Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

Kendall gasped, covering her mouth in shock, looking around once more. "Are you crazy, Mia? This is Mateo De Luca we are talking about— son and only heir of Alessandro. If he ever hears this, you want to get married to his son and you won't get to keep your tongue. . He will cut it off, and make sure your father watches you know how ruthless that family is," my friend warned.

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

"She wasn't. Not until two days before the wedding, she was Mariana Lorenzo. Her biological father is in prison. Her mother remarried Mr. Romano." "So they changed her name to marry her off to me? Do they think I'm a fool?" "Seems like her mother forced her. She lived with her aunt most of her life." Alessandro tossed the papers aside. "Tell Frost to be ready for tomorrow's delivery."Just then, the door burst open. "What the hell, Mom?" he snapped.Mrs. Esposito stormed in. "Where's your bride?" "You mean the random kitten you dumped in my house?"

"The board of directors already called me this morning. They are terrified of a public relations nightmare. They do not want excuses, and they do not want quiet payouts. They want absolute proof that this is a real, legitimate, happy marriage. They need the public to see that she married you willingly, not because you forced her. They want to see stability to protect the company's valuation." "What do they expect me to do?" "The Annual Charity Gala is tomorrow night," Marcus said clearly. "Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to sm

The ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

"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?"

Punishment in the Mafia world knew no mercy. There were no second chances, no do-overs, only judgement. Don Antonio Lorenzo, once a powerful lion in their brutal mafia jungle, now stood at the gallows like an expired good waiting to be discarded. His bloody face still carried his proud and defiant look, unaware that his legacy had been wiped out the night before. He caught Isabella's eyes in the crowd, weeping heavily, surrounded by her in-laws the Morettis… the same bloodsuckers who had betrayed him and condemned him to this fate.