Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Five years. That’s how long it's been since my ex, Nico Falcone, broke our engagement and my family kicked me out. The next time I see him, he's married to my cousin, Bianca Rossi. He grabs my hand in secret, offering to keep me as his mistress. He has no idea I’m about to marry the most powerful Don of all: Lucas Moretti. Five years, and I’m back at the New York mafia’s annual charity gala. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. The Rossi family’s disgraced little artist?”

Kanaya pushed Gio's hand away until it let go. "Kanaya, I know you're the wife of a mafia boss, but I'm really not afraid of Lucas if he hurts you." "No one is being hurt here, Gio. I'm happy to be married to him, and you should leave here immediately. Gio, I don't want you to get into trouble with my husband. He forbids me from getting close to you or any other man, and I respect his decision." "I'm in love with you, Kanaya." Kanaya's eyes widened instantly upon hearing what Gio said.

"I know you're upset, but we're adults now. I will make everyone happy, trust me." I turned my back on him. And walked away. "I'll send a car for you in a week!" he yelled after me. "Don't keep me waiting!" I slammed the door. Bastard. The next day, I sent the necklace to the biggest charity auction in Chicago. "List the donation under the Moretti family," I told the manager. The man's face went white. "The, uh... M-Moretti family?" "That's the one," I smiled sweetly. "And make sure the story gets out. Someone tried to put a price on the Don's wife. In our world, that mistake gets you a one-way ticket to the bottom of Lake Michigan."

"I'm not buying whatever story you're selling, Charlotte. Even if the whole world was against us, I wouldn't divorce him." Her smile widened, and something predatory flickered in her eyes. "I heard you two had a loveless arranged marriage. It's only a matter of time before it gets dissolved anyway." "You don't know anything about our marriage." "Don't I?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The only reason you're still together is dead now. And since Vin is the new Don, he'll need to marry into another mafia family to consolidate power. It's how these things have always worked."

"Try having your head slammed to the floor." He sighed, then placed his arm around my shoulders before mumbling, "Scusa. This is my fault. I shouldn't have kept you hidden." I leaned against him without saying a single word. Truthfully, I hadn't married Antonio for love. He was 20 years older than me and the Don of a mafia family in Chiron. He was powerful, but his hands were stained with blood. I had married him because my family needed his protection. And he had married me because he needed a young, beautiful woman to adorn his life.

And after it was read, he kissed me as a formality. Our wedding was luxurious and cold as two mafia empires finally united. The two opposing sides of the mafia were presented at our wedding. Although it was full of fear and lies, my dad's people seemed to be happy to have me back. They probably never thought that I was alive and back as their temporary leader. Behind those tense faces, I could still see a hint of their relief. Unfortunately, despite the large number of guests, there was no chaos. I was desperately waiting for that to happen.

For the past two weeks, I had done a lot of extensive research on the man I was supposed to marry, going over any media piece I could find on him over and over again, but there was barely anything to see. The only thing I knew was that he was an elusive billionaire rumoured to have ties with the mafia. How was I supposed to go through with this marriage? The wedding bells chimed, and it dragged me out of my reverie. Raising my head, I saw that the large doors of the beautiful hall where the wedding was taking place were pulled open, and a man walked in, his steps carefree. He sauntered towards me, and my heart skipped a beat with every step that he took.

"My dear Don, you haven't even slipped the ring on my finger yet." Bruce let out a relieved breath, a smile playing on his lips that words could not quite capture, as he slid the ring onto my finger. Our marriage united our families, making us allies in a bond as strong as blood. Together, with my and Don Sullivan's vitality and capacity, we forged a new saga in mafia world.

The world outside remained complicated, and the scars of the past would never disappear entirely. But Elena no longer feared the future. She had entered Damian Moretti's world searching for her father, believing that survival was the only thing she could hope for. Instead, she had found the truth about her family, the strength to reclaim her life, and a love she had never expected. Their marriage had begun as a contract. It had survived betrayal, secrets, and a war that nearly destroyed them. And now, standing in the arms of the man she loved, Elena understood the truth that neither of them had written into their agreement. Some promises were made with signatures. The most important ones wer

It feels like a man recalculating. "Your turn," he says at last. "You said one question. That was yours. I answered nothing." "Then I'll ask mine." I fold my hands in my lap so he cannot see them shake. "Why did you marry me?" For the first time since he walked in, Luca looks away. His jaw moves once. "Because your father owed a debt," he says. "And because the old Don wanted a wife who would not cause problems." The words should hurt. They hurt less than they used to. What I notice instead is the pause before them. The half-second where he chose not to say something else.