Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

, I said, leaning even further into the couch. “Should have laid him even before the Marriage? I swear, you're lucky as fuck. He looks like something straight out of those cheesy romance books I've read. No, definitely dark romance! All of them mafia lords be looking like him! Fuck, I should write a book with the male lead as someone that looks like him!”, she said in a hurry, an excited glint in her eyes. Oh right. She was an author. “Are you seriously making a book with my husband as the main character?” I laughed.

- As. — I also took a shot in the shoulder to get him to say yes. I won't accept a "no". — I get closer and look him straight in the eye. — My husband disappeared... I joined the mafia for him, I wanted to be free... free... — I laugh... — I wasn't. I trapped myself in this world for him. — I say without another smile. — And what I did to you today, I will do to anyone who refuses to do what I know is necessary to get you back. I'll do anything... but I'm a nice person. — I touch his face and take the dagger from the armchair. — Say "yes" and I'll come out as your ally; Say "no" and I'll make you great slut food. Simple... — I play with the dagger in my hand and look at Caccini. —What do you

“Kill me. Pay a sniper to end my life, but don't sacrifice an innocent baby. Edith has nothing to do with us. Besides, what do you want from me? Haven't you taken enough?” “You're working at that club to ruin Sean's reputation. That's outrageous. You're a disgrace to my family. How dare you refuse my husband's offer to free you from that cursed place,” Bridget said in a stifled voice. “You should be thanking me. Did you know men release dancers from similar clubs to become their mistresses? Do you think the media wouldn't make a mockery of you if they knew that?” I explained. Bridget frowned, digesting the information. She looked at me thoughtfully. They might not have thought of that and ha

Marianne yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Victoria. I stepped in front of my Little Mouse, shielding her from her raging mad sister. “You said it yourself—without leaving any trace back to her. Just like a true Mafia bride should. Take your righteous face out of her sight and go back to your two-faced husband. Because the next time you accuse my wife, a Mafia bride, anywhere, with or without evidence... I'll do worse than erase your very existence,” I gravely warned.

"As you can see, this is a special occasion. I called all of you here today, to announce that I, Your Pakhan, have taken a wife. You all have a Bratva Queen now. Many of you already know her but for those who don't, she is the daughter of Velenoso.” No one said a thing but glances were shared. Every single man present there was shocked at the news except for the five Brigadiers who already knew that. Their shocks couldn't be described in words, Daughter of Velenoso. An Italian Bride for the Bratva King! The words astounded everyone there. Aleksandr gave them a moment to digest the news while Aria eyed the people with sharp eyes. She was watching their reaction with hawk eyes. "But it didn't

I couldn’t hide the hostility in my voice. “Ms. Rosanna…she had all the qualities of a mafia bride.” Gabriele tried to reason with me. “She grew up in a well known family and is well-mannered, well-groomed. She has been trained in the ways to become a mafia bride ever since she was very young. She knows how to look after the business as well. Most of all, she is pure.” “So a woman’s virginity is the determining factor of her character now?” I barked out at him harshly. “What kind of world are you living in, Gabriele?”

I roll my eyes before mumbling, “Someone who I hate, how he glances at me.” “You have a lot of hate stored for this guy. Max. But your sister really caught a big deal for him to agree to marry her. That guy is known everywhere as the top four among the wealthiest, handsome and influential Mafia. Many girls will kill to have him as a side chick, I mean. I get why she is willing to do everything to make sure she doesn't miss her chances with him.” “But that asshole killed my mother. She was her mother, too.” I feel my blood boiling as I hold back the pain again.

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

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.