Novel & Cerita Mafia Bride

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?”

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

She heard a woman whisper harshly as she walked past. Her back stiffened, and for one moment she feared the woman was talking about her. “I heard he beat her up even today. On their own engagement day.” Another female voice whispered back. Prim hurried faster towards the restroom door. She had felt something was weird with the bride earlier. So it was a Mafia thing for husbands to be a*sholes? Some of these women actually had it worse than she did with Egan. The bride did at least. She opened the door, walked into the restroom, and saw Julian standing there.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

"Relax, Lovina... It's just a business deal. This wedding means nothing to Damon. He is just marrying that girl to close the deal." Mikhail assured. "And Mariana is going there with plans, not to enjoy the wedding!" "Mikhail!" Lovina sighed disappointed. "Don't you think that you guys are ruining that girl's life? Damon is not made for commitment. Are we really different from Leonardo?" "It's not our decision. Her family agreed to it... Damon won't hurt her, we all know it." He kept caressing Marona's feet. "At least tell me the name of the bride. I think I deserve to know that at least!"

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.

In front, Ethan has a huge grin with his eyes glued on his radiating bride. Owen’s words start playing over in my head “Rumours are he can’t wait for the honeymoon.” He is an innocent man, my motto is to never touch the innocent, but I can’t help wanting to blow his head off and take his place. I’m still rebuking my mind when Owen pulls me to the ground with his weapon drawn out. Around us, the rest of the mafia guest are also on the floor with their weapons also drawn out. The horrified screams from the groom’s family fill the hall as they all cram together on the floor covering their heads. It takes me seconds to realise what just happened. The bride is on her knees scanning around with he