Novel & Cerita Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novels

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

Because it showed them that my beauty meant my world, and I treated her as so. In a world of Mafia, it was a world of men. Most men were used to women submitting to what they wanted and how they wanted them to act. Eliana was like that when I first married her, and despite seeing and loving the fire in her eyes; I cannot deny the damage that James has left on her. Lorenzo himself wanted to break her like another father would have. Thankfully, I was now here by her side and no one was going to be able to harm her.

Natalie seems to breathe a little easier and offers me an apologetic smile, “Oh, let me introduce Lois and Camille.” “I’m Camille,” the blonde woman says, reaching forward to shake my hand. “I’m so glad to meet you, Nat has been singing praises about you.” “Really?” I say with a chuckle, shaking Camille’s hand, trying to return her enthusiasm. “All good things, I hope.” The table is already full of delicious food, looking like it came straight out of an I*******m food blog. We eat and talk casually, and I find out that Camille and Lois are both parts of the mafia community too, by being married to soldiers part of Natalie’s family.

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.

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

“You know… everyone thought Dante would marry her.” I freeze. “What?” “They were childhood sweethearts,” she says softly. “Their engagement was practically arranged. It was the talk of the Mafia world. Two of the biggest and strongest Mafia family becoming one. Everyone thought she’d be his queen. But then… his father died, the alliance crumbled, and the engagement was called off. No one ever knew why.” My stomach twists. Dante never told me this. Not once. I mask the sting of betrayal with a calm expression. “Guess I didn’t know.”

"For generations, they have erased bloodlines, rewritten histories, and turned allies into enemies before either side ever realized they were being played." Marco felt his pulse quicken. "You're saying my father... and Alessandro..." Father Matteo nodded slowly. "For nearly a century, every major mafia war this city has known has carried the shadow of the Raven." The old church suddenly felt colder. As Marco stared at the weathered symbol, one chilling thought settled into his mind. The Russo family hadn't been fighting their greatest enemy. Father Matteo reached for another journal, its cracked leather cover worn smooth by generations of careful hands. Dust drifted into the air as he opened

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

"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."