Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

Marcello held her gaze. “I have an idea.” Something in his tone made her stomach tighten. “Tell me,” she said. A brief silence passed. Then he said it. “Your sister.” The word hit harder than she expected. Bianca. Even after everything… even after the betrayal, the humiliation, the lies… Alessia had tried not to think about her. Not to feel. But now… “She wouldn’t dare,” Alessia whispered. Marcello’s eyes darkened. “She already has,” he said.

I asked quietly. Michael chuckled lightly. “Who doesn’t? They controlled all four corners of the mafia world—alongside the family of his best friend.” I turned sharply. “His best friend?” “Yes, boss. Didn’t you know?” I shook my head. Michael smiled faintly. “Then you didn’t know them well. Alessandra was betrothed to the son of her father’s closest ally.” My fingers curled slowly. “Before the massacre,” he continued, “rumors said there was a major fallout. The father supposedly tried to end the engagement. No one knows if it happened.”

I retorted shaking my head. She laughs at look of pure shock on my face. Then proceeded to collect the curling iron from my hand, placing it neatly on the table. “How did you think I came to be their second mother? After my sister passed away, Alonzo, former boss of Chicago suggested my father gave me to Thomas as replacement for my sister after my fiancée died. I looked like my sister enough, Thomas agreed.” “Oh Eva, I’m sorry” I tell her. Most woman in the mafia never marry for love, I didn’t. but to be taken as a replacement, it's just terrible.

I hate James with every fiber of my body, I will still kill him, I will avenge all the children he kidnapped, murdered and sold their organs to. “What about the deal? She is his fiancée!” Dominic softens. I roll my eyes, I know that my father and he made a deal, his granddaughter, even though she was the daughter of a man of low value in the mafia, was also the daughter of the princess and since Marieta was no longer a virgin, to marry my brother Matteo, they agreed to marry the girl in her womb to me and thus maintain the alliance between the families, but I was always against it, and even after twenty-four years, I still don't even want to know this girl's name.

The moment realization struck, the pain in my chest left me scarcely able to breathe. Rocco didn't know that I was the real daughter of the Leones, the largest mafia family in the country. He had no clue that my relationship with him was meant to be a bet. Back then, I'd fallen hopelessly in love with him and insisted on marrying him. Ciaran Leone, my older brother, refused to agree to it. He said Rocco wasn't good enough for me, so I made a bet with him. I asked him to give me five years. If Rocco continued to love me and dote on me throughout all five years, he would have to agree to let us get married.

“You know Bianca needs this marriage, yet you still want to sign first. When did you become this cruel?” I did not pull away. “What if I die without it too?” She hesitated. “What if I’m the same as her?” Her doubt vanished almost immediately. “Don’t imitate your sister.” My father entered and closed the door behind him. “The De Lucas saw Bianca’s heart stop, and they saw her wake after Matteo promised to marry her.” His tone was as calm as it was during a family ruling. “This marriage will proceed.” “Because of the alliance?” “And because she is your sister.”

This is getting interesting " she adjusted her sitting position. "I met a young lady ,we fell in love. She wanted to establish my knowledge into money. I was in a place that I would do anything to make sure I own her, that she remains mine. I informed my brothers ,after years of no communication with them, I told them my research findings. They insisted I should get her involve if that was her idea "told her and she agreed. She later insisted we cut ties with my brothers. I actually did. I left Naples and proposed to her, it got complicated after that "

He leaned back in the chair with a laugh, “I mean look at her. Sitting pretty without a fucking scratch! One would think she came from a nail appointment and not a shootout!” “Today’s meeting is simple,” Marco said suddenly. “Everyone here is about to witness my sister, Sofia Bianchi, get betrothed to Adrian Morreti. I think we should focus on that instead of baseless accusations!” He dropped the bomb like it meant nothing. All the blood drained from my face. My stomach twisted, and my breathing became a struggle.

Because as far as I know, when a female mafia boss marries another mafia boss, she has to pass her position to her closest relative. And that means that my position as Mafia Heiress will go to Savienna. That doesn't concern me though, as long as the important thing is that they are all safe. "Are you okay with this? That I marry you first in the organization and not in front of the altar?" He asked me. "It's not a big deal Saint, the important thing is that we're getting married. And it's us in the end." I said smiling, he cupped my face and planted some kisses on my forehead.

CHAPTER 5: Elara's Perspective The days following my father's arrest were a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities. With Viktor Vasiliev detained, the weight of the family's legacy fell squarely on my shoulders. The once-formidable Vasiliev Mafia now looked to me for guidance, and I was determined not to let them down. Damian and I spent countless hours strategizing, working to stabilize our operations and reassure our allies. Our marriage, initially a union of convenience, had evolved into a partnership built on mutual respect and shared goals. Together, we faced the challenges that threatened to dismantle everything our families had built.