Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia Novels & Stories

The little girl ( Antonio 's daughter Lucy ) which I assumed was flower girl bring the rings forward and soon my hand was outstretched and yet another lavish and expensive ring was slide sealing any hope which was left . Drake (P.O.V) Today is the day for which I waited impatiently for days . Today love will be mine my wife my queen and moreover my happiness . It makes me feel anxious a bit how she will be looking today . Oh god , that girl will be definitely my death ! Her beauty, those eyes which are so fearful but yet get scared in my presence , the way my name rolled out of her mouth only I know how hard was it for me to control myself but not more . Today she will be mine . Mine to hold

he doesn't love me. I cried harder because I wanted to marry for love and that has been taken from me. I cry because I feel like a complete gold digger and I wouldn't have gotten into a contract marriage if I had my own money,I wouldn't need to stay because he promised to pay all my loans..I cried because I have shitty taste in men , my first boyfriend sold me and the second man in my life forced me to marry him…I only attract questionable men. My mind has been a blur in days so I haven't been able to process my thoughts and it just dawn on me that I am the wife of a mafia and my life is no longer mine.i signed a deal with the devil.

She was the one that abandoned me when I needed her the most. Yet there was nothing I wanted more, than for her to be mine again, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know why I couldn’t forget her. I didn’t know why I couldn’t just bring myself to fall out of love for her. But making her mine again just didn’t seem possible. Why would she choose me… A man with involvement in the Mafia. Even though I lived a clean life… Over a billionaire of a husband? I was just chasing a dream at this point.

“I’ll never belong to you.” “Oh, but you will.” He steps closer, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You see, Shelly, I want to make sure you understand the stakes of this game. It’s not just you I’m after. It’s your brother, Sebastian.” My breath hitches at the mention of his name. The protective bond I have for him floods over me, mingling with disbelief. “What does Sebastian have to do with this?” “Everything,” Falcon replies, a venomous tone underlining his words. “I’m the reason your parents are dead. They got in my way, and I had to remove the obstacle. Just like I plan to remove your precious brother the so called Mafia boss."

Was he unkind? He had broken a man's neck. He will be the mob boss in New York. I whispered, "Father,Please don't make me marry that man," I begged. Father's face became more serious. "You'll wed Damon Vitiello. On that, Salvatore, his father, and I shook hands. You'll treat him well as a wife and act like a proper lady when you see him for the engagement celebrations." "Engagement celebration?" I repeated. My speech seemed far away, like though a fog had obscured my ears.

He gives me a smirk before raising the fork to my mouth again, "If that's what you want then we'll have our wedding in four days." I let out a sigh, slowly chewing the cake before swallowing. I can't believe Alessandro and I are marrying each other in just four days. Who would've thought that me, a girl who used to get abused and had to raise her sister as her own daughter would be marrying the boss of a mafia. He raises another piece to my mouth and just as I open my mouth to eat it, he purposely drops it onto my thigh. With a smirk on his face, he slides the fork on my thigh, a line of chocolate now covering my skin. Putting the fork down, he lowers his head before slowly dragging his tong

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

"And it seems like she has a good impression on you." "She is way too sweet and innocent," Weylin smiled gently upon reminiscing her gentle smile, her soft voice, and her kind gestures. "I don't want to deceive her but I have no other option." Man! This is crazy! Jace thought, seeing his friend smiling like a fool. He just met with his crush and now he is smiling like an idiot. Garaine Jones, just what did you do to my friend? The cold, heartless mafia leader is smiling like a fool in love.

He quickly found it and passed it to me over the counter. “I’d like a Glock, a seventeen if possible,” Valentina chimed in, surprising Greg. His eyes widened as he looked at me for guidance. “Before you say something inappropriate about women and kitchens, Greg, I suggest you don’t. This is my wife and the Don of the Italian mafia, Mrs. Moretti,” I replied, keeping my gaze steady. Valentina smirked and nodded in agreement. Greg looked shocked and stumbled over his words. “Ah, sure. How many rounds would you like, Mrs. Moretti? ” I could see the excitement in Valentina’s eyes. “Two for now,” she said.

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”