Maribel X Bruno Novels & Stories

It's almost a whisper. "Now, choose. Where is your loyalty, Mariella?" "Please..." Mariella shakes her head. She doesn't want to choose between two precious people in her life. "You'll shoot her or I'll shoot you?" Mariella feels the pang inside her chest. He’s not kidding while uttering those words. He’s cruel… indeed a cold-hearted Mafia Boss. "Tesoro mio, don't ---" "Choose. I'm being impatient." "Tesoro---" "Stop the drama. You're making me puke." Mirabella gives her full strength and pulls the gun from one of Leo's men. She points it to Mariella and plans to shoot her sister but Leo is quick to move and protect his wife.

“Yeah, no. Try again.” “I said I’m fine.” Bree wasn’t buying it. She walked over, set the champagne down, and placed both hands on my shoulders. “You’re freaking out babe.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. Bree smirked. “I mean, it’s not every day you get married twice to the same man.” I groaned. “Bree.” “What?” She grinned. “I’m just saying, you and Cristiano are already married. This is just the remix.”

"She made quite an impression, I must say." I busied myself with pouring another drink, avoiding Venezio's gaze as best as I could but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. "The question is, what's the prideful Lilianna Bruno doing here, playing servant?" Venezio taunted with a smirk. "She works for me now," Marco retorted, his tone laced with authority as the other servers brought out the appetizers. Venezio chuckled darkly, his eyes flickering with malice. "Is that what's left of the esteemed Bruno family after the Cosa Nostra burned them into the ground?"

Cleaned his name while someone else fed Hugh the knife. “This is bad,” Bruno said softly. She swallowed. “You did not see this.” He straightened. “I did not help you.” She closed the file, backed away from the computer like it could bite her. Bruno grabbed her arm. “Hey. Iris. Listen to me.” She looked at him. “If you are in something deeper than sex with a rich mafia criminal aside from marriage, you tell me now.” She forced a smile. “You are dramatic.” “I am alive,” he replied. “There is a difference.”

****** Author’s note It’s going to get darker from this chapter forward, this book is a dark romance, so fasten your seatbelt. Bruno, the red flag is forcefully wedding Isabella. Poor Isabella, I feel so bad for her. Her late husband’s body isn’t cold yet and his brother is already claiming her. Bruno is fulfilling Diego’s last wish but he’s doing it wrongly. He needs to calm down. Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved……

One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a white handkerchief for some reason, he kept on trying to get it close to Mara's face but she kept on rotating her head like a standing fan and she slowly reached into her pocket to bring out a small, flat perfume bottle only to spray both of them in the face. "Ahh!" They both yelped in pain and rubbed their eyes. "Next time when you try to kidnap someone, make sure you know the right tactics" Mara picked up a stick which was beside her and began to beat them both before she ran away. They couldn't see for almost 15 minutes and Mara had already gotten too far from their reach, with all their bruises they managed to get themselves off

"Where's Luigi?" "Luigi is asleep, Don. May I help you instead?" He shook his head. "No. Grazie, Lucia." (No. Thank you, Lucia.) "Don, may I ask who the girl on your arm is?" "Sí." Mariano looked at me and smiled. "This is my Isabelle." Such a nice way for introduction. "Oh." She smiled. "Ciao." She looked at me and nodded politely. (Hello) "Hello." I said back.

Brianna's POV “You're joking right?“ She had this unbelievable look on. She probably thinks I'm lying even though I don't believe that I've been married to him and I'm expecting his child. “I'm telling you the truth Serena, I'm his wife, we got married three months ago in America.“ I explained to her She still stared at me in disbelief. I took my phone from my bag, my phone's wallpaper was a picture of I and Diego, he had me wrapped in his hand and placed a kiss on my cheek,we took the picture so we could show granny that things were fine with us

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

The moment I pushed open the door of the bridal boutique, the sight before me froze the blood in my veins. My fiancé—Dominic Corleone—had his arm draped lazily around Liliane Russell, the childhood friend who’d never learned where her place was. They were laughing, his hand resting possessively on her waist as if he was her man. When Dominic finally lifted his gaze and saw me standing there, he didn’t even flinch. The corner of his mouth curled in a smirk, but he didn’t bother to move his arm away.