Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

the man whispers urgently, "Rick hasn't been seen since the job. He was supposed to make the trade with the organization, but he never showed up with the hundreds of millions. What's going to happen?" Alonzo's brow furrows, his expression darkening. He ponders the revelation for a moment, and then his gaze turns to me, still obscured by the mask. Panic surges through me afresh. The man continues, "They mentioned he had a daughter, betrothed to you, ages ago. Her name is Julia Rocco." A shiver down my spine at the mention of my name. Betrothed? How? I watch as Alonzo's eyes narrow in thought, and then he chuckles, a sinister sound that sends chills down my spine.

I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez. The roles of women in mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If father thinks by uniting our mafia's through marriage would mean me giving up my mafia to fucking Ace, he's got another thing coming. And if Ace fucking Hernandez expects me to obey and serve, I will gladly cut out his fucking heart and shove it down his throat. I am no one doormat. Father, as he put it, gave me a way to ally with the American mafia. To ensure peace between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war. So what am I supposed to do? It was a strategic move nothing more.

I had been too worked up to put in something in my stomach other than water because of a lot of things, the first reason on the list was the fact that Luca was by my side throughout the whole wedding event and that alone had kept me really nervous, and I had jolted and tried my very best not to brush my bare arm against the fabric of his suit jacket. Another reason was because I had been really nervous about how my wedding night was going to play out and how I was going to shed so much tears and go through so much pain once it’s time for him to consummate the marriage. Another reason was because the thought of Leaving my brother and never being allowed to see him again had left me in lots of

“What’s going on? Why is the bride Alessia’s sister?” “What is the Rosetti family playing at? A last-minute switch?” My mother shot up from the front row, rushing to my side to control the situation. "Edmund, calm down. It was the Rosetti family who suggested the change. We felt Laura was more... docile. A better fit for the family..." "I didn't agree to this!" I snarled at my mother, realizing everyone knew. I was the only one played for a fool. "I want Alessia! Where is she?!"

, “Mom, I want a sister. My classmates has siblings and I don't “ and so on. After some time, Katherine realised she was pregnant and funnily, she didn’t expect Stefan to get so excited. But alas, he was happier than Ray , pampered her and always treated her like an egg . Things were going fine until the third month of her pregnancy when Stefan suddenly resigned from being the chief security officer at Queen Anne estate to becoming an intended Mafia Lord of the City Council.

She didn’t meet her groom until she walked down the aisle. The forced marriage to Roman Moretti, a man whose name whispered fear and respect in equal measure throughout the Sicilian underworld. Her sister spent the entire two months trying to break her. She tried to make her fear Roman Moretti. Elena Bianchi. Her sister, her beautiful, viperish sister, had woven a web of deceit and dangling Rosalie’s freedom as a weapon used against her.

She trembled and bit out, “He can’t cancel the arrangements like that.” “Well, he was promised to you before anyone else. You know how the Mafia world works better. If we do not find a more peaceful solution to this, there will be war, and I cannot risk it with the Camorra and Cartel up my ass.” I was done staring, all clueless, while they both freaked out in their ways and yelled, “Can someone fucking explain to me what the hell is going on?” “You have competition, Vitale. That’s what’s going on,” Matteo bellowed. “Truth be told, it’s not really a competition. Bella was and is a Rossi, and according to the customs of our world, she was promised to a man before the total massacre.”

"But this is the fate we are born with. We cannot marry for love. We can only hope to find love in our marriages." I felt so bad for my sister because women in our world never get to choose their spouses. My sister was given out as a pawn in a business agreement. I would have been the pawn since I was the first daughter, but due to my dirty past, my papa considered me unfit for the agenda. "I’ve heard Antonio’s story. I’ve heard how ruthless he is. I can’t believe Papà betrothed me to him." She cried. "You’ll be fine." I consoled her as I patted her back. "I’m sure you would."

I disclosed. Nathan grabbed my hand, and we headed towards the cake. “What was that?” Nathan queried. “I think Zander’s in love,” I mused. “With Isabella Aventini?” Nathan ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not good news.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Mafia daughters always marry for the sake of the family,” Nathan answered. “They don’t get to choose who they are with.” “That seems unfair,” I spoke. “Isabella and Zander had a moment.”

he also threatened me. "So deal?" He asked. "Deal" *** I can't believe I sold off my sister just like that. "Are you alright?" Danny asked. "Yes, of course I am alright. I just made a stupid deal with Aton just to save my family" I said to him. "A deal with Aton?" He asked with curiosity. He stood up from his seat and sat beside. Immediately after I left Aton's office, we came to my penthouse. "He made a deal with me about defeating the new mafia family. He told me to marry his daughter to secure his assurance and in return he asked for my twin sister's hand in marriage with his son" I explained.