Novel & Cerita Mafia's Captive Bride

I asked confused. “She did not,” he said while leading me out the door. “She was blackmailed. Her brother had been caught with a mafia's girl and Enrico wanted to kill him so she offered herself and her brother to be in his service to spare her brother's life and keep the information away from the man. This flash is video evidence” Luca said, grabbing my hand. Oh…he was helping someone. He led me out into the parking lot and told me to get in while he got into the driver's seat himself.

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

“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.

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

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?”

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

But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement. Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator. He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips. "Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine."

Book 5 features new characters and storylines, all centered around dark romance and forced marriage to the merciless Mafia. *** I was taken by the enemy, kidnapped by a monster. A ruthless Bratva leader, decades older, claims me as his rightful prize. Forced to wear his ring, our sham marriage seals my fate. I’m an innocent, untouched, and now his captive bride. Bound to his will, my freedom is a distant memory. He’s the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.

Artemis asked, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as a particularly pompous old Don from Chicago waddled past. Claudine snorted, a small, genuine laugh escaping her. “Oh, you know, just living the dream. One part captive, two parts trophy wife, all parts ready to set something on fire.” She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “This whole ‘mafia bride’ thing is exhausting. My feet are killing me.” Artemis let out a soft chuckle. “You look like you’re handling it.”