Novel & Cerita Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance

She didn't trust the relationship arrangement in their world. Her uncle arranged Rose' marriage to another Mafia head when she was still married. Mia didn't want to take the risk. After tonight she would ask him to marry her sooner than later. “Let's go Mia. It's time for you to go home,” Isaac said and he tried to get up but she stopped him. “No. I want to stay tonight. I want to stay and live this moment with you,” she whispered, pushing the collar of his shirt down and placing a wet kiss there.

Isabella poured him a cup of coffee and busied herself with adjusting the tray of snacks on the table. Dante took a sip and let out a low hum of approval. “Perfect. Just like I remember.” She sat across from him. “So,” he said, leaning back. “Tell me honestly, Isabella. Do you regret any of it?” “Regret what?” She asked, trying to feign ignorance. “Marrying into the Moretti family…Listening to your father and walking away from everything we had.” She sighed, heavily. “You know I didn’t have a choice, Dante. It wasn't up to me.”

The secluded cliffside villa glowed under a twilight sky, its stone walls a sanctuary from the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood beneath a rosewood arbor, his black suit unbuttoned, his icy blue eyes soft with devotion. Lorenzo’s revelation—ordering the deaths of Gianna’s and his own mother—had fractured his heart, but their empire, the united Castellanos and La Rosa Nera, held firm. Rosa’s intercepted message about a global mafia network loomed, a storm tied to Lorenzo’s old allies, but tonight, Kai chose love. Their first marriage was a strategic alliance; this remarriage was a vow of choice, a flame to defy the darkness. His jaw tightened, their quiet embrace, Gianna’s unwaverin

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.

He tells me, his voice soft. “I know but it is what it is. Mafia Princesses do not marry for love, Pappa you know that. It is the life you chose many years ago.” I don’t mean to lay blame, that’s not what I am trying to do, yet it has caused a sadness in his eyes.

“Why are you not giving up on me? There are far better men beside me. You were arranged to marry a man. Why don’t you marry him.” She attempted to gag. “I would rather die than marry that old man. You know what the rumors around him are?” “I’m not interested to know.” “You should because it concerns my security. They said that he was into drugs. He is a member of a mafia organization. You know what a mafia is, right?” I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to marry him.” She stood and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to marry someone like him! I don’t want to marry a criminal.”

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.