The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

I smiled and looked him in the eye, thankful for him being back home “you look beautiful, malyshka” “Thank you” I whispered shyly. To say that I wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Bloody hell, I wasn’t even this nervous when I was getting married, and I knew then that I was surrounded by a bunch of mafia men and women. But today was different, knowing that I was marked as Luna, marked as my husband’s wife, and marked by the hybrid, the one man feared by all. My eyes caught sight of blood on Damien’s collar “love, did you get into an argument?”

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.

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

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.

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.