Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

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?"

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

Even if I dressed in yellow sundresses and wore bows in my hair, the men around me would always see the sharp edge beneath the silk. So I packed a bag. Nothing flashy. No designer clothes. I tucked my real ID into a locked drawer and printed a new one. Clean. Civilian. I became Gilda Romano, a simple girl from a seaside town near Naples. I had studied psychology and worked as a floral assistant in my aunt’s shop. I liked lavender tea and poetry. I hated guns. I didn’t know what the mafia even really did, only what I’d seen on the news. I became someone else.

"One last thing. I will need to know your bride's name. And I will need to greet her, just so that she knows who I am. With your permission, of course, Mikhail Ivanov." "Fine." I nod. "It's Maria Rostova." Nina's hand stills for a moment. I know what she's thinking. Rostova is not a name one associates with the Bratva. It's obviously a fake one, but it's the only one I have. Maria's past is linked to her hometown, Holtsville, and nothing else. Without another word, Nina gets up and approaches an apprehensive Maria.

"Always the life of the party, she had her wish fulfilled when she met what she believed was the man of her dreams at an extravagant event. He was wealthy and charming, showering her with gifts. They were inseparable for a while, and my sister fell deeply in love. But then everything changed. Sasha's behavior shifted, and I pushed her to confide in me about what was wrong. One day, I saw the extensive bruising, and I threatened to tell our father if she didn't reveal the truth. It was the only time she broke down, sobbing as she confessed to me that he had started to abuse her." "That bastard!" Victor exclaimed, his anger palpable. Surprised by his outburst, I found a glimmer of courage to c

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

Artemis asked, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as a particularly pompous old Don from Chicago waddled past. Claudine snorted, a small, genuine laugh escaping her. “Oh, you know, just living the dream. One part captive, two parts trophy wife, all parts ready to set something on fire.” She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “This whole ‘mafia bride’ thing is exhausting. My feet are killing me.” Artemis let out a soft chuckle. “You look like you’re handling it.”

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.