Mafia Kings Innocent Bride Novels & Stories

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

The boy replied still with his head bowed. "I see. Tell me more." He enquired as he rubbed his beards. "She is married to Don, a dangerous and ruthless Mafia lord and they got married today." The boy announced. "Do you know if she willingly married him?" He asked turning slightly to him. "We don't know of that yet." The boy replied as fast as he could. "Gather more information about this Don guy, I want to know him more." The boss said as he swivelled his chair to face the boy.

Then she lowered herself onto the blankets beside her husband, and Luca's arm came around her without waking, and drew her close against his chest. Beyond the window, the city glowed in its long gold smear, a hundred thousand lights, all of them hers. Somewhere across the ocean, a man in a lit room was reading the transcript of a short and courteous telephone call, and beginning to understand what he had begun. She would see to him in the morning. She would see to everything in the morning, as she always did. She shut her eyes. She had been a pawn, a ghost, a widow, and a weapon. Now she was the Mafia Bride, and her legacy was only beginning.

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

"Armed men don't just randomly decide to attack a mafia engagement party. Someone gave you information. They told you when and where to strike. You were paid for this operation." "We don't need payment to—" Matteo's fist connected with the man's jaw before he could finish. The sound made me flinch, made me want to look away. But I forced myself to watch, to witness this side of the man I was supposed to marry. "Try again," Matteo commanded. "And this time, tell me the truth." "We are telling the truth!" The second captive spoke up, his voice panicked. "We just wanted to stop the engagement. We weren't trying to kill anyone, just disrupt things."

“People think I have the perfect family. Look at this mess. My sons don’t even get along. You’re all a disgrace.” He coughed violently. “Easy, husband,” Teresa said, pouring him a glass of water. “Show-off,” Cassie whispered. “Have some respect—for our guest, at least,” Veronica snapped. Silence fell. “I heard she’s not really from the Romano family,” Salvador said, eyes locked on Anna. “Where is your mysterious bride from, brother?” Sandro said nothing. “Um... I—” Anna tried to respond, but one hard glare from Sandro silenced her instantly.

he said. "No, I'm serious. Is this a normal Tuesday for you? Kidnap a girl, dress her up, march her into your bedroom, and expect her to be flattered?" She let the disgust sit plainly on her face, not bothering to hide it. "You're not some tragic misunderstood king. You're just a man who's never been told no, throwing money at the problem until it stops being a problem." His jaw tightened. "Watch your mouth."

Facondo wrapped his arms around her from behind. “This is our empire,” he said. “Together.” Sandra leaned back against him. “Forever.” She had come as a forced bride. Now she stayed as a willing queen. Their love was dangerous. But it was real. And it was theirs. The mafia king and his secret bride had found their happy ending in each other’s arms.

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.