Mafia's Captive Bride Novelas e Histórias

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.

" 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.

Brenda could not believe what Damien was saying to her. “What?! She exclaimed. Did she hear him say get married? Does he really know what he was saying at all? What made him think she would ever marry him after all he had done to her. He had let his men beat her up, treat her like trash and even though he had stopped treating her that way, she wondered why on earth he imagined she would marry him. She was his prisoner and she had begged him every time to let her go but he had refused, yesterday, he had said he wouldn’t let her go until he finds what to do with her. Is that it then? Was that the idea he thought of to do with her? He must be insane if he thought she would escape from one mafia

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

This can’t be real. “They really want this peace deal.” Adrian smiles. “The most beautiful woman in the Italian mafia is available.” Sergio hands the photo to Kostya, crosses his arms, and looks at Adrian. “What’s the catch?” “Why would there be a catch?” Adrian asks. “The Italians would never give up a capo’s daughter, especially one who looks like that, to the Bratva. There must be something else going on.” “Well, there is a small catch, but I’d rather call it a bonus.” Adrian smirks.

Her face wore an expression I absolutely hated: a mix of anger, worry, and readiness to murder someone administratively. “What?” I asked. She slid the tablet toward me. There was an article on the screen. The headline was big enough to punch me in the face. THE BORROWED BRIDE WHO STAYED: MAYA MOGUEL’S FAST RISE INSIDE THE DE CASTELLO WORLD I stared at it. Then I laughed. “Borrowed bride,” I repeated quietly. “Creative.” Catalina sat in the chair across from me. “Read below it.” “I’d rather eat staples.”

It was their wedding day and yet her groom couldn't keep himself from killing someone. She turned to the mirror and faced herself. Well aware of what she was getting into, she steeled herself for the many atrocities she will most likely face as Lilliana Salvadori. Being married to a Made Man was not something she didn't see coming. Freedom was limited for a mafia bride. Like being trapped in a dollhouse with no doors or windows. Once you are in, the only way out is death. And your life revolves around your husband. She recalled what Enzo had told her.