The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

That name is illegal. She hadn’t even read the fine print. Too desperate to get her daughter cured. That’s how I learned to do business in the mafia world. I could slip anything in now. Anything. And she would be too late to object. Oh, Adriana... you’ll be mine in every way that matters. I let the contract drop back onto the desk and flexed my aching anx bloodied hand. Even through the haze of pain, the memory slithered back into my mind like a serpent…

, he asked, his arms still on the dashboard. “It's a very bad thing to be in debt to the mafia, I know that much and I would if rather that when this marriage ends, you don't come after me and ask for something impossible because you paid for my treatment,” I said raising a brow, making him laugh lightly. “Yeah?” He asked but I didn't answer, I just stared at him or rather I tried to keep my eyes from straying to his dimple that deepened with each smile. “Fine…if you insist, I'll give you something that you can do In return for me. You ready to hear it?”, his voice was lower and raspier as he said those words.

he said. I picked up the contract, throwing him a side eye. I didn't trust a word he said. I read the contract for loopholes until I finally found it. A dark chuckle slipped past my lips. I slammed the contract down on the table. "I'm not like your silly little henchmen. This contract says I'll be your property for fifteen years. Must have been a nice thought, right? To label me as property of Vittore Martinelli. It says nothing about the old contract being null. I'd still be mafia property hence once again, yours. I'm not naïve. I know the only way out of a mafia is death. I don't need your bogus contract. I'm getting out of here myself," I said my British accent thick.

he doesn't love me. I cried harder because I wanted to marry for love and that has been taken from me. I cry because I feel like a complete gold digger and I wouldn't have gotten into a contract marriage if I had my own money,I wouldn't need to stay because he promised to pay all my loans..I cried because I have shitty taste in men , my first boyfriend sold me and the second man in my life forced me to marry him…I only attract questionable men. My mind has been a blur in days so I haven't been able to process my thoughts and it just dawn on me that I am the wife of a mafia and my life is no longer mine.i signed a deal with the devil.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Now I know the reason why he can't be in love with me even though he ends up loving me it's impossible, But why me?, why must it be me? I just want to know how dating him would feel, I am not sure it's love,but I just want to know what dating a mafia would be, " let's make a deal, I be your bride for a year and if it works out then we can continue if it doesn't we go our separate ways" I said stretching my hands forward, to seal the deal. I could see the confusion in his eyes, he expected me to retreat, but this would be my new challenge, to exploring my fantasy," deal?" I persist,

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

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.

A contract was brought in by one of the devil’s boys as I called them and in the contract, it was boldly stated that I would be his pet for a year; Why does he have to remind me with this so bold statement, again. We both signed the paper and I was ordered to go take my belongings. I wasn't surprised, My father kept giving me the pleading eyes, while my step mum couldn't contain her tears. I didn't want to cry here so I tried to console them. Later that day, we went to the court where a small court wedding was organized with an attendance of just my family, my husband who I later knew to be Luca Vitiello; the Mafia Boss, and two witnesses who I assumed were his close bodyguards.

Elena replied evenly, "marriage partners should be equal. That's what wedding vows are all about—agreeing to love and nurture someone important. You can't do that if you're not partners in every sense of the word." "You're young," Beatrice said. "Everyone learns sooner or later that marriages take compromises to work. The same can be said of mafia business." "If the mafia cares so much about contracts and laws, then it should care about marital vows, too. If someone has to compromise on a vow so sacred and important, I wouldn't trust them to uphold any deal," Elena said solemnly. Elena looked briefly at Massimo. "I'm going to check on Luna," she told him. "I'll return after."