The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—hungry eyes locked on me. Simona was Umberto Mancini’s daughter. Drago’s closest ally and sort of my fiancé, even if nothing was official yet. The old man was hellbent on marrying me off to her and tying our families in a neat little bow of power and bloodlines. The classic mafia fairytale.

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only here because I have something to say. First, never call me again. And don’t you dare ask about my father—you lost that right long ago.” Beatrice smiled, unfazed. “Are you done?” She slid a file across the table. Marianna glanced at it with disgust. “What the hell is this?” She opened it. “A marriage certificate?” she spat. “What the hell does this have to do with me?” Beatrice took her hands. “Congratulations, darling. You’re getting married.” Marianna burst into laughter. “You’ve lost your mind. You must be confusing me with Luna. Why the hell is my name on this?”

“Yes, I know your little secret. Everyone should. Your marriage is nothing more than a contract. A deal. Nothing real.” Her words landed like a slap. The jeers around us grew sharper, whispers clawing at my skin. I clenched my teeth, refusing to answer, refusing to give her the pleasure of seeing me crack. And then— “Yes.” Lorenzo’s voice cut clean through the noise. Strong, steady. All heads turned as he stepped into view, his gaze fixed on Isabella. “Yes, it was a contract marriage.” The crowd erupted again, but he didn’t flinch. His presence silenced half of them without effort. Then his eyes shifted to me, telling me he was there with me.

“Do you, Isabella Russo, take Dominic Luciano Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Bella hesitated, her throat tightening. Her gaze flickered to Dominic, whose expression remained impassive. Her lips trembled as she glanced at her father, who avoided her eyes, and then at her sister, who gave her an encouraging but tearful nod. “I... I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The priest turned to Dominic. “And do you, Dominic Luciano Moretti, take Isabella Russo to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, i

His voice struck me like lightning striking at the speed of light. So that was it? That was what he ever wanted from me and nothing more. I thought I had nothing left but I remembered now that I actually had a mafia family asset. I forgot that was one of the reasons why I agreed to get married to him in the first place. “Bu-", “The point of the contract marriage was to lock in my chances of getting the asset from my dear wife. Whatever is yours is mine, right?” He grinned devilishly. I felt something cold trickle down my spine.

“Angel, no one embarrasses me. And definitely not you. You’re Sofia Morelli now. Let them be the ones who are nervous.” Sofia managed a smile, but her thoughts ran wild. She didn’t belong in this world—not next to a man like him. The power, the charm, the way everyone stared when he walked into a room. She was just... temporary. A three-year contract bride. Nothing more. The car slowed. Leonardo touched her cheek, gently. “We’re here,” he said. “You okay?” She nodded. He stepped out and helped her down, keeping their hands linked. As they approached the entrance, a wall of paparazzi exploded into flashes and shouts. Sofia instinctively tightened her grip on him.

“Oh thank you, can we leave now, “ I said and walked out, while they walked behind me. We got to the venue, waiting for the bride to arrive. I feel happy for these guys. I heard they married for love, I mean she is kind of lucky. Except for the fact that she’s marrying into a Mafia family, I wonder if she knows. A few minutes later, the bride arrives and while she was working, I whispered to Anthony “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” He looked at me, his face showed a lot of emotions but I couldn’t help but notice how pissed he looks. “ Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a we