The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

Artemis asked, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as a particularly pompous old Don from Chicago waddled past. Claudine snorted, a small, genuine laugh escaping her. “Oh, you know, just living the dream. One part captive, two parts trophy wife, all parts ready to set something on fire.” She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “This whole ‘mafia bride’ thing is exhausting. My feet are killing me.” Artemis let out a soft chuckle. “You look like you’re handling it.”

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

A mafia funeral is more than grief. Aunt Rosa crouched beside me, her umbrella doing little to shield either of us from the storm. Her perfume was strong, choking in the damp air. She tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear and whispered, “Isla, darling, don’t cry. You have me now. I’ll take care of you.”

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

Yang Shuting joked that Huang Xin, who is sharp-tongued and tofu-hearted, is like this, saying so on his lips, but not on his heart. At the wedding scene, the crystal chandelier radiates bright light, and a hundred flowers bloom. People invited to attend the wedding come one after another. Two grooms wearing suits greet every guest with a full smile. The guests have arrived one after another, and they are all at their seats. At this time, the wedding March lit up, and two brides wearing sacred and white wedding dresses, holding their parents' arms, slowly stepped into the wedding hall under the blessed eyes of many people, walked on the red carpet, and walked towards their bridegrooms.

Yasmine’s chest heaved as Luca forced himself between her thighs, stretching her open with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her palms pressing against his chest, trying to shove him away even as her body clenched around him. “Stop—” she gasped, twisting under him. “I don’t want this.” His mouth curled into a dark smile, his thrusts deep and merciless. “Liar. Your body betrays you, amore. You’re dripping for me.” Her nails dug into his shoulders, desperate to hurt him. “You disgust me, Luca. You’re a murderer.”

The engine was started to life, and the car slowly pulled away from the dark parking lot. The silence between us during the drive was so suffocating that I felt so uneasy. My body was tense, and I felt very uncomfortable beside him. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing properly anymore. Everything just felt so overwhelming, especially the fact that I was now Mrs. Morano. Wait! I was really Mrs. Morano! Why was it so surprising as though I never saw it coming? Maybe because I actually didn't see it coming. I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day.

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.