Mafia Romance Books Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al

Chapter 1 Annalisa I could barely recognize the blue-eyed brunette staring back at me in the mirror. It was me, I knew. But at that moment, I felt like a prisoner preparing to be judged. Tomorrow, I would marry Giovanni Rossi, the man who controlled my father's business and soon, me. I couldn't complain because I had been raised for this; Marrying him wasn't about love, it had never been. This was simply a business deal where I would be the sacrificial lamb.

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

Even during the time of my mentor, when we were unable to find much information about the Alveraz Italian Mafia Group, we were as good as it could get. Marridge, isn’t it a feeble attempt? Or is it the best one someone got under their side? It will keep my brother not only with me but also in front of their eyes. They can blackmail me, use me, or do anything, making sure that if it ever comes to legal formalities, my words will mean nothing and I could easily be thrown under a bus. Beyond the words that he wants revenge on the Russian mafia, what about after it? I rub the back of my neck and the sides, making sure there is no blood left. A hand suddenly comes around me; instinctively, I turn

“Then you should. I only had the displeasure of meeting him a few times. I doubt more interaction would have changed my mind. The rat was a prick.” I nodded. “You’re right. Can you see now why I don’t want to be married again?” “Yet, your brother—” “My brother and your father want to build on the alliance. You didn’t want to marry me. You were at the wedding with Jasmine.” “Had I known killing your husband was an option, I would have done that in order to take you to the wedding.” I couldn’t come up with a response. Aléjandro reached for my hand. “Mia, I’m not Moretti. The capo will marry you to someone. I want that someone to be me.”

“I told you I’ll marry you. I meant it. But Liliane’s been sick all her life—barely made it through college. Her dream was to have a campus wedding. You really have to fight with this?” Once upon a time, when he talked about our arranged marriage, there had been smile in his eyes. “Eva,” he used to say, “we were born tied together. This bond—between Corleone and Valentino—isn’t just business. It’s fate. God’s will.” And I’d believed him. Every word. Believed that what tied us was destiny, not family benefits. So, when Liliane started showing up more and more often, I believed his excuses—every single one of them.

She looked down and saw him standing and listening, with his usual bored look, while three men around him talked and laughed. “First time at a Mafia wedding?” She turned to see Joan standing beside her. She sighed and looked away. “Is there something like a Mafia wedding? It is still just a wedding in the end.” “Not for our family. It is tradition to have our own wedding separate from the other weddings,” Joan responded. Prim turned to her, squinting as her brain worked hard to process the whole information. “Your family?” Joan smiled. “We are an ally family with Egan’s and share the same code of conduct.”

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