The Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

But her world shatters when her boyfriend betrays her, and her family forces her into a cold, arranged marriage with Cristiano Vitelli—a man she’s never met. On their wedding night, he demands an heir. The next morning, she discovers he already has a girlfriend. And soon after, she learns—he's not just a businessman. He's the ruthless Mafia King of Eastern Italy. But nothing could prepare Siena for the truth that unravels next. Her entire life was a lie. She’s not who she thinks she is. She was stolen as a child… and is the lost heiress of a powerful family.

What's taking her so long! Luca, my first-in-command, my most trusted and my only friend entered the hallway and passed me a drink. We grew up together, and he, too, belongs to a mafia family but a different type of mafia, like the one that kills and cleans up the mess. I could never count how many people Luca would've killed and I'm sure he doesn't know the number as well. “Your new bride isn't here yet!?” Luca asks, smirking. “ Her father said she needed to get her stuff from the house.” I shrugged and took a sip from the glass.

I had seen times without number, when his name would be written in the news, displaying the gory violence caused by him, the feared mafia king with no face to his name. His reputation was already brutal enough for me to even think of doubting my father’s words. And for that, the anger I felt for Alecia simmered down, diluted a bit with understanding. No one would want to marry a criminal man, most definitely in his late fifties with residing hairline and pot like belly. Yet, here I, listening to my father as he suggested I do so. “Papa,” I began, hesitantly so. “You know I can’t do that…I have a Fiance, we’ve-“

, I said, leaning even further into the couch. “Should have laid him even before the Marriage? I swear, you're lucky as fuck. He looks like something straight out of those cheesy romance books I've read. No, definitely dark romance! All of them mafia lords be looking like him! Fuck, I should write a book with the male lead as someone that looks like him!”, she said in a hurry, an excited glint in her eyes. Oh right. She was an author. “Are you seriously making a book with my husband as the main character?” I laughed.

“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

"I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..." She mocked. "And it doesn't stop there, My husband is the most dangerous mafia lord in the country. Now you tell me how to explain this to them?" Mikhail chuckled. "Interesting, we should make a movie on your life." She was on the verge of crying. "I am serious, Mikhail... I am scared!" He got up and grabbed her hand to make her sit down on the bed. "I don't think you owe them any explanation. They never cared about you." She looked at him sadly.

My hands found the blanket and pulled it up to my chin like it could protect me. "I'm Sofia. Dorian sent me." She walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. She was tall, sharp, with dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and eyes that missed nothing. "Get dressed. We start in ten minutes." "Start what?" She looked at me like I had asked a stupid question. "Self defense. You're the thirteenth wife of a mafia lord. People want you dead. Dorian wants you alive." She shrugged. "I'm the one who makes sure that happens."

My dad was disappointed and he just said he trusted us to make the right decisions. I was even more shocked when we got to Italy and she said she was quitting the job. I needed to clean my mess and throw all the garbage out of my life if I wanted to consider having Megan in my life. The short time I spent with her and knowing her I saw all the qualities that I want the mother of my future kids to have. She is the perfect person I would want as a wife. She might have started off as my wrong bride but she is definitely the correct bride for me.

“I don’t understand, why you still need to have a wedding again. You are just too rich and don’t know to spend your money.” “Aish… you…” Before he could finish, the bridal chorus started to play. Adjusting his suit for the last time, Shawn looked at the door of the church as he took another deep breath. He first saw Seo Hyeon who was dressed in white, holding a basket of flower petals as she showered them around. Behind her was Sunbin, Bella’s bridesmaid. Finally, Bella, the beautiful bride Shawn was waiting, walking slowly down the aisle in her beautiful white gown with his father by her side as she clang onto his arm while gently holding onto the bouquet with her other hand. Their eyes imm