روايات وقصص ضمن The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride

Luca's grip on my hand tightened, a silent reminder of the threat he made. I barely even heard Luca's vows before I heard the priest’s voice. “You may kiss your bride.” I tried not to let the panic show on my face when Luca brought his lips to mine for a kiss. The room erupted in applause, and Luca's family surrounded us, offering congratulations. I felt suffocated by their genuine smiles and heartfelt wishes. These people were in a fucking mafia, how could they act like everything was normal. My eyes traveled wearily to the priest, silently wondering if he was in on it too.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

In front, Ethan has a huge grin with his eyes glued on his radiating bride. Owen’s words start playing over in my head “Rumours are he can’t wait for the honeymoon.” He is an innocent man, my motto is to never touch the innocent, but I can’t help wanting to blow his head off and take his place. I’m still rebuking my mind when Owen pulls me to the ground with his weapon drawn out. Around us, the rest of the mafia guest are also on the floor with their weapons also drawn out. The horrified screams from the groom’s family fill the hall as they all cram together on the floor covering their heads. It takes me seconds to realise what just happened. The bride is on her knees scanning around with he

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did he say. Mafia? “W-what?” I asked breathlessly. Louis inched closer, levelling his soulless eyes to mine. “The French mafia, Jospehine." "The mafia I run.”

She shrugged, avoiding my gaze. I held her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Shut your smart mouth, and listen to my rules." She didn't respond with her mouth, just a deadly look that felt like she could kill me with her eyes. "On our wedding night, according to the italian mafia rule, a bride is supposed to provide proof of her virginity and since I'm not going to be touching you, we're going to have to fight a way around that." Aurora heaved a sigh of relief. And all it made sense, she wasn't eager to sleep with me and it made me mad.

“I don’t understand, why you still need to have a wedding again. You are just too rich and don’t know to spend your money.” “Aish… you…” Before he could finish, the bridal chorus started to play. Adjusting his suit for the last time, Shawn looked at the door of the church as he took another deep breath. He first saw Seo Hyeon who was dressed in white, holding a basket of flower petals as she showered them around. Behind her was Sunbin, Bella’s bridesmaid. Finally, Bella, the beautiful bride Shawn was waiting, walking slowly down the aisle in her beautiful white gown with his father by her side as she clang onto his arm while gently holding onto the bouquet with her other hand. Their eyes imm

My breath hitched when I saw Vayden as well. He glanced at me from head to toe and smirked. "Sit with me, wife." I rolled my eyes and sat beside him. Vexon cleared his throat, "I know both of you have your issues with each other, but you know the reason. As Ruby said, we are going for a world tour tomorrow. Before we go, I want to be assured of one thing. You have to be 'lovey-dovey'—as people call it—with each other in front of the Mafia. The Gladiolus and the Blemish men cannot know that it's just a pretense."

My hair unravels from its messy bun, spiralling onto the floor in its full length. The crowd gasps all around us, but Max doesn’t break eye contact. He pulls me up and lifts me in the air in a smooth swirl before I meet gravity again. “To stop you from getting married to my sister.” “You’re too late.” “Why Iris?” I ask. “You can have practically anyone else. You are the Lord of all the mafia families in New York. You don’t need this alliance.” Max stops moving as the music slows. Our faces have gotten so close now that all it takes is one tiny move to meet his lips. His warm breath washes over my face, and my eyes flutter close on their own accord.

He is a monster, he kills people and doesn't feel guilty for it. I sat down in the chair near the vanity. I have been here only for an hour and I have already seen a dead person, who was shot by my husband. (Eww. Calling him my husband is disgusting. ) . I try to calm myself and try to forget the incident because if I were to live here my whole life, I should get used to it. It's a part of the package if you marry a person from the mafia. And I can't change my fate, I just have to accept it.