The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

"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.

"When are you going to forget about that girl who saved you that night, sir? We'll never find her, so looking for her is pointless, sir!!" "This is not the response I was expecting from you Ryan!!!, I asked you a question, will you respond to that!!" "You don't have to worry about the business, sir, I've already taken care of everything, but you must return to work immediately, or else the other Mafia or businessmen may take advantage of this!!! We must not allow them to take advantage of this opportunity, sir. You are nearly recovered, and I believe you should return to work. There are your employees waiting for you!!"

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.”

Rosie voiced out to her parents as tears welled up in her eyes. "Honey don't cry,he was just selfish I am sure that he did not mean to hurt you"Alex said. "I am not sure"Rosie said as her mom Patted her head gently. Dad,I did not know you were a Mafia"Rosie said as she looked at him. "I am a Mafia you did not know because you were little when I left and it is so great to see that little girl turn onto this grown up woman"Sebastian said with a soft smile.

said Erik pointing towards the empty chair. I nodded my head and walked towards the seat. As soon as I sat the bride and groom arrived. Everyone clapped their hands. My eyes were fixed on them and the person behind them was also a couple. A tall man with cold eyes and a serious face and his partner was shorter than him. The girl had light makeup and was wearing a dark navy blue dress. Her face seemed familiar. I tried to remember where I have seen her but was not able to identify her. As she passed us suddenly I remembered it was her ‘Angee Brooke’ the one who was the biggest clue. If she was her then the man with her must be probably the Mafia King.

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

I tried to stifle a giggle, but it came out anyway. “You know mafia men treasure long hair on their brides,” Papa commented. “I’m not his bride for two years, Papa,” I stated. “Hopefully, I’m never his bride.” “Don’t start with the sass, Mia Stellina,” Papa said firmly. “Enough already, you two,” Mama chastised. “Bella just got home.” Papa ran his hand through his hair. “Truce?” He asked, holding out his hand. “Truce,” I said, shaking his hand.