The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

The warmth of the night before seemed like a distant dream now, replaced by a cold, harsh reality. Just then, her phone suddenly rang. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of suspicion creeping in. She answered the call, her voice shaky. "Hello?" "Miss Claire," the deep, familiar voice of Big John, the hefty man came through the line. "I trust you have had time to consider Don Lucas’ proposal." “Don? Am I dealing with the mafia?” Claire thought in fear. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. "Y-yes, I have."

One of them said, smiling at him. His name was Massimo. It sounded like a mafia name. Was he a mafia boss? Oh, no. No way. He held my hand as we entered the hall, Luca was behind us. “Massimo is here!” Someone screamed from the crowd. “Mama!” That same voice called again. His hands wouldn't leave mine even though I felt so uncomfortable. “You're about to meet my family, Freckles. You are my wife now. Your mother's bills are sorted already. Just act normal.” He leaned down to whisper these disgusting words into my ears. I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard.

"First, you fake grace, now you act all virtuous? Haven't you always wanted me to touch you? Don't come crawling into my bed later, begging me to ignore how much you disgust me." I couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "I'll say it again, Mr. Carlo. Show some respect. I never said I'd marry you." As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. A wave of laughter erupted soon after. "Oh really? Then who are you going to marry? Everyone in the Velmont underworld knows how you've been obsessed with me. Who else would even want you?" He paused, as if a thought had just struck him. "Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind."

Vultures perfumed with Chanel. She wore black—not out of mourning, but as a warning. The dress hugged her frame like a forged shell, sculpted to intimidate as much as it seduced. Her dark hair had been braided into an intricate crown, woven with tiny pins that gleamed like steel. Her lips, painted in a deep matte crimson, looked like they’d been kissed by the mouth of war. She didn’t blink. Didn’t falter. Every inch of her radiated the truth: she was no longer anyone’s pawn. She was the mafia bride. And she had teeth.

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

He growled when he saw that. “Bend over,” he said. She turned around. Bent over the table. Her breasts pressed against the cool wood. Mikhail slapped her ass. Light but sharp. She gasped. “Say it,” he said. “I belong only to Misha.” “I belong only to Misha,” she moaned. He slapped her again. Then pushed inside her in one hard thrust. Bella cried out. “Fuck…” He fucked her rough. Deep. His hips slammed against her ass with every thrust.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

You must be wondering why the colour red, my dear husband decided that red looks good on me, and it is a symbol for blood, so rivals would know better than to attack. It is a stunning gown in deep crimson, adorned with intricate black lace and shimmering sequins. The dress has a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating my curves, with a dramatic mermaid-style skirt that cascades into a long train. The neckline is a daring plunge, adorned with a delicate black lace choker. The sleeves are sheer, with lace detailing and elegant button accents. To complete the look, I will be wearing a black veil, embellished with dark red roses, and carries a bouquet of deep red roses and black feathers. It's a t

Handsome, yes, but there was more—something wild, something deadly. And I liked it. His eyes were the first thing that struck me. Dark brown, almost black when he narrowed them. That day, they had turned fully black. A man had accidentally shoved him in the hallway during the meeting. It should’ve ended in a simple curse word or maybe a warning glare—but no, Alexandro had pulled out a gun and shot him in the thigh. Just like that. Cold. Fast. Merciless. And yet, somehow, I was fascinated. People screamed. The man cried on the floor, blood staining the tiles beneath him.But Alexandro didn’t even blink. He just slipped the gun back into his jacket and turned back to his father like nothing had

Pete didn’t thought Maria would actually use his words, but he still plays along. Pete nods and their eyes lock. Pete can see the sincerity in Blaire’s eyes. He’s mesmerized by those big shiny eyes. Mariah witnesses something special happening between the two but is unsure if it’s right because even though Pete is a nice guy, he’s still a part of mafia world. Mariah clears her throat and they both break their eye contact. Blaire’s cheeks turn red and Pete looked embarrassed as well.