Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

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.

“Then you should. I only had the displeasure of meeting him a few times. I doubt more interaction would have changed my mind. The rat was a prick.” I nodded. “You’re right. Can you see now why I don’t want to be married again?” “Yet, your brother—” “My brother and your father want to build on the alliance. You didn’t want to marry me. You were at the wedding with Jasmine.” “Had I known killing your husband was an option, I would have done that in order to take you to the wedding.” I couldn’t come up with a response. Aléjandro reached for my hand. “Mia, I’m not Moretti. The capo will marry you to someone. I want that someone to be me.”

I explain to her as boredom laces my voice. I watch as she takes all of this in and she purses her lips, clearly deep in thought and wondering what else those lips could do. Then she meets my eyes and I see that she has come to a resolution. “Of course, I understand. We will get married in December and have all the infamous and bigger Mafia families join us. It will be known far and wide that the daughter of Aldo Vincenzo is betrothed to Dante Dragonetti, Capo de Capi of New York.” She says and takes the last sip of her wine, causing me to smile triumphantly. I get up from my seat and walk over to her, taking her hand in mine.

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

"Federico, I swear to you, I didn’t know. I was sent here, just like you... I didn’t choose any of this!" Federico’s eyes narrowed, his hands curling into fists. "Then you better start explaining, Azalea, because right now, all I see is a woman who has lied to me from the very beginning." “Fine, I'm the oldest daughter but somehow my younger sister betrayed me and got my mate for herself.” As she spilled the word mate out, something within her opened. Federico began to feel himself being attracted to her. Immedia tell he knew what that meant. She's his mate! Their eyes connected for a while before she froze.

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

) We burst into the rain, piling into the waiting SUVs as pursuit vehicles roared to life behind us. In the back seat, tires screeching over wet asphalt, I tried to steady her. My hand reached instinctively, hovering near hers. She glared, pulling away. The radio in the front crackled again—Carlo’s voice, smug even in defeat. “Think carefully, Moretti. Mariah is the future. Your Romano flame was always temporary. The betrothal stands.” Isabella’s eyes widened at the words, suspicion deepening. Sirens wailed in the distance—cops or Vanchis, it didn’t matter. Enemies closing in from all sides.

And after it was read, he kissed me as a formality. Our wedding was luxurious and cold as two mafia empires finally united. The two opposing sides of the mafia were presented at our wedding. Although it was full of fear and lies, my dad's people seemed to be happy to have me back. They probably never thought that I was alive and back as their temporary leader. Behind those tense faces, I could still see a hint of their relief. Unfortunately, despite the large number of guests, there was no chaos. I was desperately waiting for that to happen.

he said, leaning in “the night everything went wrong for you was the night Elias Vale sat in my office and chose between your life and his legacy. He chose you. Matteo Romano hadn’t been the man hunting my father. He’d been the man my father went to for help, and the reason he didn’t get it was because his help always came with a price my father wasn’t willing to pay. “You were there,” I said. “You were connected to the night everything went wrong. You didn’t start the fire, but you gave him the reason to light it.” “Here’s your warning, Sienna, and it’s the only one you get. You can work for me and stay alive, or you can keep digging into a past that already killed one Vale. You have until

A sharp flash of pain shot through my face, and I winced, a quiet groan escaping my lips. David saw me flinch. He looked at his own fingers against the dark mark on my skin, his eyes flickering with a strange, dark emotion. For a second, his grip loosened, but then his features hardened again, turning back to stone. "You and your sister planned this," he growled, his voice vibrating with pure venom. "She skipped out on the deal, and you took her place so your family could get my money. You wanted the mansion. You wanted the name."