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It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

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.

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.”

Mia, the princess of the Vitiello clan, daughter of the most feared Mafia Don Luca Vitiello is kidnapped. She is kept in a basement in a run-down house in the middle of nowhere. Two days, it's been two days since she was kidnapped from the altar and thrown into this basement. No one came for her since then. Her wedding dress is now dirty, and she is starved and dehydrated. She saw everything happen with shock. She walked onto the Altar and Alesso accepted her hand from her father Luca Vitiello. That's when the firing started, taking everyone by alarm. The once cheerful environment became chaotic and everyone began to run for their lives.

And now her groom is Leo. Leonardo Bernardi, the capo of the Italian mafia. The ruler. The king. Whereas, she is an orphan from a simple town which is towards the outskirt of the city. Two persons from different world were going to unite. No…there is no going back neither he would let her. He left her with no other choice but to submit to him.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

I always heard that Bratava Capo was one of the most handsome men in Chicago but also that he was equally sinister as well. People in Chicago used to call him Satan because he killed his first man at the age of 11. And I heard that he and my husband are the best torturers in Bratava. He was married to one of the prettiest girls but we heard that she was an outsider. Her name was Nina. She also came to congratulate us. "Congratulations Anna for the wedding, I am Nina Dante's wife. I hope we get along. I really wanted a shopping partner," she said with a wink, making me like her immediately as I really would love someone to get along with me.

Finally, he was rib of the problem that had plagued this household for the last few months, ruining the chance of his Capo’s happy and prosperous marriage with Rosanna Donatello. She was the perfect woman for this family. A woman born and bred into the Donatello famiglia. She may not be a noble born. But she was a noble woman of high stature and a respectable young lady who had been trained to be a Mafia wife right from the very beginning. She was docile and obedient. And she had an attitude. She knew how to give commands and stand next to the Capo as his left hand. A Mafia Bride was more than just a body to warm the bed and breed children. She had much to offer to the table and the Donatell