Mafia Kings Innocent Bride Novels & Stories

Mateo leaned back a bit, presenting a subtle, diplomatic smile. “You’re a man who sees the bigger picture, Luca. You realize this isn’t just a proposal—it’s a valuable opportunity. What are your thoughts?”Mateo’s words hung in the air, smooth and measured. He proposed a marriage alliance—me with his sister, and one of my sisters paired with his family. I let the silence stretch out before responding. “You've made a mistake, Mateo.” My voice was steady, but had a sharp edge. “My sisters aren't pawns in some game. They will marry whomever they choose, not just who another family wants for them.”

My brows furrowed with confusion evident in it, I turned towards the direction of the strong scent of blood and then my eyes locked with the clearest set of green eyes I had seen before. She was the cause of the ruckus, dressed in a wedding dress that would have been beautiful if it wasn't stained with blood. Her left hand seemed limped with blood trickling down a bullet wound. Her entrance was sensational. Without a doubt, I recognized her from the pictures sent to me. Adelina Marino, the Mafia princess and the girl my younger brother was to get married to. I was shocked when I discovered Viktor was getting married to a human, but this was more stunning.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

I'm making this woman mine, no matter what. The men in front of us flung open the door to the bridal suite. The woman in the extravagant gown, the one who was supposed to be my bride, and everyone in the room, stared at us with their jaw hanging open. I threw the woman away from my arms as soon as we arrived at the bridal suite. "Bro!" Claud was catching his breath. It was obvious that he ran all the way here as soon as he heard of our arrival. "What happened?" he questioned, grinning from ear to ear as soon as he laid his eyes on the woman I brought.

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

Armalites glinted menacingly as they leveled them at trembling heads. Alejandro stood waiting, impatience etched in every breath. Then—he heard footsteps on the stairs. He smirked as he recognized her. “Get your filthy hands off me, you worthless vermin!” Hellion’s people had dragged Bridgette’s mother, his godfather’s treacherous wife, by the hair. She squealed as she was hauled forward like a sack and dumped at the feet of the two Mafia kings. “She’s all yours, brother,” Hellion said, smirking.

They looked like a matched set. Massimo turned to look at Elena. "Are you ready?" Elena took a deep breath and nodded. Massimo signaled to Luca, who was manning the door. The door to the banquet hall opened. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes turned to look at Massimo and Elena. "Introducing the Mafia King, the Don of All Dons, Massimo Ferraro and his wife!" Luca called out.

I don't need the money, but I need the influence over everyone who has control in this city. "I was kidnapped by a mafia; my future husband was killed by him, and I was forced to become his wife. I refused and wanted to leave him. He allowed me to get away from him, but if I was caught by his people, then I would have to marry him." He drank after swallowing the food in his mouth. I wanted to feed him again, but he refused. "Wait a minute, what is the name of that mafia?" "Zyo," "Ignazyous Luca Ortechza?" he said in disbelief, and I shrugged my shoulders.

A man carved out of ice and power. Head slightly tilted, eyes low as he scrolled through something on his phone. His aura alone filled the entire car. Dorian Damaris. I had heard only dangerous things about him. The Mafia Lord of the cartels under the disguise of a tech company. I swallowed hard as I watched him. Right now I could only see his side profile, not his full face. I had heard rumors that even after all the dangerous things he had done, he still had the face of an angel. I was lost in thought when he finally spoke.

“Ask him why he picked me.” Her stomach dropped. “What?” “Gideon told me. In the hallway, with a boot in my ribs.” He swallowed. “He said your father didn’t marry you into my family. He married you to the one Moretti who couldn’t leave you.” A long silence. Marco studied the ceiling. Richard didn’t flinch. “Is it true?” Alexander said. “Yes.” Elena’s breath left her.