The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

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?!!”

I leaned closer, looking around to see if anyone was spying on us. “His name is Damien Torres.” He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Doesn’t sound so tough.” “Shhh!” I pressed my finger to his lips. “Don’t say that. He’s terrible. Mean. His nickname is the Brooklyn Devil. They say he’ll cut off your finger just for looking at him wrong.”His jaw tightened as I said that, was he scared?, would he back off from the fight? “And do you believe those rumors?” I sighed, pressing my head against his chest, his scent dizzying me more than the alcohol. “No… but I don’t know him. And I’m supposed to marry him. So… the rumors are all I have.”

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

I asked confused. “She did not,” he said while leading me out the door. “She was blackmailed. Her brother had been caught with a mafia's girl and Enrico wanted to kill him so she offered herself and her brother to be in his service to spare her brother's life and keep the information away from the man. This flash is video evidence” Luca said, grabbing my hand. Oh…he was helping someone. He led me out into the parking lot and told me to get in while he got into the driver's seat himself.

"She wasn't. Not until two days before the wedding, she was Mariana Lorenzo. Her biological father is in prison. Her mother remarried Mr. Romano." "So they changed her name to marry her off to me? Do they think I'm a fool?" "Seems like her mother forced her. She lived with her aunt most of her life." Alessandro tossed the papers aside. "Tell Frost to be ready for tomorrow's delivery."Just then, the door burst open. "What the hell, Mom?" he snapped.Mrs. Esposito stormed in. "Where's your bride?" "You mean the random kitten you dumped in my house?"

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

"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."

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

Vultures perfumed with Chanel. She wore black—not out of mourning, but as a warning. The dress hugged her frame like a forged shell, sculpted to intimidate as much as it seduced. Her dark hair had been braided into an intricate crown, woven with tiny pins that gleamed like steel. Her lips, painted in a deep matte crimson, looked like they’d been kissed by the mouth of war. She didn’t blink. Didn’t falter. Every inch of her radiated the truth: she was no longer anyone’s pawn. She was the mafia bride. And she had teeth.