Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

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…

“Tell me about your fiancé.” “He is a criminal. He is mafia - a captain of the Chicago Outfit. I don’t know that much about him, but my family is part of the New York Mafia. One of our customs is arranged marriages. Mario chose me. Lucky me. He saw me at a family party in Manhattan. I despise him. He is a creep.” My voice is filled with disgust. “Where did you get this bruise, Adalina?” “My father hit me when I refused to marry Mario.” Nikolai tightens his hold on me.

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!"

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

She tore another one of the limbs from the bloody pulp in her hands and chewed on it. "You know my name," Joonjae stated coolly. The woman let out a wheezing giggle, flashing her teeth which were marred with blood. She smacked her lips hungrily. "You are Hwang Joonjae," she sneered. "Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate."

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.