The Mafia Bride Novels & Stories

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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.

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

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.”

Their moans mixed together. They reached the peak at the same time. Sandra collapsed on his chest. Sweat covered their bodies. He held her close. “Sleep now. Tomorrow you learn more about my empire.” Sandra closed her eyes. She was now the secret bride. Married to the mafia king. Her old life was gone. A new one full of danger and passion had begun. She did not know if she could survive it. But as Facondo’s strong arms wrapped around her, she knew one thing. She did not want to leave.

, the priest asked Leonardo. He had made to sure to tell the priest to make the ceremony short. A catholic wedding for a mafia was just to get recognized marriage certificate from the church. “I do”, he answered, looking at anywhere but Arya. “Do you take the Don, Leonardo Marcello, to be your husband?”, the priest’s voice called Arya out of her thoughts. As if she had a choice. “I do”, she said. The priest then asked for those who are against the marriage and of course, nobody spoke up.