Mafia's Captive Bride Novelas e Histórias

"Real people with families and futures. How do I live with that?" Giuliana was quiet for a long moment, swirling the wine in her glass. Finally, she spoke. "When I was twenty-three, the Moretti family was at war with the Calabrese organization. They kidnapped my younger sister, Rosa. She was nineteen, engaged to be married, full of life. The Calabrese sent a message. Give them control of our northern shipping routes, or Rosa would die. My husband wanted to negotiate. The family elders wanted to trade. But I said no."

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

"It's just that this...what you are asking..." "Sacrifices must be made for the greater good my friend." Don Matteo chimmed in, interrupting her father's chain of thoughts. "All it takes for this plan to fall apart us one tiny loop hole and that is what we are trying to prevent. By marrying your daughter into the family, you are openly declaring your loyalty to us, and by so doing you identify as one of us." "Haven't I done enough to prove my loyalty already?"

Except me. His gaze snapped back to the bed, his breathing coming in heavy, fast gasps. His eyes raked over my shaking body, stopping at my smeared makeup and the ruined wedding dress peeking out from under the blanket. The confusion on his face quickly curdled into deep disgust. "N-no..." I stammered, my teeth literally clicking together in the quiet room. "I'm... I'm not a thief. I'm not a maid. I'm…." "Shut up," he snapped, cutting me off with a cold, vicious glare that froze the blood in my veins.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Their bodies pressed together, hands flying, clothes coming off fast. I covered my mouth with both hands, nausea rising in my throat. This was the man I was supposed to marry. This was the man who might be my first. Lorenzo De Luca, mob prince, heartless bastard… and apparently, a sex-crazed maniac who is cheating in his fiancee. I couldn’t breathe. Their groans echoed through the room. I shut my eyes, praying—begging—they wouldn’t hear me. Because if they opened this door… I was dead. Or worse.

"If I need to tell you something, you should be prepared to hear me. It was a situation in which you were not earlier." He towered over her with his hands in the pant pockets. "You did not fall from the stairs. He tried to kidnap you from our wedding venue because Dave promised 50 million to him if he sold you as against ten million which I promised to pay him in lieu of your marriage with me. I decided this truth should go buried with me but there is a necessity I put a full stop to his exploitation on you. It is time you tough out." "There was no mafia war." He leaned over holding her upper arms looking straight into her eyes. "And I don't lie to you."

This house might have been rich and grand, but cruelty was the same everywhere. “Sumitra, enough,” Aarika said firmly, her tone cutting through the air. “This is my house, and I won’t tolerate you insulting her.” Sumitra scoffed but didn’t push further. She turned on her heel and walked away, muttering under her breath about the “mystery bride.” --- --- Meanwhile, in his study, Avyaan ignored everything that had to do with his bride. His phone buzzed with updates from his men — the Mumbai branch was facing internal threats. A shipment had gone missing, and there were whispers of a mole inside his operations.

Those three facts and the fierce defiance in his eyes when he refused to kneel had cost me two million dollars. I'd attended that auction for intelligence. Viktor was selling something unusual, Marco had said. We needed to know what the Bratva was up to, who was buying what. I'd watched the proceedings with disgust I kept carefully hidden. Then the people started. That's when my stomach turned. I catalogued the buyers, memorized faces, and took mental notes. Then they brought out Luca Marino. Despite his terror, when they tried to force him to kneel, he fought back.