The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

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.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

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.

They kept me hidden, not wanting the other mafia dons to see me. And now, in the greatest irony of all, a mafia don was my husband. The driver opened the door, but before I could move, Nikolai grasped my hand in a warning. And I understood what he wanted from me. He helped me out of the car, and my skin burned wherever he touched me. A number of cameras flashed on our faces. Photographers, journalists, and onlookers were desperate to capture a glimpse of the ruthless Mafia King and his new bride, while Nikolai ignored them all. The flashes were too bright, making it hard to see.

He hadn’t said a single word since arriving, yet his mere presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. On one side of the aisle sat Bella’s father and sister, their faces heavy with guilt and sadness. On the other, Dominic’s family radiated power and cold detachment. The contrast was stark, and Bella felt like an outsider in her own wedding. The priest’s calm voice broke through the silence. “Do you, Isabella Russo, take Dominic Luciano Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

he said was overwhelming. I felt so small and helpless, like I had no control over anything. I quickly looked away, my eyes burning. It felt like I was losing grip on my own life, and there was nothing I could do to change it. My destiny was already set, leaving me with nothing but questions and fears that no one seemed ready to address. But Richard wasn’t finished. "What about her safety? What about—" he began, but Papa cut him off with a raised hand. "This isn’t up for debate, Richard," Papa snapped, his eyes sharp. "This is how it is. If you want to make sure your sister is safe, you’ll support her in this arrangement. No questions asked." Richard tightened his fists but stayed sil

I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night. "I can make you the Capo dei capi. Would you like to work together? "Who am I, you ask? "I am Nicole Accetta—the wife of your sole rival, Derek Church."

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