The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

“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

Blondie hissed. “I demand a lawyer. He would know whether or not it is right for me to die. Wait, the mafia allows you to get your own attorney right?” I asked tilting my head. Blondie grinded his teeth “We are NOT from the mafia” he snarled at me. I smirked. “So you are escorts? Oh okay. Well I see you like it rough. Role play and all, good job. You get an A+ for acting, but I am more of a handcuff kind of girl. Makes me feel naughty, don’t you think?” I asked.

The waiter chuckled slightly, jotting it down before turning to me. “I’ll have the margherita pizza and just a glass of the mind she ordered, thanks.” Bree and Rose exchanged a look of mock disapproval. “Pizza? Really?” Rose teased. "What, I've been craving a pizza since yesterday," I said “We’ll work on you, Octavia,” Rose added with a laugh, handing her menu to the waiter. “So,” Rose began, leaning in and whispering conspiratorially as he walked away, “tell me, Bree, is it true that the mafia lifestyle is all brooding men in dark suits and endless drama?”

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

My bladder couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Miss, where do you think you’re going?” Roman grabbed me by the arm before I could take a step further. “That is not the way we’re heading,” he said. “I need to use the bathroom,” I replied, pulling my arm away. He was about to grab me again when I spoke, “You’ll leave marks on my skin, Roman. Do you want Moretti to think that I’m not your boss’s beloved daughter? If they find out I’m just someone you could easily abuse, they wouldn’t take this marriage seriously.”

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

Their eyes immediately locked with each other with a smile. He finally got his mafia bride. This was life, this was heaven for him.

The moment I have been waiting for, "yes " I replied, still holding my breath, can't believe I am married to a mafia, I knew he was holding his breath. It a challenge for both of us, " Lily, if we can't make this work we would never see each other again" he said, Finally, let out the air he has been holding for a long time. Thank you Lucian, for accepting me. He pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss .

Water droplets slid down his hair, tracing the sharp contours of his chest. What could be more captivating than the most dangerous and handsome mafia heir? It felt as though Luna had stumbled upon a fortune cookie—but its message was concealed with both hope and fear. His gaze settled on her. It was obvious she was fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips repeatedly. She looked nervous. Scared. Anxious. A playful smirk spread across his ruggedly handsome face. Slowly, he made deliberate steps toward her, the faint sound of his movements announcing his approach.