The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

He held me like one might hold a delicate vase—something to be handled carefully, but without affection. The hollow ache that had settled in my chest spread further, consuming every part of me. The urge to scream, to resist, to cry, had burned out long before now, leaving behind a cold, numbing resignation. And so, in a matter of moments, my identity was stripped away. I was no longer Beatrice Carbone, granddaughter of Giorgio Carbone. I became Beatrice Morunaga. The wife of Ryuu Morunaga. The possession of a mafia kingpin.

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

Blake said in a cold voice. "Me? Alone?" Garaine gulped, feeling a sudden wave of fear sweeping across her. "Yes." Blake's cold emotionless eye gaze, which was screaming that she had no other option, fell on her. "Mr Turner, how can she alo-" "She is Weylin Turner's wife and a member of the Mafia family," Blake spoke, interrupting Lucia. "If she cannot manage simple things like this, then she shouldn't have married a mafia leader." "O-okay." Garaine nodded, biting her inner cheek.

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

"She could have been saved, if he had just taken her to the hospital. But…" A loud scream interrupted them. "If it's true," the young guard said. "Then that girl must have meant something to Hwang Joonjae." "Who knows," Lee sighed. "All I can say is this. Whoever will anger the most dangerous Mafia lord of this country, is bound to a life worse than death." …. Inside the room, the bearded man cowered in fright. The handsome man towered in front of him, unaffected by the pungent smell or state of the room. The sight of him made the bearded man shiver.

"You are such a selfish, arrogant and rude personDon't you have a heart???. No one's gonna love or marry a person like you." "Why don't you look at yourself first before judging another person???, You are a stupid and rufey lady who don't know how to speak to people, First learn how to speak I would never marry a person like you and even if you were the last person left on earth I would never marry you." Suddenly two guards headed towards me, I left his hand because I didn't want any trouble. If I get into any trouble my step mother would take advantage of it. So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger.

What's taking her so long! Luca, my first-in-command, my most trusted and my only friend entered the hallway and passed me a drink. We grew up together, and he, too, belongs to a mafia family but a different type of mafia, like the one that kills and cleans up the mess. I could never count how many people Luca would've killed and I'm sure he doesn't know the number as well. “Your new bride isn't here yet!?” Luca asks, smirking. “ Her father said she needed to get her stuff from the house.” I shrugged and took a sip from the glass.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”