The Mafia's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

The ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

Something flashed in his eyes and he began to say, “you have always looked at the wrong side of the mafia. So I am here to state its benefits. It will be a contract wedding. You will stay with me for the next two years. Afterwards you are free to walk out with a divorce. But this will be the thing only between you and me. My lawyer will soon see you and show you the contract. In this way this marriage will not be a burden for the both of us.” Juliet inhaled a deep breath and swallowed. Where all her ways end, his begins. There is no use arguing. The smartness was to agree to the wedding and get her requirements fulfilled. She has no say when he brings his power to exercise. It was all the ga

Now, she was trapped in a game far more dangerous than she had anticipated. But she had no choice. There was no going back now. The ink was on the paper. She was married to the mafia don. Her voice trembled, but she spoke nonetheless. "I understand." Allerick’s eyes softened just slightly, as though he were surprised by her acceptance. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he leaned forward again, his gaze sharp. "We’ll see how long that understanding lasts, Leora," he said, his voice dark and full of unspoken promises. "The real game starts now."

the other man said nervously, “you can’t keep delaying this. As the mafia lord of this city, you ought to have an heir. You know the family does not compromise when it comes to this, they’ll question your leadership if this is delayed.” “I know,” the first man snapped. “But I can’t trust any woman to just do this without creating a scandal.” “Well, then find someone who is desperate enough,” his associate muttered. “Marry her, get an heir, and after a year, you walk away. A simple contract marriage. That’s all you need.” My heart skipped a beat. A contract marriage? My mind spun. A man desperate for an heir. Money. A chance. I didn’t realize I’d shifted closer until my elbow knocked against

Each laugh, mercilessly stabbing to Yang Shuting's chest, but also stimulate her nerves. What? Impossible, absolutely impossible! How can such an arrogant and unreasonable contract be possible? Yang Shuting looked at Ling Weihao in horror and perplexity. Although it is a contractual relationship, it is an unequal contract. This man is really terrible. She stabbed violently at small operations. She gritted her teeth and stared at Ling Weihao with a hateful look . Ling Weihao dismissed her, stood up, and said coldly with her eyes, "Don t look at me like that. You didn't look at the contents of the contract properly at the beginning, which no one but you can be blamed for . In the face of money

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

"Wha..aatt are you saying.???,'' he said while his words stammered. I looked at him, and I enjoyed seeing the look on his face, not only his but the other businessmen too. "That is what you signed up forSo now as you are terminating the contract with me, pay off your loans, I didn't ask you for the money because you were my partner but now as you are not my partner, pay off all the loans." "RubbishNothing such was written in the contract." "Bella, Can you please show him this file," I looked towards her and handed her the file.

One of them said, smiling at him. His name was Massimo. It sounded like a mafia name. Was he a mafia boss? Oh, no. No way. He held my hand as we entered the hall, Luca was behind us. “Massimo is here!” Someone screamed from the crowd. “Mama!” That same voice called again. His hands wouldn't leave mine even though I felt so uncomfortable. “You're about to meet my family, Freckles. You are my wife now. Your mother's bills are sorted already. Just act normal.” He leaned down to whisper these disgusting words into my ears. I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard.

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.