Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.

There was no turning back now; it was happening, whether I was ready or not. Only if Grandpa had never taken that loan from the De Lucas... The De Luca family, powerful and ruthless, had always seemed untouchable until they reached into our lives. The debt we owed them had grown, trapping us in obligations too overwhelming to ignore. My marriage to Alessandro was, in a way, a payment a sealing of bonds between our families, arranged not out of love but out of necessity and duty.

[ RAIN ANDERSON ] I slamped on my bed looking at the mountain of dresses among which I am hell confused to select the perfect one to wear tonight for the big event. My sister's marriage. My elder sister Roselie is getting married to the men she had been madly in love with though it was arranged by our parents. The marriage was the talk of the town for almost a month.My parents didn't leave a stone unturned to make the first marriage of our family a news sensation for rest of the year.

"My daughter is only 24 years old, currently a singer. She is a bit quiet and quiet but very obedient. If Mr. Rider made my daughter the woman by your side, I believe she will not let you down." "Father..." Regina's heart skipped a beat. Bad luck made her almost sell her life to an old billionaire. Now, she is sold by her father to the most bloodthirsty and dangerous mafia boss in Italy. Is this any different from her father pushing her to her death? Mr. Joshua did not allow Regina to argue back, he glanced at her sickle eye then turned away and smiled wryly at Darryl. "I didn't like having a mistress before." Darryl spoke coldly to Mr. Joshua.

She had hit the jackpot! Marco was clearly head-over-heels for her. Once Romolo died and Marco ascended to lead the Santis family, she would be the Santis family's Madre. Leonora looked at Marco longingly, but he ignored her and looked at me. Berto said to Papa, "It seems our families have a second marriage alliance to discuss today." Everyone started whispering. Were the two mafia families on the West Coast really engaging in a marriage alliance again? Berto looked around the room and announced, "As we all know, Leonora Rosa has made quite a name for herself recently with that brilliant merger analysis."

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

She had given my father the one thing my mama wasn’t able to give him. A bargaining chip into the world of the powerful. The marriage between Donatella and Alessiano was quickly arranged and with in the next month they had rings on their fingers, allies rolling in from around the world and high ranking men and women who would do anything to prove themselves worthy of their positions. I had been married to my worthless wife, the daughter of some low down shipyard owner with ties to the Russians and British monarchy. A royal without a title and Russian mafia daughter who’s only chance at gaining anything more then some money and property was to take out her seven brothers and two older sisters

Layla scoffed and stared at Jacob who shrugged and said to his daughter, "Behave decently down there, make him see you as a potential wife" She laughed holding her chest, "Fvck it, Father, I'm not priest or pope's daughter, I'm the daughter of the greatest mafia lord of all time getting married to the most dangerous underboss in the mafia history. Does that sounds decent?" Nica continued, "I'm going to be myself. Moreover, we're betrothed, there's no backing out. He is mine and I'm his. Sealed" Layla nodded at her husband, "I love her spirit"

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

Refusing him could mean death for my brother and Aiden, but agreeing meant surrendering my freedom and marrying a man I despised. And above all else, I wanted those I loved to be safe from harm. After a moment of agonizing contemplation, I looked up, forcing a small smile. "Alright, Ricardo. I agree to your proposal." His eyes lit up with a twisted delight. "Are you being genuine?" he probed, leaning closer. I nodded, suppressing the urge to cringe. "Yes, Ricardo. I'll be your wife." As the words escaped my lips, I felt a profound sense of betrayal; I'd betrayed my love for Aiden. But if there was anything I had learned in the past month in the mafia world, it was that survival was the only