The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

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.

They kept me hidden, not wanting the other mafia dons to see me. And now, in the greatest irony of all, a mafia don was my husband. The driver opened the door, but before I could move, Nikolai grasped my hand in a warning. And I understood what he wanted from me. He helped me out of the car, and my skin burned wherever he touched me. A number of cameras flashed on our faces. Photographers, journalists, and onlookers were desperate to capture a glimpse of the ruthless Mafia King and his new bride, while Nikolai ignored them all. The flashes were too bright, making it hard to see.

“Are you crazy? You do realize that you sound like a lunatic, don’t you?” “I bought you for the same reason an Italian would buy you,” he tells me. “I want you to be a part of my family. You will be a good girl and sign the contract for me.” “I can’t even read it!” I argue, even though it’s not the only reason that would impede me from signing a contract with him. “I’m not marrying you. That’s ridiculous!” “It’s not about what you want. It’s about doing as you’re told.”

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

"Only one thing is missing." "What?" He took a box from his pocket and removed a necklace from it. It was shiny and very beautiful. "I want you to wear this, at least for today. It looks good on you." The necklace was beautiful, and I admired his kindness, but it was all a facade. It was part of his plan to introduce his bride to the family. The Don had made it clear that this contract marriage was for solidifying his business, as in the mafia, being married was well-regarded, a sign of responsibility, from what I understood.

“A friend of mine wants to donate her step brother’s eyes to a hospital so that someone can benefit from it. She was told she’s not allowed to.” “If the parents didn’t divorce and she’s legally related to the deceased then she has the right. They’re still family.” Scarlett takes out another piece of paper and shows it to him. “I also want to know how I can get out of this?” Jeffrey reads the documents and is stunned. “A contract marriage?” He gasps. “But-” “I’m tired of living with Ryder,” Scarlett lies. “It’s too much. He still has…well, he has a history with my sister and this marriage was only a sham to make her jealous. He wants her back.”

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

"I'm gonna go abroad today and hook up with some hot ghost who would take my virginity and set me free!" Joonjae laughed. "My dear wife," he said with a sarcastically sweet tone. "You're forgetting that according to our contract, adultery isn't allowed. Do that and you'll be sent right into purgatory." He pulled her cheek a little hard. "Ow!" she cried out. "I can let a foreign ghost amuse me at least!" "Try it, wifey," he said pulling her cheek harder. "In that case I'll confiscate your social media profiles and not give you any beef for the next one year."

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed