Mafia's Captive Bride Full Movie Novels & Stories

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

"I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..." She mocked. "And it doesn't stop there, My husband is the most dangerous mafia lord in the country. Now you tell me how to explain this to them?" Mikhail chuckled. "Interesting, we should make a movie on your life." She was on the verge of crying. "I am serious, Mikhail... I am scared!" He got up and grabbed her hand to make her sit down on the bed. "I don't think you owe them any explanation. They never cared about you." She looked at him sadly.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

“You expect us to trust you after everything? You think we’re just going to follow you?” The figure’s gaze never wavered as they spoke, their voice chillingly calm. “Trust is earned, Camila. And what I’m offering you is more than just power. It’s a future. The kind of future you can’t get by playing the same old game.” Daniil took a step forward, his fists clenched. “And if we refuse?” The figure’s smile returned, but it was colder this time. “Then you’ll be left with nothing. The mafia world doesn’t belong to you. Not yet. Not until you play by the rules.”

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

When Emilio dragged open the slit by her thigh, showing the beautiful tattoo that Xiomar had done for her, I realized too late that my brothers would want to keep this witness. I still wanted her dead. We had a simple rule. Kill everyone, no explanation. The Mafia is no joke, the smallest witness would lead to the destruction of our family. Finding out the sweet little girl we marked and the Russo bride were the same person was a punch to my gut. I had to kill her, yet I wanted to sink my cock between those red lips. She had grown. Matured. Her boobs were fuller, her eyes much brighter like they carried secrets of death and shadow. She was an Italian woman, born into this harsh world. Her fa

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.

He took a deep breath and took two steps back from Elijah’s battered body on the floor. “I told you she enjoyed it.” “You’re a disgusting liar, I kept telling you to stop.” Sara yelled at him advancing towards him but Adrain stopped her, holding her back. Elijah laughed, the sound irritating Sara’s ears. She shut her eyes and swallowed, brushing away tears. “Since when did you listen to a woman? You’re supposed to be a mafia boss!” “I’m a human being first!” Adrain spat at him tugging Sara along with him as he walked towards the couch. Sara shivered as he placed her on the couch in the same position she had been before.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

"Real people with families and futures. How do I live with that?" Giuliana was quiet for a long moment, swirling the wine in her glass. Finally, she spoke. "When I was twenty-three, the Moretti family was at war with the Calabrese organization. They kidnapped my younger sister, Rosa. She was nineteen, engaged to be married, full of life. The Calabrese sent a message. Give them control of our northern shipping routes, or Rosa would die. My husband wanted to negotiate. The family elders wanted to trade. But I said no."