The Mafia 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

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

The ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

You are ashamed of me and you want to hand me over to a man I detest,’’ i said, trying to wriggle out of her embrace. ‘’You won't be married till you are eighteen, Bree. You still have some months to get to know him,’’ she said. ‘’I won’t..’’ She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head until our eyes met. Her eyes were determined and it terrified me. ‘’Get a grip, Bree. You know this is the mafia. You said it yourself that the mafia only takes away. You understand how things work. You’ll do it for the interest of the family.’’

After a few minutes, the noises in the room declined and I turned back to see a breathtaking scene. --------------------------------------------- Zoya's POV I am getting married today to a complete stranger and I hate him already. Because of him I have to leave my studies and my family behind. I am really not feeling much about being seperated from my family because they betrayed me by hiding the fact that my dad belonged to the mafia. I am really worried about this person because what if he abuses me,hurts me and treats me like nothing. Will I be able to trust him? What if he sells me to someone else? What if he locks me in a dungeon? Oh God I really hope he doesn't do that because i am sc

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

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”