Mafia's Captive Bride Novels & Stories

"Watch your tongue, Mia, or Demi will have you punished. Do you even remember why I'm trapped here?" "Because you killed his bride," she replied without hesitation, her expression entirely unphased. "Exactly," I said, a cold smile touching my lips. "I am nothing more than a captive, a convenient substitute for his wrath. His gentleness was reserved for her, not a prisoner." I shrugged off her words, trying to maintain my indifference, but Mia leaned in slightly, her mirror-bound gaze meeting mine.

I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night. "I can make you the Capo dei capi. Would you like to work together? "Who am I, you ask? "I am Nicole Accetta—the wife of your sole rival, Derek Church."

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

As we were all seated now, an elder from the Darkwood Society stood up and started the meeting. “As we all know we are here to form a peace treaty between the Blade mafia family and the Darkwood Society, so as to open up the northern border in exchange for the Darkwood Society alliance,” he announced. “And what do we get in return?” a Blade mafia member asked. “Of course we promise to refrain from our attacks on the blade mafia family,” the Darkwood elder replied with a dark smile. The room was silent for a minute, then my father stood up to speak. “I have already accepted this marriage treaty and have brought my 3rd daughter here as she is to be the bride,” he said as he turned to look at m

The danger radiating from him was palpable, the weight of his stare both chilling and magnetic. I blinked against the blinding lights, my mind still foggy as I tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before me. Amidst the murmur of the crowd, the speaker's voice cut through, announcing the outcome of the bid. "And the bid for today goes to the renowned Mafia lord, Angelo Santoro," He proclaimed, and a wave of applause erupted around me. My heart pounded in my chest, my confusion deepening. Angelo Santoro? Who was he? Was I being Aunctioned by a Mafia?

They always try to divide siblings and he is aware of it. "I don't need suggestions from failures." Drogo looked offended but hid it. "Anyways, congratulations... And we don't need to know the introduction of your bride because who doesn't know her?" Marona just looked at him with a frown. Malisha pursed her lips and fixed Marona's vail. "The least you could have done is get an unused woman for you..." "Were you unused when Uncle Drogo purchased you from the stripping club?" Mikhail raised his eyebrows at her questioningly and Marona looked at him surprised by his sharp words.

Mikhail taunted in greeting. Slowly, Aria opened her eyes. "The Capo has to call to order you not to repeat the mistake of your Previous Pakhan or your end is going to be the same like him," she hissed at him. "Stop trying to harm Cosa Nostra, Mikhail. Accept your defeat and go back to Chicago. New York is mine! It always was and it always will be! Your Bratva is over with your Pakhan."

“Ryker kidnapped me and blackmailed me into this.” “Ahh, that's your story,” Sofia nodded understandingly. “Here its tradition to kidnap the wife. You are lucky that you ended up with Capo. The less powerful men here are the trahiest human ever exist. Capo isn’t that bad of a human considering his rank so you lucked out. Plus, I heard he is big and knows how to fuck his women. Not only you will rule ‘the croce’ alongside him, you have the most authority in this mansion after capo, and your sex life is blessed.”

No doubts, the Villa screamed wealth. “Hello damsel.” She turned to her side to see a man, dressed in a double-breasted suit—a dress code she observed was similar to the men inside. But what was he doing there? “I'm Felix Carrillo and, just like your husband, I'm a Mafia underboss.” He introduced, but Lillian didn't see the necessity, so she didn't bother to reply. He raised an eyebrow after a while, “Wouldn't you introduce yourself?” “I'm sorry, but I'm not actually conversant with strangers.” Lillian replied as politely as she could, but he only chuckled, not planning to give up.

“The attempt to have Cassie kidnapped by Mikael?” The mention of Cassie made Bain’s blood boil, though his expression remained unreadable. Randish paled. “That’s—That’s a lie.” Bain exhaled sharply, then snapped his fingers. The door swung open, and his men dragged in a bloodied man—mikael himself, the mexico mafia boss, barely conscious but alive enough to feel terror. mikael groaned, struggling weakly. His once-pristine suit was soaked with his own blood, his fingers broken, his face swollen from the beating Bain’s men had given him.