Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

"You really think this is necessary? That the family is in that much trouble?" The look Liam and Sophia exchange speaks volumes. "You've been out of the loop for a while, little brother," Sophia says gently. "Things are... not great. This alliance could be our saving grace." "Or our downfall if we fuck it up," Liam adds helpfully. "You can't seriously be asking me to marry some woman I've never met from a family we were raised to hate," I say, turning back to face my siblings. The ridiculousness of the situation hits me anew, and I can't help but let out a bitter laugh.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal. The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti. The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unr

THE RUNAWAY BRIDE BOOK 3 Intro: Rhea Lockwood was never supposed to escape. Born a mafia Princess in a world daughters are traded like contracts, where obedience was currency and marriage was leverage. Her father Reginald Macini sold her future to a man with money, power, and a history no one spoke about too loudly, not even after his wife died under suspicious circumstances. When Rhea had known the type of fate that awaits a woman like her but when she realizes she just being married but sold to a beast one who kills his own wife with his bare hands she did an unforgivable thing.

“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

I had seen times without number, when his name would be written in the news, displaying the gory violence caused by him, the feared mafia king with no face to his name. His reputation was already brutal enough for me to even think of doubting my father’s words. And for that, the anger I felt for Alecia simmered down, diluted a bit with understanding. No one would want to marry a criminal man, most definitely in his late fifties with residing hairline and pot like belly. Yet, here I, listening to my father as he suggested I do so. “Papa,” I began, hesitantly so. “You know I can’t do that…I have a Fiance, we’ve-“

Anastasya's POV. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, from the elaborate updo my hair was styled in, to the white lace dress I was currently wearing. A bride was usually happy on her wedding day, but I was unable to conjure up any feelings of joy or elation whatsoever. It was hard to feel any happiness when one was being forced to marry against their will, like I was. Even worse, being married to a man I had never met, one who's ruthlessness preceded him, the don of the Italian cosa nostra in New York City. But this marriage was necessary to secure an alliance between my family and the Italian mafia. As the daughter of the Pakhan of the Russian bratva, I always knew I would end up in an

Mia Bridget is Damien's childhood friend, and also the daughter of their family friend. She looks like a model with her mile-long legs and stunning hourglass figure. She lives in Italy with her parents. She has been crushing on Damien for so many years. But when he had to sign a contract to marry Rose Yoke, she was heartbroken. She couldn't do anything because the Bishop's are meant to marry into the yoke family. If there is no daughter in that generation or if the contract is been violated, only then they can marry others. So she moved in with her parents with heartache, unable to bear the grief. She is now a top model in Italy.

Vultures perfumed with Chanel. She wore black—not out of mourning, but as a warning. The dress hugged her frame like a forged shell, sculpted to intimidate as much as it seduced. Her dark hair had been braided into an intricate crown, woven with tiny pins that gleamed like steel. Her lips, painted in a deep matte crimson, looked like they’d been kissed by the mouth of war. She didn’t blink. Didn’t falter. Every inch of her radiated the truth: she was no longer anyone’s pawn. She was the mafia bride. And she had teeth.