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My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

"What!!!! so you spent your wedding night with Diana, that is very wrong of you, for Pete's sake you are a married man, how can you leave your bride on your wedding night to be with your mistress? Rocco asked with a raised voice. "Can you just reduce your voice this is an office for fuck sake, and point of correction Diana is not my mistress, she is the woman I love and I would get married to her after I divorce Nelly, you know that I was not in support of this darn marriage in the first place, it is a fucking arranged marriage.

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

Waiting for Darryl to leave, Anne let out a breath, her tense body finally relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Didn't expect Darryl Rider to want to marry our daughter." Mr. Joshua ruffled his hair and muttered. "It's actually possible, as long as he's willing to help our family." "Noway." "Cannot." Anne and Regina exclaimed at the same time. If Mr. Joshua could understand that Regina was against marrying Darryl because she was afraid, he was baffled by his wife's overreaction. "Isn't this a good thing for Regina? Even though she's a bit disadvantaged to be the wife of a notorious mafia boss." Mr. Joshua told Mrs. Anne.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

ACE HERNANDEZ I was not surprised when my parents arranged a marriage for me. It is highly common. My own parents were arranged to marry and they have been together ever since. In a loveless marriage till death do them part. What a shitty way to live. I was fucking angry about having to marry some girl. A fucking Italian girl to top it off. There is nothing wrong with Italian girls but she is in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents?

Once the formal presentations were over, Maria de la Cruz, was contextualized in the Argentinean history and little by little she was falling in love with her new world, she almost forgot that she was working for the Mexican mafia, quite risky, she should not lose her sanity, but still she tried to enjoy every moment, while doing what she liked. It was very difficult to get to the Romero family, as the whole house was surrounded by large walls with ligustrines, so he would start his own investigation to see what it was all about. He began to plan future casual encounters like buying a dog, he thought that way he could get closer to the vet, but it turned out that Emiliano did not have an of

she kept saying. "Chin…” Liam looked at the news, he realized something. “Chin, don't tell me your husband is a mafia boss?" he asked. Selene wiped her tears and looked at Liam, depressed in her eyes. "Y-You're right, Liam. He is the one I married with ... Lyon Drake Armstrong," he replied. Liam was disappointed because he had not expected his best friend to marry a demon powerful man. He almost lost his appetite sitting next to Selene.

Morozov had been calling up Roman’s phone as usual, Over the last two days, whenever Roman had talked to him, he’d dragged me into his lap and stroked my hair, which seemed to soothe him a bit. That close, I could hear Morozov yelling in Russian, sounding enraged. Roman would talk to him in a calm voice, trying to calm the present mafia head. “He is getting old but doesn't want to give up,” Roman said. I tucked my boots under me on the couch. “How did Haley meet her beloved?” “Her family and my family are friends so she's getting married to my mentor’s son.” “It was obviously an arranged marriage , in my part of the world it is very common, but being in affliction with my family boasted up t