egan’s and share the same code of conduct.”

There was no way she was getting away from me, I already knew about her plan before she even voiced it out. "You had a gun to his head" "You are lucky is not loaded otherwise I would have blown his brains out, We had a deal" I whispered into her ear while keeping up with the act, a perfect smile cast on my face as my eyes locks together with some of my guests. Everyone was gathered to watch the most dangerous Mafia getting married, they must assume it was a perfect marriage and Isabella was the perfect bride who captured my heart. The truth is no one can capture my heart, no one anyone after her. No one has done it in many years and Isabella was not going to be different. She was just a girl

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

he said, holding out his hand, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I took his arm, my fingers lightly brushing against his as we walked inside the chic restaurant. We were seated at a secluded table with a breathtaking view of the city below. This was our official first date since both our families decided that I was to marry him, an arrangement to bring together the two of the strongest mafia families in existence. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Nico’s face, making him look even more handsome. For a moment, I just stared at him, soaking in every detail.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.” --- POV: Mia Valente