The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

He smirks but says nothing as he begins to walk out of the closet and I follow him hot on his heels. “So….does that mean that I’m in the mafia now? I ask, peeking from behind him. He glances down at me and releases a frustrated sigh. “Fine-” I squeal in excitement, hugging him tightly. “But you’re not officially in yet, you still have to say the omerta oath and get the Bernadi’s tattoo.” He states, halting my excitement. I nod furiously still happy that he finally accepted. Quickly, I dressed in my nightwear and climbed into bed. “About what happened at the pool today….”

His head starts to bleed, Lauren and he look up and show their nightmare in front of them. It was none other than Brandon, coming inside with his man behind him holding his gun in his right hand, glaring towards Ken dangerously like he will kill this family and kidnap Claire for himself. Enough of this good boy image now, it's time for handling the matter in his ways…..in Bratt ways. .. He smirked. .... And it's here. Our mafia man is here to get his love.

Please readers am sorry but I have to post this side story before posting the continuation of the main book. Am having a writer's sickness so please. Title: My mafia bride: My Mistress Genre: Mafia Troupe: revenge, contract marriage, sold, b×g Blurb: " I can't be sold,even be given to him for free" I said with fake tears rolling from my eyes. " I killed your father and mother for this so you can't spoil it " Uncle Dave says into my ears quietly.

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.

Not even me, if it means hurting you. The city lights outside flickered against the glass walls, but inside the room, time seemed to slow. The ruthless mafia king — MADVIPER — lay silently, holding his wife close, his heart beating slower and steadier than it had in years. And without realizing it, his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer as if he needed this moment more than air. . The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft golden streaks across the dark room. The city beyond was still wrapped in a sleepy haze, but inside the penthouse bedroom, silence reigned — broken only by the faint rhythm of breathing.

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.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal. The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti. The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unr