Novel & Cerita The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

But the image of the Mafia boss, flashed in my mind. If I destroyed the dress, he wouldn’t just tear me apart he would tear my family apart too. A presence in the room startled me. I turned and found Mother standing at the door. We locked eyes for a long moment. No words, just silence heavy enough to suffocate me. Finally, she spoke. “Do you want to try the dress?” she asked quietly. I shook my head. “Come on, Melie,” she coaxed, forcing a smile. “That’s what brides do before their big day.”

Even if I dressed in yellow sundresses and wore bows in my hair, the men around me would always see the sharp edge beneath the silk. So I packed a bag. Nothing flashy. No designer clothes. I tucked my real ID into a locked drawer and printed a new one. Clean. Civilian. I became Gilda Romano, a simple girl from a seaside town near Naples. I had studied psychology and worked as a floral assistant in my aunt’s shop. I liked lavender tea and poetry. I hated guns. I didn’t know what the mafia even really did, only what I’d seen on the news. I became someone else.

Finally, he was rib of the problem that had plagued this household for the last few months, ruining the chance of his Capo’s happy and prosperous marriage with Rosanna Donatello. She was the perfect woman for this family. A woman born and bred into the Donatello famiglia. She may not be a noble born. But she was a noble woman of high stature and a respectable young lady who had been trained to be a Mafia wife right from the very beginning. She was docile and obedient. And she had an attitude. She knew how to give commands and stand next to the Capo as his left hand. A Mafia Bride was more than just a body to warm the bed and breed children. She had much to offer to the table and the Donatell

No doubts, the Villa screamed wealth. “Hello damsel.” She turned to her side to see a man, dressed in a double-breasted suit—a dress code she observed was similar to the men inside. But what was he doing there? “I'm Felix Carrillo and, just like your husband, I'm a Mafia underboss.” He introduced, but Lillian didn't see the necessity, so she didn't bother to reply. He raised an eyebrow after a while, “Wouldn't you introduce yourself?” “I'm sorry, but I'm not actually conversant with strangers.” Lillian replied as politely as she could, but he only chuckled, not planning to give up.

Jayden's voice had become hoarse this time and he also pointed his index finger at her as Ivy only stared in fear. One of the Mafia rules was that, they don't fall in love as it weakens their mind. However, if they decide to get married with the purpose of procreation, the bride is picked by the Mafia elders after they must have conducted a meeting. The bride in question, must be someone who hasn't been seen by the groom and neither has the bride met the groom. Jayden's father was desperate for a grandchild, he needed to see his grandchildren before dying as he had an illness which could take his life anytime. It was so unfortunate that his efforts were in vain, now Jayden is the one suffer

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, the heir to the Mafia, told me to give my title to another woman and become his mistress. So I left my wedding gown on the floor and chose to marry the Don. If I couldn't be his wife, I would become his Madre. "Miss, Mr. Lorenzo is here," our maid, Maria, announced as she pushed the door open, her voice trembling with excitement. A personal visit from the heir was an honor.

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.”

"She's married now to one if the country's powerful man." "I didn't peg her for the type to get married before her sister, Alecia has always been the lover." she chuckled slightly. An image of Valentina in a wedding dress at the back of her mind. It was a sad thing that she missed her daughter's wedding. The responsible one for that matter. "Capo sold her off.” Georgia deadpanned. “When the debt was too much he found someone to help in exchange to marry Miss Alecia off to him.” “What?!!”