Mafia Kings Innocent Bride Novels & Stories

Not once had he acted like he cared whether she lived or died. Roman Benedetti. The man everyone respected. The king of the mafia world. Girls chased him like he was untouchable like he was some kind of dream. Like he was a god. But gods didn’t destroy people like this. And husbands—if that word even applied to him—weren’t supposed to be this cruel. He was her vendetta. And she was the price he paid. His bride, nothing more. She focused on breathing through the pain. She swallowed the shame. She broke a little more with each passing second, quietly and completely, without making a sound.

“She’s the bride of that bastard Lucas. They were getting married when we arrived." Before she can respond, my right hand—Bruno walks in. "Boss, I sent the gang to their family house. We plundered, burned three of their shops and smashed everything in sight." "Bueno." I nod. "Salvador, why is that woman here?" Mama Doza refers back to her question. Nathan and Diego stroll in—they are my brothers, the first and the third. "We just saw a woman—" Nathan starts. "Boss married her." Bruno reports, not without chuckling.

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.

But since her brother was serving another mafia lord, what was wrong if she got married to another mafia lord? "Well, I want us to be friends first. Then if we get familiarized with one another, then we can go on more dates and maybe get married," Damian went straight to the point, and Daisy blushed. "You're so handsome, and I wouldn't mind becoming your wife," Daisy said. However, someone came into the private section of the restaurant as she had her intel since following Damian around.

Tate asked, noticing where I was looking. “That they couldn’t make her look more innocent if they tried,” I said, moving closer. “I prefer the blood stains.” “It was her wedding. They made her look pure. You know how it is. Girls like her stay protected until marriage. They lose their innocence that night. Cavallaro and her fiancé will do anything to keep her untouched. Danilo is Underboss. Her dad’s Underboss. Dante Cavallaro is her uncle. They’ll give us anything if you ask. We can be rid of her now if you ask for my father.”

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

"What I meant is, she is very much like you—intelligent, and ambitious. She understands the complexities of our world." Miguel, who had initially been amused, now looked puzzled. "Then who is she? Someone we've dealt with before?" His interest was piqued, not just by the identity of the mysterious bride-to-be but also by the implications for their business and family alliances. Enzo nodded, allowing the suspense to build a moment longer before continuing. "Her name is Gabriella Diaz, I am sure that name would ring a bell." Lombardi, processing this new information, leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with what Enzo was trying to say. "Gabriella Diaz?" he muttered, rubbing his chin, but

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

She looked like a lost puppy, and he was enjoying it. Florina was on the verge of fainting. She was already on the run from the Russian mafia, and now she had landed herself directly in the American Mafia's den. She knew about Sebastian King; one of her friends was trying to get some information about him but dropped the idea after knowing he was one of the most dangerous and powerful mafia in the country, and that's how Florina knew Sebastian King. She had seen him in newspapers and magazines, but the man was a treat to the eyes. She wanted to take her time and admire his form, but who was she kidding? All her attention was on the gun he was holding, and she understood what he wanted.