Maribel X Bruno Novels & Stories

“Enough. You’ve made your point. You have no right to drag my client’s personal tragedies into this circus.” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Personal tragedies? This isn’t a soap opera, Mr. Arnoult. This is organized crime. The Bruno Family is gone, wiped off the map, and now the last of them—Lilianna and her brothers—work for Marco Costello. That’s not a coincidence. That’s survival.”

The moment I have been waiting for, "yes " I replied, still holding my breath, can't believe I am married to a mafia, I knew he was holding his breath. It a challenge for both of us, " Lily, if we can't make this work we would never see each other again" he said, Finally, let out the air he has been holding for a long time. Thank you Lucian, for accepting me. He pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss .

Marisa's face turned red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head in shame, fervently wishing that the ground would magically open up to spare her from this humiliation. Right on cue, the door made a creaking sound as Alejandro's trusted associate, Bruno, entered the room, emanating an aura of perpetual danger. Bruno had something crucial to communicate to Alejandro, but it was something he couldn't say in Marisa's presence. Instead, he used a precise system of sign language that Alejandro fully understood to convey his important message.

When her parents threatened to marry her off to a much younger businessman as they worried about the bruises that she kept having at random parts of her body, Maria eloped with her lover and never saw them again. It wasn’t too late before Maria discovered that money is important when one gets married. Mr Bindo was a pauper, only ever gambling away his money and bringing almost nothing back home. They were rich now, with the bet money, she and her husband had just begun leaving the life. Although they had planned never to have a child, Gabriella was one child Mrs Bruno the quack pharmacist concoction could not get rid of. It’s been twenty-five years now since she’s been married and unbeknowns

She was young and beautiful, and she had long, flowing hair. "Who are you?" Bruno asked. "I am Maria," the woman said. "I am De Mario's wife." She said pointing a gun at him. She's really scared as she can't steady her hands. Bruno looked at Maria, and he saw the pain in her eyes. And then he said, “Well well well.. this is getting quite interesting." "I'm sorry," Bruno said. "I didn't mean to hurt him. But your husband here has done a really really bad thing and my patience has been outrun."

"But they are dead now." Fabian hummed. "Bruno never loved his wife. He experimented on the poor woman till she died." "And his son?" "He was a spoiled child and a rapist," the man said, tone dripping with disgust. "I warned Bruno to curb that boy's excesses but he ignored me." "His son met his end at the hands of Vincent Giordano for harassing his omega." Alyssa's eyes widened. "That's Xavier's—" "Yes," Fabian confirmed. "My grandson is married to that family and Bruno is planning something."

The guards dragged him away and shielded Mario. Don Marco Abano from the Abano family, who sat nearby, rose and leveled a gun at Carmilla. "Don Brasco," Marco said, "if you can't handle women, how can you run the syndicate? Want me to take care of this trouble?" He pointed the gun at her. "Mario, I'm carrying your child! Please, save me." Carmilla pleaded. Mario's face tightened; he trembled. After a long moment, he said, "Joke's over. Put the gun down. Don't scare Carmilla."

“Are you here alone?” Before she could respond, the door opened and he walked in. The man from last night, the one she had thought was Mr F. Their eyes met and without thinking Marie ran to him. She grabbed his hands, hers shaking. “No,” she said, her voice unsteady. “I'm not here alone.” Then she kissed him to really sell it. It was reckless, but she didn’t stop. The stranger froze, but he kissed her back. Ronan stepped forward, his eyes blazing. “What the fuck Marie! You came in here with my half-brother?”

"Ah, sister-in-law, Mrs. Marcello, delightful to see you both." "What brings you here?" Rosana inquired directly, her tone laced with suspicion. "Merely a friendly visit and a discussion with your father regarding certain... matters." He adjusted his cufflinks, his response nonchalant. "What matters? And do they concern my husband's disappearance?" Alberto's expression turned icy, his words dripping with malice. "Your husband? The man responsible for your brother's and unborn child's murder?" Aria intervened, her grip on Rosana's arm gentle but firm. "Let's not engage, Rosana. Inside, now."

Even the man had a smile on his gorgeous face. “Hey, I'm Liliana, that's my brother Antonio. Alvize is our cousin.”That explained the unreal genes. “We're late.” Alvize clipped, cutting our introductions short, then he took off inside. Liliana rolled her eyes, shooting me a look. I smiled, understanding the feeling. A few hours later, I was officially Mrs. Maria Giovanni and if I couldn't believe it, the gold wedding band on my finger was proof enough for me.