Mafia Kings Innocent Bride Novels & Stories

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

“The Red Kings attacked our dock. The ships from Ireland containing about one hundred women and boys were burnt down. The dock is a mess now. Littered with dead bodies.” Anton stalks back, rage storming his insides at the news. The Red Kings again. No! This has to stop. They need to win this battle. “What do we do?” Alexei asks, breaking through Anton’s thoughts. If they don’t act, of course the Red kings won’t stop. Same as other mafia clan. “We need the girl. We need her as our bride.” Is all Anton manages. He heard Alexiei’s scoff, filled with contempt or mockery.

The skin felt hot under my touch, and rage flared fresh in my veins. Those damned Romanos. How dare they reduce me, Nikita Salvatore, princess of the Salvatore mafia, to this? A joke? A second choice bride forced upon a man who wouldn’t even look at me twice? Men had started wars for this face. A prince in Dubai had turned his back on his entire family just for one night in my bed. Powerful capos had crawled on their knees, begging me to degrade them, to let them taste the sole of my shoe.

“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.”

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

For once, she obeyed. “Good girl,” I whispered low, just for her. She flashed me the fakest smile I’d ever seen, which only made me smirk, exactly as I expected. Othega raised both hands in surrender. “Forgive me, Don. I meant no disrespect. If she is yours, then it is settled. By her, the bloodlines of De Luca and Giovanni unite. None can oppose your throne now.” Glasses clinked, wine poured, toasts lifted. “To Don Dante De Luca,” voices cried together. “The rightful Mafia King!”

But the next time she saw her reflection, it was in a gilded mirror with a headline scrawled across a digital tablet held out by a woman in black: MAFIA DON TAKES BRIDE: RUMORS OF VALENTINO BLOODLINE CONFIRMED Bride. Her. She’d been asleep for almost two days, and in that time, her face had been attached to a name she’d never claimed—and a bloodline she didn’t know existed. Matteo De Luca, as it turned out, wasn’t just some wealthy recluse. He was Il Re del Sud—the King of the South. Head of the De Luca family. The most feared and untouchable mafia figure on the Sicilian coast. He ruled from the shadows, rarely seen, never touched, his empire built on blood and silence. And now—she was his b

The faint scent of rich woodsmoke and expensive cologne filled the small space between us. I dropped my face into a deadpan, icy look, refusing to say a single word. I treated him like he was invisible. Julian just chuckled, a low vibration in his chest. "Save the silent treatment. I saw David pulling that doting husband routine over there. It’s a total joke. David Kingsley doesn't do romance. He does hostile takeovers. Right now, you look less like a happy bride and more like a prisoner looking for a fire exit." My stomach did a violent flip. My eyes darted past his shoulder, searching the crowd for David, but David was completely cornered by the investors on the other side of the room, his

Just nods and leaves as silently as she came. Trisha leans forward, grinning. “Okay, so I need all the deets.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I say, keeping my voice light. “It was an alliance. Arranged. No meet-cute.” “You’re no fun,” she groans. “So this is what dirty money gets you?” She gestures at the room, joking. I glance at Dante’s men. Their faces are stone. Trisha doesn’t notice. “Honestly, where do I sign up for the mafia? This dirty money business is starting to sound interesting.”

he growled, taking another step forward. “I know enough!” I threw some of the papers at him. They scattered across the floor between us. “You inflated the debt. You planned this. I was never collateral by accident. I was chosen. Like a fucking prize!” The temperature in the room dropped. Nikolai’s expression turned ice-cold. The man who had held me gently last night disappeared completely. This was the Mafia King. The killer. “You went through my private things,” he said slowly, voice terrifyingly quiet. “After everything I’ve done to protect you and your daughter. After I killed for you.”