The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

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

Dominic went back to the opened glass windows and glanced down. This was how he imagined it would be. A magical scene for his tzarina. Fuck! And he, a Mafia King was sprouting romantic bullshit left and right. The things he would do for Beauty Grace. "Yes, tzar. The wedding planners have everything under control. Our guests are starting to arrive as well." "Good. And our security?" What prompted Beau to invite the mafia leaders all over the world, he was not privy to. It was a nightmare of unimaginable proportions but he could never deny her anything.

Even the rain seemed to hush. Sumitra gasped. Aarika's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god... she walked?" Aarika whispered. "She really walked? From the road to here? In the rain?" The bride took another step forward. Her feet were blistered, and her anklet had snapped somewhere on the road. There were visible marks—raw red skin from the distance she had walked. But despite the pain, her back remained straight, her lips pressed tightly as she fought the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes.

She saw Luciano still asleep on his stomach, one arm possessively wrapped around her. Carefully, she removed his arm and slid out of the bed, wincing silently at the pain in her body. She turned her head and threw a furious gaze at her mafia ex-husband. He was truly a feral beast. She gathered her clothes from the floor and dragged her aching body to the bathroom, only to be shocked by her reflection in the mirror. God, her whole body was stained blue and purple with hickeys, and her lips were swollen and cracked from his bites. She shook her head, knowing this was inevitable—she had signed a deal with the devil.

I felt his eyes on me, but I stared at his chest, taking in his three-piece tailored black suit. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Mafia boss and the Mafia princess.” the priest began, and everything else he said after that became muffled as I felt the pressure of too many eyes on me; it felt like I was suffocating on air. “Do you, Daisy Blackwood, take Lorenzo DeLuca as your lawfully wedded husband, to stand by him through sickness and health, through pain and gladness, for better and for worse till death do you part?” the officiant asked, making me let out a deep breath. There was no going back now.

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

Blade inquired with a cold tone as she approached Marisa. "I'm Marisa," she replied, maintaining her artificial smile. Blade, unimpressed, took a seat on the nearest couch. "Marisa, do you know where you are?" she asked, her tone sharp. "Ummm... I'm in a mafia house," Marisa replied, nervously chuckling. Blade smirked and settled into the couch. "Mafia house, huh? Well, I guess you haven't heard about the Gambino family." "Ummm... I don't really know much about Mafia families," Marisa admitted, her nervous smile betraying her uncertainty.

“Back off, Felicia.” “Shut up, Scott!” The woman swatted away my bodyguard's hand to keep her at a distance from me. “Don't interrupt me! I need to teach a lesson to—” "Darcy is Boss's bride. Scolding her is the same as scolding our boss. You'd better back off so we can pass. Your time in this place is almost up," Scott stated. I smiled even though Felicia couldn't see it. I put on my glasses and mask to hide the redness on my face. I couldn't wait to take them off, but I was enjoying the view before me.