Novelas y relatos de Mafia's Captive Bride

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

"She wasn't. Not until two days before the wedding, she was Mariana Lorenzo. Her biological father is in prison. Her mother remarried Mr. Romano." "So they changed her name to marry her off to me? Do they think I'm a fool?" "Seems like her mother forced her. She lived with her aunt most of her life." Alessandro tossed the papers aside. "Tell Frost to be ready for tomorrow's delivery."Just then, the door burst open. "What the hell, Mom?" he snapped.Mrs. Esposito stormed in. "Where's your bride?" "You mean the random kitten you dumped in my house?"

Ji papa"(Ok Dad) I say while sitting down. After a few minutes of silence, my dad starts speaking. "I have to tell you something. You know me only as a businessman but what you don't know about me is that I am the head of one of the strongest mafia in India. I had borrowed a loan of 10 million dollars from Matteo the head of the most powerful Italian Mafia. I had to pay it back before two months but I had not yet paid it. So he came here today to recover from debt but while we were discussing it, you came to meet me at my office. I think he might have seen you when he told me that he was willing to make a deal if I give you to him in marriage and I agreed to the deal." "What are you serious?

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

“Or don’t. Either way, three weeks from now you’ll walk down that aisle and say yes. The only question is whether you do it willingly or whether I have to drag you there myself.” “You wouldn’t dare.” His laugh is cold. “I’ve done worse for less.” I pick up the folder, scan the contents. Legal language, terms and conditions like I’m a business transaction. In a way, I suppose I am. The bride price is listed: territory, trade routes, a percentage of Romano businesses. The Valentis get everything, and in exchange, they provide protection. Protection we wouldn’t need if they weren’t part of the threat. “There’s a clause,” I say, finding it buried in the middle. “About producing an heir within tw

Kendall gasped, covering her mouth in shock, looking around once more. "Are you crazy, Mia? This is Mateo De Luca we are talking about— son and only heir of Alessandro. If he ever hears this, you want to get married to his son and you won't get to keep your tongue. . He will cut it off, and make sure your father watches you know how ruthless that family is," my friend warned.

"I have every right to do as I please with you because I own you, and your Rosa must have made you come here to pay her debt." "Debt? That's impossible," I angrily shouted, panting heavily. "Nana can never owe a monster like you, let alone have anything to do with one!" "Your Nana, or should I say the infamous Donna Rosa, former mafia lord and leader of The—" Kael began. As Kael's words echoed in my mind, I felt like I was drowning. My Nana, a mafia lord? It couldn't be true. She was always so kind, so gentle. Could those same hands have pulled triggers, and ordered hits?

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

Her heart thudded violently in her chest. Gianna’s smile was sharp, pitying. “You mean to tell me you don’t know? Luca kidnapped you from American soil and dragged you to Italy against your will. Do not tell me you actually think a man like that is a saint.” She stepped closer, her citrus fragrance enveloping Yasmin. Before Yasmine could retreat, Gianna gripped her arm, squeezing with enough force to make her wince. Yasmin stifled a cry, holding herself steady. She would not draw attention, not until she understood what this woman was getting at.