The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV || If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.

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 smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers. The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end… .Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

I swallowed my pride and whispered, “I won’t.” --- Minutes later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Lorenzo's room. Three gowns lay across the bed. All expensive. All glamorous. All screaming Mafia wife. And I hated that a part of me didn’t hate them. Because somehow, I was actually going to do this. I was going to host a fucking mafia party. Smile at criminals. Pour wine for men who probably had blood on their shoes. Play the good little wife for the man who might’ve loved my sister—or maybe destroyed her.