Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Contract Bride

"I have no interest in touching you. That kiss at the wedding was a mistake I’m already paying for. From now on, we stay out of each other's way. You play the part of the happy fiancée when the cameras are on, and the rest of the time, you stay in your wing and keep your mouth shut." He turned to walk away, but I wasn't finished. I hadn't survived twenty-one years in the Valenti household by being quiet. "If this is just business," I called out, "then I want a contract." Dante stopped for a moment and turned slowly with his eyebrows raised. "A contract?"

Domenico signed next, then I did. Corey stepped forward as the witness and added her signature before the judge handed us the certificate. "Congratulations." Domenico took the document and nodded once while I stared at the paper in his hand. As I stared harder, the reality of it finally settled in. I was married. To a man I barely knew. I exhaled slowly. "...Well," Corey said awkwardly behind us. "Congratulations, Mrs. Vitali." I closed my eyes, letting the words hang in the air.

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with our orders, and I found myself drinking more than apple juice. “Sarah?” Vince called out, his voice low, and I lifted my bleary eyes to stare at him, where he pulled my chin up with his fingers. “You can avenge your grandmother. I'm willing to help you do it.” He said, and my gaze wavered. My heart tugged with warmth. In my life, no one had been willing to fight for me or believe in me except my late mother and grandmother. Now that my grandmother is comatose, I had not expected that there would be someone willing to stand by me. And he was none other than my contracted husband. The Mafia lord.

It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done. Is this really what my life is going to be like for the entire duration of our marriage? The contract didn’t state how long the marriage would last, so I’m guessing it will be until he gets tired of me and my child or even until he’s accomplished whatever it is that he’s hiding.

"First, you fake grace, now you act all virtuous? Haven't you always wanted me to touch you? Don't come crawling into my bed later, begging me to ignore how much you disgust me." I couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "I'll say it again, Mr. Carlo. Show some respect. I never said I'd marry you." As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. A wave of laughter erupted soon after. "Oh really? Then who are you going to marry? Everyone in the Velmont underworld knows how you've been obsessed with me. Who else would even want you?" He paused, as if a thought had just struck him. "Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind."

I couldn't touch him without risking the lives of those around me and myself. Killing Joaquin was easy. I could face the people who tried to protect him. If he died, they'd keep their mouths shut. No one wanted their name associated with the mafia boss. However, facing Sean wasn't that easy. “Congratulations on your marriage. Do you regret marrying that woman already?” Conrad taunted. “Darcy is not related to Sean. Why should I regret it?” I retorted. “Keane Cullen is your stepson,” he pointed out.

"Always the life of the party, she had her wish fulfilled when she met what she believed was the man of her dreams at an extravagant event. He was wealthy and charming, showering her with gifts. They were inseparable for a while, and my sister fell deeply in love. But then everything changed. Sasha's behavior shifted, and I pushed her to confide in me about what was wrong. One day, I saw the extensive bruising, and I threatened to tell our father if she didn't reveal the truth. It was the only time she broke down, sobbing as she confessed to me that he had started to abuse her." "That bastard!" Victor exclaimed, his anger palpable. Surprised by his outburst, I found a glimmer of courage to c

And that was what he had to find out. “I have seen some interesting brother sister talk in his encrypted emails”. Brock told. “Apparently according to her, she was promised a wedding. A contractual wedding for like a year. She wanted to feel the vibe of being the wife of a notoriously powerful mafia man. She wanted to be the butterfly on the arm, and with that came the penthouse, the farm house and two of the Mercedes. And apparently, her half brother is angry and furious on the death of her sister and also at the loss of assets.