The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

“I’ll handle it after the ceremony.” “She’s carrying your child.” Matteo looked at the veil in Bianca’s hands, but his answer did not change. “Your heart has already stopped once. I’m not risking it again.” He replaced the veil himself. “Once we’re married, I’ll find Isabella.” Bianca said nothing more. The chapel bells rang half an hour later. The guests rose as my father escorted Bianca down the aisle. She wore an ivory gown and my altered veil. My mother sat in the front row, already crying. The De Luca elders watched with satisfaction as the alliance moved forward.

She didn't have to, I didn't want her body, but I'm past being a teenager, head over heels with a person who could control my day with her mere breath, with Roseline, I'll always have my head above water I was destined for a contract marriage, it's like catching lightning the chances of finding love in the mafia. I pushed prepared contracts to her, her father had already approved of the terms, she smiled like a Cheshire cat, My heart beat was erratic, I wondered if I was making a mistake “We've come a long way, don't you think?” she smiled looking up from the papers, she looked satisfied “So, you will marry me?” “ofcourse, I always get what I want”

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

Jayden's voice had become hoarse this time and he also pointed his index finger at her as Ivy only stared in fear. One of the Mafia rules was that, they don't fall in love as it weakens their mind. However, if they decide to get married with the purpose of procreation, the bride is picked by the Mafia elders after they must have conducted a meeting. The bride in question, must be someone who hasn't been seen by the groom and neither has the bride met the groom. Jayden's father was desperate for a grandchild, he needed to see his grandchildren before dying as he had an illness which could take his life anytime. It was so unfortunate that his efforts were in vain, now Jayden is the one suffer

He left me there to read the contract and after sometime he returned clad in casuals , I guess he's not going out today . " This isn't a marriage Frederico am not your slave " I said as I threw the contract at the table . " How ? He asked and I looked at him in unbelieve. " Did you even read what you and the criminal you call a lawyer wrote in there ? Frederico there's no way I'd sign that . " You want another child the same year we get married , I'm not permitted to work outside the mafia ...? Red is gonna be homeschool ...I'm not permitted to have another friend accept Anna and if I should have a friend it had to be in the mafia ....

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.

"Honey, give you that choice." Regina was now in a hazy state of mind, she faintly overheard the conversation between the two men and knew that her current situation was very bad. Darryl Rider gives her two choices. One is that she will follow the old billionaire and accept to be his lover, live dependent on him and forever lose her freedom and innocence. The other option is for her to seek help from Darryl Rider, the most notorious mafia boss in Italy. Thus, she will have to prepare mentally to take unforeseen risks. Who doesn't know how cruel and scary Darryl is, so of course Regina is afraid of him.

Zach lowering back into his chair, Isabella's eyes flicking between Seraphina and me, calculating something I had no interest in. "There won't be a wedding," I announced and the room went still. The woman and daughter gasped. Seraphina didn't move. "Mr. De Luca, surely—” Zach started but I cut him off. "This is a contract," I said. "Not a celebration. She signs the documents and that's all that's required." I looked at Seraphina again, briefly, and watched her absorb the words without reaction — though I noted the slight release in her shoulders.

"Wait, what? No. You can't just marry me off to your son and expect he sleeps with me on the wedding night." "It's a tradition you must follow," she said, cutting me off. "It's been the mafia bikers' tradition for years. The bride and groom consummate, and the family checks the sheets. No blood, no marriage." "That's fucking insane," I murmured under my breath. "You said something?" "Nothing," I said. If it was something, I didn't want to insult their tradition because it's been known for years that they're good with traditions and ruthless to anyone who insults it.

Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.” --- **Story 11: The Contract Wife** **Chapter 1** Elena Rossi was desperate. At twenty-three, she had nothing left. Her father’s gambling debts had destroyed their family. Loan sharks were circling. The only way out was the deal her father had arranged in a panic: a marriage contract with Lorenzo Moretti — the cold, ruthless heir to one of the most powerful mafia families in the city. It was supposed to be fake. A business arrangement. Six months. Then she would be free and the debts would be wiped clean.