Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Contract Bride

"Heaven, it's a complicated situation. I don't owe them money; I owe them a bride." I stared at him, confusion and disbelief mingling on my face. "A bride? What are you talking about?" He took a deep breath before explaining, "Years ago, I made a deal with the Turkish mafia. They wanted a connection to our family, and in return, they offered protection and influence. The deal was sealed with an agreement that one day, I would give them a bride." My heart raced, a sense of dread settling in. "And that guy, the one who just threatened us, is he...?"

BRIAN. I was surprised to look back and find my wife walking toward a convoy and when I look clearly, it was the woman my mom had scores to settled with clear with two kids and at that moment I began to think of this is the mafia queen she said took her children from her but she can’t even fight this woman, she does not have the power to fight a woman like Claire. I knew I needed my gun right now.

A heavy look washed through her face and she slinked to the fridge, giving me some space and pouring out a glass of orange juice for herself as I pored over everything she just told me, my treacherous heart going out for a sixteen year old boy that had to grow up too soon. What he did for his sister, letting her know that it was okay to breach a contract... That was incredibly stupid of him, the only way out of a marriage contract was death in the mafia, even I knew that. But it was also sweet of him, to reassure a fifteen year old girl that he would pretty much get himself killed for her.

Most of all, I didn’t want to get married. Yes. Me, Malissa Maxford is being forced into a contract marriage with the heir of the largest global mafia syndicate. It was cold inside the white marble church; however, I was sweating in discomfort. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here just waiting for my future husband to arrive. It must have been at least a couple of hours and everyone else have gotten restless and anxious.

Alex watched as her husband cried and if it were in a different situation she would have laughed at him because he always bragged that no situation would ever make him cry in public. She looked at him as he cried and clung unto his daughter like his life depended on it. Rick and Tony watched in awe as they could not believe that Rosie was the daughter of the powerful mafia and she had also surprisingly gotten married to a Mafia. As Rosie was crying Sebastian felt his heart ache but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, it was just a release of emotions. "Dad where have you been"Rosie asked as she pulled out of the hug and wiped her tears.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

The man I loved now held another woman's hand, and I stood only a few feet away, applauding like a fool and pretending I was happy for them. The priest began the ceremony. From where the guests sat, Nicholas and Bianca must have looked like a match made in heaven - two beautiful people from powerful families, perfectly suited to stand beside one another. Before the traditional vows came the promises expected of a mafia marriage: loyalty to the family, silence before outsiders, obedience to the laws of their world, and the joining of two houses against every enemy. Nicholas and Bianca agreed to each condition without hesitation. The words made the marriage sound less like love and more like a

The crumpled envelope from last night lay on the table the gold Favino seal still half torn. Eduardo paced the room, his jaw tight. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Some stranger claiming to be Miguel’s brother shows up at the funeral and tells you you’re supposed to marry him?” Ariana, wearing an oversized robe and slippers, sat on the couch with a pillow in her lap. “That’s not just insane,” she muttered. “That’s straight-up mafia madness.” Amelia rubbed her temples, her voice low and trembling. “He said it was tradition. That in their family, the next brother inherits the wife. Like I’m… property.”

I didn’t need to read it in detail to know what this was. “What is this?” I asked, though part of me already knew. He didn’t look at me when he spoke, just kept cutting his food, taking his time. “we’ve finalized the contract,” he said, his voice calm, as if he were talking about a business deal instead of my life. “Mr. Caruso is now fine with the arrangement. This is the court marriage document. You’ll sign your part tonight.” I blinked, staring at the paper in front of me. “And then?”