Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."

I just had to leave. It is so hard trying to be fine when you know your entire life is falling apart and there is nothing you can do about it. I never wanted to get married into the mafia but fate has a way of working out your life for you. And now that I am married to a mafia Don, I have faced murderous brothers inlaw's, jealous sister inlaw's, near rape incidents, threats to my life... As I recounted each frightful experience, tears brewed up in my eyes. Lord what is...

And now, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen for his wife. And I was going to get everything from him. Starting from his pretty little bride. Lorenzo I ran my hand through my face for the hundredth time while calling myself fifty types of stupido for almost giving in to the strong urge to kiss her. What was it about her that had me losing control so easily? This marriage was just for me to claim complete ownership of the Mafia. There was not going to be any emotions involved. And I'll have to make sure of that.

"What could possibly be worth trading his daughter?" Rafael paused at the door, glancing back with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "His life. His empire. Everything he's built. Its either you or that." He tilted his head. "You should be flattered, Seraphina. He values you quite highly." The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my new reality. I am getting married. To Rafael DeLuca. The man I loathed.

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV || If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.

she returned the kit and tilted her head, “rest well, Valentina.” And immediately I was all alone. Every scene from yesterday flashed in my eyes immediately. Camila escaped, leaving me. Dad used me as a collateral and here I was married to a Don that didn't even care enough to introduce me to the house. What was I even saying? Did I expect that from a mafia Don? A bitter laugh left me as I adjusted on the bed. Why did Nikolai marry me? What was I about to be used for? To give him heirs? Or something worse?