Novel & Cerita Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novels

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

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

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry it happened this way." A hollow laugh escaped me. "Which part? The kidnapping? The threats? Or the forced marriage?" "All of it." We sat in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation settling between us like a physical weight. "Why would your brother even want this?" I finally asked. "He hates me. And he could have killed my father without dragging me into it." Lilliana sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Rafael doesn't do anything without purpose. A marriage alliance gives him control of your father's territories without bloodshed. Without a war that would cost lives on both sides."

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

Under the scalding spray of the shower, I tried to wash away the weight of it all—the wedding, the vows, the life that now loomed before me. My thoughts spiraled as I stared at the tiles, the steam curling around me like a shroud. 'This is our room now.' The words felt like a sentence. Would I always share his space? His bed? Would I ever have a moment to claim as my own again? Or was this my reality until death or circumstance released me? Marriage, in the mafia world, was less a union and more a transaction. Wives were placeholders until they became mothers, their value measured by their compliance and loyalty. I was already failing.

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.

Bride To Be, Twisted Marriage, and CAGED, these are dark mafia romances! A. Gupta

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

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.