Mafia Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

She can no longer tell. The party is at the Hapsburg Hotel, the top luxury hotel in the country. Scarlett knows a lot of her old acquaintances are waiting to tear her down so she has to prepare accordingly. She is wearing a strapless black dress with a long slit up her thigh. Her hair is let loose in soft curls and she wore minimal makeup but made sure to use scarlet lipstick. Her wedding ring is sparkling on her finger and she knows she’s gonna look more beautiful than any other woman in the party.

This is unfair; life has never been fair. The preparations for the wedding took place in one of Ace Luna's mansions rather than the church. The color scheme for the wedding was black. The large hall was covered in black roses. With only pure gold and diamonds, it was exquisitely and expensively designed. Men with big guns filled the hall. There were a lot of people there, mostly criminals in disguise. In addition to addressing other wealthy individuals, Mr. Benaldo was also busy extending greetings to other people. They were all waiting to find out who the powerful mafia boss would wed.

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa.

Black dress... This is what you are supposed to wear for the mafia king's crowning ceremony. It is a sign of power and mourning for the bloodshed that leads to the throne. It is a old tradition. That's why I wore white! Because I wasn’t here to mourn. I was here to defy. The black dress sent by Marco lay in the corner of the room like a rag while I slipped into a satin white gown, which I was meant to wear on my wedding day.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

“Isn’t that Tristan Vexley? I saw him once at the Southern mafia gathering—” “He looks incredible.” “If I didn’t know today was Evan’s wedding, I’d think he was the groom.” “Shh! Don’t let Evan hear you say that!” Tristan smiled as he approached, calm and impossibly composed. “You do look stunning in this dress,” he said softly. “You have perfect taste.” I smiled back. “The dress or the woman?” he teased, extending his hand. “Both,” I said, slipping my palm into his. The moment his fingers brushed mine, a sharp tug yanked me backward.

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

I replied. "Yes, this would look really beautiful" Sofia agreed. I sat there while they worked their way on my face. When they were done, I gasped, I looked beautiful. They gave me a dark red smokey eye which popped off and set my hair up with curls hanging down. I put on my shoes and they helped me put on the dress. We drove in a Lambo to the wedding. It was located in a church. Can you imagine a mafia wedding in a church? Honestly, that's really funny. Especially since this is Otiana we are talking about.

" I smiled faintly and took a velvet box from my bag. "You mean this one?" I opened it. Inside lay a heavy gold ring, engraved with the Bellini family's lion crest. "It's too heavy," I said casually. "I don't like wearing it every day." The air went dead silent. Every pair of eyes locked onto the ring, disbelief rippling through the crowd. To them, it was impossible. The Bellini family's Donna was rumored to be a reclusive noblewoman from an ancient mafia lineage: mysterious and untouchable.