Mafia Sisters' Betrothals Novels & Stories

Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession 21-On My Wedding Day, My Fiancé Wanted to Take His Sister-in-Law for a Prenatal Checkup After I Burned The House Down and Faked My Death, the Two Alphas Finally Regretted It Mafia Boss’s Heir Is My Stepsister’s Son Left for dead, found by the mother I lost After the Seven-Year Contract Ended Fated Mate Isn’t Me The Forgotten Wife of the Mafia Boss

I was the proud, untamed rose of the Ferrari family. Every man around me longed to tame me. Only Lorenzo Ricci ever said, "My dear Giulia, you can run as wild as you please." His sincerity moved me, and for the first time, I sought him out. But before I could knock on his door, I heard Lorenzo's tender voice from inside. "Elsa, you promised that if I could put up with that rude, heartless Giulia for three years, you'd believe I truly didn't care that you were born out of wedlock." "The three years are up. Why won't you accept me?" A woman's sobbing voice answered, delicate and fragile. "She's so beautiful. You've probably already fallen for her. But if you dump her in front of everyone at he

And yet the very thought of standing beside another woman at the altar twisted something inside him so violently he thought he might shatter. But Alessia had walked away. Alessia had left him bleeding with her silence. And a man like Luca Morano could not afford to bleed forever. "Do it," he said finally, eyes dark with resolve. "Contact her..... Contact your distance cousin -hikky" ***** Within days, the news spread like wildfire. Luca Morano to wed mafia princess Hikky Valente in a bid for peace. The whispers filled every ballroom, every smoky club, every café that dared to breathe the Morano name.

You are my family. I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded. "I do, Ivan Vittorio." He slid a ring engraved with the family crest onto my finger. He then pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine before all the gathered mafia families. "Madeline! You can't marry him!" A battered and bruised Leonardo suddenly barged into the church. Vincent's face turned red with rage, and he immediately ordered his men to restrain Leonardo. "How dare you cause trouble at your brother’s wedding? Step down!"

The Cecil family has a century-old rule: on the day a daughter marries, her father gives her a list. It lists the names of twelve bodyguards her father has trained for her since she was a child. They will serve the bride for life as her last line of defense in her husband's household. My twin sister Valentina and I married on the same day. At the ceremony, she held the contract, which was covered in red handprints. Our father patted her shoulder. "I chose every one of them for you. If anyone mistreats my darling girl, these men will make them pay." Our mother beamed. "Valentina will always be the treasure of our family." All I received was a single flimsy, worthless sheet of paper. It didn't

he revealed and automatically my mind went to Sophie who supposedly tried to harm me the other day. My heart skipped a bit and I realised that I was getting jealous just by hearing that. "What? Who?” "Yeah. She wasn’t part of the Mafia. She was just... normal like you. Her name was Eliza. Damon’s cousin." My head snapped toward him as I couldn't believe my ears. "Damon’s cousin?" I blurted out.

Samantha asked. "Well, that superwoman is right here in front of y'all. It's her!" She exclaimed happily. "What?!!!!" The girls exclaimed in unison. "You're a female Mafia? Just like Ken?" Elina asked. "Erm... Girls, it's not what you think. Actually, I... I can explain. The situation-" "What's going on here, girls? Wait, is she the said girl Dom wants Ken to marry?" "Yes" they all answered in unison again.

If I sent her away, then I would be disrespecting the Mafia king who had set up this alliance. An alliance that had been three years in the making. It had cost blood and money and the kind of painstaking diplomacy that men in my world were not naturally built for. After much concession, the wedding had been set for today, and every significant figure in the northern syndicate had attended it. These men would rather be caught dead than find themselves at a wedding, which went to show how important this event was. If I walked into that room and announced the bride was dead and the woman standing beside me was her twin sister, there would be no recovering the evening.

The crumpled envelope from last night lay on the table the gold Favino seal still half torn. Eduardo paced the room, his jaw tight. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Some stranger claiming to be Miguel’s brother shows up at the funeral and tells you you’re supposed to marry him?” Ariana, wearing an oversized robe and slippers, sat on the couch with a pillow in her lap. “That’s not just insane,” she muttered. “That’s straight-up mafia madness.” Amelia rubbed her temples, her voice low and trembling. “He said it was tradition. That in their family, the next brother inherits the wife. Like I’m… property.”

Just a doppelgänger of her dead daughter. Then there’s the deal between Alessandro and Matteo’s father. Marcella, my half-sister, had been promised to Matteo. He claimed he loved her, but she killed herself while pregnant with another man’s child. Did she cheat? Did she love someone else? Why does the Italian Mafia place so much weight on these marriage contracts? Sophia was promised to Damian. Damian promised himself to me. And now, I’m expected to step in as a replacement; for a woman I never knew. For a promise made by a man I just found out was my father.