Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

One of the pack guards stood there, stiff and formal. “Alpha Felixo, Alpha Fernando,” he said, bowing. “Your parents have summoned you.” Felixo and I exchanged a look. We knew this was coming, the weight of our reality settled heavily between us. My heart raced a little. Our parents. The previous Mafia Alpha and Luna, they were ones who arranged for us to marry the Hart sisters. “What's it going to be now?” I asked myself, worriedly. I had been waiting for their call. I knew they would summon us sooner or later.

"Well, I didn't ask to be here so they shouldn't expect more from me. Least of all when they know the truth behind this godforsaken ceremony. An ego-filled fuck fest where I have not only been sold but to the highest bidder but also so soon after the death of my former fiancee. Oh what scandal is probably brewing in the homes of these greedy men and their gossipy wives and daughters. They may smile now but they'll enjoy tearing into this whole mess like a juicy fucking stake." I didn't care that I was being rude to my new husband and in full hearing of his groomsmen and my sisters who all gave me a cautious look. With Diego, I knew his character. Knew when to speak my mind and to step off. W

But he can see the question as if it’s etched on my face and offers me another one of his smiles. “Until the time comes when your father’s oath to the Cosa Nostra comes into effect,” he starts. “You’re betrothed to Giovanni Vittori as a way to end the bloody war between our families and in three years, he will claim you as his wife.” Still shaking my head as if the act will push away the glaring truth in front of me, but he continues. “We tasked the sisters here to teach you everything you need to know about being a good Mafia wife. How to cook, clean, and be obedient, amongst other things. Haven’t you ever wondered why?”

Before I could speak, he chided, “Dates, that’s what they’ll be. You’ll have a curfew.” I cocked a brow. “What am I, five?” “No. But you’re my sister.” I glanced at the door to the bridal suite as Bella stepped out in her wedding gown with her brother, Matteo Rossi, who was also a Capo as Adonis. We were in his territory, within the boundaries of the Chicago Outfit.

Gabriele's face turned deathly pale as he whispered, "But Marcella is already engaged." Matteo sneered coldly. "What does that matter? Once Mr. Alonzi has chosen someone, even if she were married, she'd still have to marry him!" Gabriele collapsed onto the floor in fright, while my Madre, Ginerva Fontana, fainted on the spot. I stared at the betrothal agreement in my hands, its cover boldly inscribed with the words, "A Match Made in Heaven."

I stood in the rain, silently watching my fiancé, Carlo Vitale. I watched as he personally slid the wedding ring onto my stepsister Sophia’s finger. Sophia was wearing a custom-made designer wedding gown and smiling beautifully. The moment the ring was on her hand, Carlo pulled her into his arms without hesitation. Members of the family surrounded them, along with so-called friends I once knew, all cheering them on. They kissed for nearly ten minutes. Only when Sophia was so weak in the knees that she could barely stand did Carlo finally pull away, breathless.

Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers. The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end… .Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

Alex said, raising his glass to join the toast. As we shared a moment of gratitude and unity, our gazes locked, and we instinctively knew it was time to join our wives. Together, we walked towards the table where Bella and Mia sat, their smiles radiant with love and happiness. At that moment, amidst the haze of our dangerous world, we found solace in the arms of our loved ones. Our bond as brothers extended beyond the loyalty of the mafia, and in the embrace of our wives, we found a sense of peace and purpose that made everything worthwhile. With renewed determination, we faced the challenges ahead, knowing that love and family were the anchors that kept us grounded in an unpredictable and p

“They’re not here to drag you to hell. They’re here to have dinner, and get to know you a little bit before the wedding ceremony. Besides, I’m sure your father would make sure nothing happens to you.” She glared at me in the mirror. “You don’t understand. What if they’re wife beaters? I heard that the brothers don’t even like themselves? What if they don’t even let me leave the house? What if they…” She broke off with a choked sob. “Why does it have to be me?” “That’s how betrothals work, Caterina. Your father arranged it. You knew this was coming.” She sat up straighter, sniffing. “Then why not you? You’re a Reed too, aren’t you?”

His gaze dropped for a second. To my lips. Then back to my eyes. Slow. Intentional. And that small, almost meaningless action.. Didn’t feel meaningless at all. My heart started racing again. Faster. Louder. Like it was trying to warn me. Or betray me. I couldn’t tell anymore. “You’re engaged,” I reminded him. “I know.” “You’re with my sister.” “I know.” “Then act like it.” “At least, respect her” For the first time… Something in his expression shifted.