The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

That was when it became obvious that my father was selling me off, and I started agitating about the kind of deal my father must have struck to hurriedly push me away. He wouldn’t hurt me, but it’s risky to fully trust a businessman and a well-known, capricious mafia lord. Throughout the day, I was uneasy and confused. I was scared. Marriage is a thing of joy, but it becomes a business deal when there is no happiness in the family. My father wanted something simple and short—no marriage ceremony, no vows, only joining my partner at his house. Unfortunately, I had no plan on listening to him because I knew more than anyone that marriage is one occasion in a lifetime that can never be repeated

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

“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

Whatever this man is doing, it's meant to provoke me. According to the clan's law, when a new bride is welcomed by the mafia Don, they expect to glimpse her sensually. They think she's just a commodity, assuming she’s part of a contract marriage. "What?" he says sarcastically. "You’re not marrying her for love. Rules are rules." "Whatever the rules are, I don’t care. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share. She’s no slut. She’s just mine." I angrily hit the table as I feel a surge of anger boiling inside me.

The contract wasn’t there. A sick realization settled into his gut, heavier than a thousand-pound weight. He had done it. He had handed Izora the wrong contract. The marriage contract. Instead of the work agreement. Instead of something harmless, something that would have been a simple formality. Instead, he had unknowingly tied her to Kaiser Eirian, the most ruthless mafia boss in the country. “Who signed this contract?” Kaiser's voice was low, almost above a snarl, yet it was the kind of inquiry that compelled a response. That was a demand, not a plea.

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

I screamed. The image of the man I was supposed to marry before I ran away from the family almost made me vomit. He had yellowing teeth, a pot belly, and was bald. He had a reputation for only dealing with younger girls. Once his young wives got older, he sold them to brothels. Who wanted to live that kind of life? “I don’t hear Allegra complaining. In the face of you running away, she took your place and she seems to be enjoying it too.” Carlo said as he laughed. “It was the first time a man in the Mafia was grateful to have a sister as a substitute bride.”

On the other someone as sweet as she is should be blissfully unaware of the things that go on in the dark. Shit. I had no idea Carlo Toro has a daughter. And there goes me enjoying her like the zefir she reminds of, sweet, delicate, and soft. I cannot touch the daughter of my ally without severe repercussion. He would demand marriage and I would pay for it with everything he could get his greedy hands on. An odd relief comes over me to hear her speak of no man in the Outfit asking for her. Usually marriage contracts in the mafia were set at sixteen then fulfilled as soon as the girl became eighteen or finished high school. The women went straight from their father’s home to their husband’s.

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”