Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

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.

It was their wedding day and yet her groom couldn't keep himself from killing someone. She turned to the mirror and faced herself. Well aware of what she was getting into, she steeled herself for the many atrocities she will most likely face as Lilliana Salvadori. Being married to a Made Man was not something she didn't see coming. Freedom was limited for a mafia bride. Like being trapped in a dollhouse with no doors or windows. Once you are in, the only way out is death. And your life revolves around your husband. She recalled what Enzo had told her.

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.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

After a few minutes, the noises in the room declined and I turned back to see a breathtaking scene. --------------------------------------------- Zoya's POV I am getting married today to a complete stranger and I hate him already. Because of him I have to leave my studies and my family behind. I am really not feeling much about being seperated from my family because they betrayed me by hiding the fact that my dad belonged to the mafia. I am really worried about this person because what if he abuses me,hurts me and treats me like nothing. Will I be able to trust him? What if he sells me to someone else? What if he locks me in a dungeon? Oh God I really hope he doesn't do that because i am sc

"I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing" Shawn didn't seem to understand her, so she had to explain more, which was very much embarassing. "So when a Mafia member get married, he is to get married to only a virgin and then on the wedding night they both do the 'deed' and her blood is to stain the white sheets... the next day the parents of the groom, the women were to carry those blood stained sheets and hang it so everyone could see..." Shawn busted into fits of laugher and that made her reddened, she gave his head a push.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”