Mafia Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

Can’t look like monsters if you’re saving sick kids. “Fine,” I say. “Fine,” he echoes, and something that might be amusing flickers across his face. “Your stylist arrives at two. Hair and makeup at four. We leave at six. Don’t be late.” The dress is beautiful and I hate it. Deep red silk, cut to fit perfectly, with a neckline that’s modest but somehow still suggestive. Elegant. Expensive. Exactly the kind of thing a mafia wife would wear to show off her husband’s wealth and power.

“I’m not letting anything take you from me, Isabella. Not now. Not ever.” We stayed like that until the sun climbed higher. Plans were made. Invitations sent. Security tripled. I tried on a simple white dress Lena brought me, elegant, fitted, with a high slit for easy movement. Practical for a mafia wedding. When I showed Damien, his eyes darkened with heat. “You look like sin and salvation.” I climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap, careful of his wounds. “Three days. Then I’m yours completely.” His hands gripped my thighs. “You’re already mine. This just makes it official.”

I just prayed Viv wasn’t on my bed by the time I got back so I could wallow in my misery alone and re-strategize. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know what to expect of Mafia wedding, a few guns and grenades and possibly blood was up on the list but nothing prepared me for the beauty i walked into, it felt like I’d been transported to another realm. The men in their expensive tuxedos and the women looking like they all stepped out of a model magazine. Hair lush, skin smooth and dewy, make up well set and dresses surprisingly modest. We were a sharp contrast to them in our skimpy black dress with garter belts hanging out, panty hose and pointy stilettos to match.

Agreeing with Cecelia, she replied. "I think that will be fine. You'll be on top of it all since you're well experienced." Cecelia let out a squeal, happily clapping her hands together. "That leaves us with just the wedding dress. Uhm... from what I've heard, the Bernardis have a custom-made dress that has been passed down from generation to generation. It symbolizes the bride's intention to be their future queen and rule beside her husband, the mafia king." Cara raised a brow at the news. "Oh really?"

He says getting up and leaving without a care in the goddamn world. Men I tell you. I sat up in bed then went to go get ready for the day. I shower, dry my hair, straighten my dark red locks, dress myself in some decent attire and I'm ready. An hour later she came and picked me up to go to the dress shop. I wasn't given very many good options so I picked a strapless plain white dress with a 5 foot train on the end of it. Apparently if. you're marrying into the mafia, your dress options become very limited.

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

What if the mafia gangs got to him before the cops did? “I trust you, Matteo. I’m sure it will happen soon. Will I get to wear a wedding dress even?” “What type of dress do you want? We can get one when we marry again. Right?” His heart felt heavy as he watched her scroll through her phone. “Here. I want something like this,” she says, showing him a beautiful lace and tulle embellished gown. “It’s good. I’ll buy it for you when we are free from all this.” She smiled and kissed him gently.

Author's POV "Are we really doing this?" Yang asked him in disbelief. "Shopping! Seriously? That too bridal shopping?" "Shut up!" Damon groaned annoyed by his questions and wore his jacket. "Groom's shopping isn't really difficult, we just need to get you dresses which are matching to bridal clothes. And I have already transferred half of the wedding expenses to Maya's account. We are sorted..." Yang exclaimed. "We are mafia, bro... We don't go shopping!"

My heart hammered in my chest as I stood before Mia, her words ringing in my ears like a twisted melody. Maid of honor… "Evie, darling," Mia cooed, her voice sickly sweet as she presented the bridesmaid dress to me, her eyes gleaming with false sincerity. "I'd want my daughter to be there at my wedding. Won't you do me the honor?" I stared at the dress in horror, my stomach churning with revulsion. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the room's lighting, a sickening reminder of the tangled web of deceit and manipulation that Mia had woven around us all.

You must be wondering why the colour red, my dear husband decided that red looks good on me, and it is a symbol for blood, so rivals would know better than to attack. It is a stunning gown in deep crimson, adorned with intricate black lace and shimmering sequins. The dress has a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating my curves, with a dramatic mermaid-style skirt that cascades into a long train. The neckline is a daring plunge, adorned with a delicate black lace choker. The sleeves are sheer, with lace detailing and elegant button accents. To complete the look, I will be wearing a black veil, embellished with dark red roses, and carries a bouquet of deep red roses and black feathers. It's a t