Novel & Cerita Mafia's Captive Bride

I might loose my breakfast right here, before a gathering of the world's most powerful men. The newcomer snaps his fingers "Raul, Vanderhaus. Grab the girl and take her to the airstrip immediately. I'll be there soon." "The fuck, Ramsey?" Old Mikhailov asks on a furious yell. Yeah, Ramsey. The fuck?! Two huge, harsh looking men advance towards me from the army. Just then, the reality of my situation hits me. I cannot become a captive of the Mafia. I've read about all the horrible stuff those monsters do to their captives, especially the women. I could end up as a sex slave or worse.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

She asked, gulping her uneasiness and he gave her a curt nod. “I demand a daughter in exchange for the one I lost because of your would be Capo.” Stephanie’s eyes curled together thoughtfully. “I don't understand.” “I am talking about The Sokolov Bride you have.” Boris said, calculating her expressions. Stephanie’s eyes flashed drastically at his words. “You know Rose is…” “I am not talking about Rose but Mia, Stephanie. I want your younger daughter for my son. I want her to come to Sokolov mansion and give Bratva the heir You Italians promised with Rose. She couldn't give it to us. Now I want Mia to fulfill it.”

In front, Ethan has a huge grin with his eyes glued on his radiating bride. Owen’s words start playing over in my head “Rumours are he can’t wait for the honeymoon.” He is an innocent man, my motto is to never touch the innocent, but I can’t help wanting to blow his head off and take his place. I’m still rebuking my mind when Owen pulls me to the ground with his weapon drawn out. Around us, the rest of the mafia guest are also on the floor with their weapons also drawn out. The horrified screams from the groom’s family fill the hall as they all cram together on the floor covering their heads. It takes me seconds to realise what just happened. The bride is on her knees scanning around with he

a woman shouted from the stairs. I sat on a couch in the big room. I could see my men dragging the woman and her two children. They tied their hands but left their feet and mouths free. “Who are you!? What do you want from us!” Maria Fernandez, Joaquin's wife, screamed. “Do you know who my husband is!? You'll all die at his hands if you don't let us go!” “He's Sinclair Wyndham, Mom,” Diego Fernandez, Joaquin's eldest son, said. “He and his people made it through security. That means they're not afraid of Papa.”

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

"Giovanni! You're part of this family, yet you insult the chosen heir in front of everyone? Funny how the rules only matter when they benefit you." I threw his words right back at him. "As the future wife of the Carlo family's next boss, I won't let you disgrace us." Giovanni, with red handprints burning on his cheeks, was about to lash out. Uncle Michael gave his men a look, and they immediately stepped in and dragged him away. In no time at all, the hall fell quiet again, as if none of that had happened. Salvatore held out an exquisitely crafted engagement ring and kneeled gracefully on one knee before me.

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

" He repeats his question. "Yes" I squeaked. "Yes master" he corrects me "Yes master" I repeat looking at him "Keep your head down when you talk to me" I lower my head playing with my fingers. "Good girl. Someone would come soon with new clothes for you. Don't talk to anyone if it isn't me" He goes out closing the door behind him. Everything comes crashing down. I'm not dreaming. This isn't a prank. I got sold to a mafia family, I'm married to the capo of the Mafia. Aunt Sofia didn't even try to stop them. Why didn't she? The tears start coming before I realize it.