Mafia Romance Books Arranged Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You know… everyone thought Dante would marry her.” I freeze. “What?” “They were childhood sweethearts,” she says softly. “Their engagement was practically arranged. It was the talk of the Mafia world. Two of the biggest and strongest Mafia family becoming one. Everyone thought she’d be his queen. But then… his father died, the alliance crumbled, and the engagement was called off. No one ever knew why.” My stomach twists. Dante never told me this. Not once. I mask the sting of betrayal with a calm expression. “Guess I didn’t know.”

Very soon it will be a reality ,nobody gonna stop it . Stella has taken everything that ever mattered to me , my parents ,my happiness ,jeremy and even though she ain't here shes still taking things from me ! I had to deal with a mentally sick mother , i got to sell my body to foot my mom costly hospital bills, and i got involved with a mafia king . Yes the most dangerous the mafia lord in Russia . I played with fire and didn't just got burnt i got roasted into the flames . He was cool and considerate at first ,he was fond of me and gave me what i wanted .

he said, holding out his hand, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I took his arm, my fingers lightly brushing against his as we walked inside the chic restaurant. We were seated at a secluded table with a breathtaking view of the city below. This was our official first date since both our families decided that I was to marry him, an arrangement to bring together the two of the strongest mafia families in existence. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Nico’s face, making him look even more handsome. For a moment, I just stared at him, soaking in every detail.

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

She gasped, my words lodging straight into her heart. Her lips trembled. "I... I heard you talking about mum. About bartering me away to the highest bidder. And I'm not even a DiMarco yet. Don't I even get a say in who I choose to spend the rest of my life with?" She asked desperately. "No, Bianca." I exhaled a frustrated breath, massaging my forehead. "It's the way things are. Arranged marriages are common in the mafia. I will hand you over to someone kind and respectful. It's the best I can offer."

There was no way she was getting away from me, I already knew about her plan before she even voiced it out. "You had a gun to his head" "You are lucky is not loaded otherwise I would have blown his brains out, We had a deal" I whispered into her ear while keeping up with the act, a perfect smile cast on my face as my eyes locks together with some of my guests. Everyone was gathered to watch the most dangerous Mafia getting married, they must assume it was a perfect marriage and Isabella was the perfect bride who captured my heart. The truth is no one can capture my heart, no one anyone after her. No one has done it in many years and Isabella was not going to be different. She was just a girl

“You asked that in the wrong order. Try again.” Fuck. Not the best start. “El patrόn, I would appreciate your permission to marry Isabella Luciano.” “Fuck, Em. We have more important things to think about.” When I didn’t speak, he asked, “How old is she?” “Eighteen.” Exhaling, he retook his seat. “Mia thinks we should do away with arranged marriages.” He gestured with his hand. “Consent of the woman…blah blah…” “I believe she’d consent.”

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?”

“You are going to sit back because I told you to. You don’t belong in this kinda world, Aurora. This isn’t for you. Your father is a Mafia doesn’t make you one as a woman.” “Then why did you marry me?” she shot back, her voice shaking. “Why bring me into your life if you never wanted me to be a part of it?” “I never said I didn’t want you in my life,” I snapped. “But this? This investigation? Fantasma? It’s not something you can just jump into because you feel like it.”

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______ Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold. Thankyou for choosing my book to read. Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3 A. Gupta