The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents. Now, Delfina Poletti was officially Delfina Muraro, a twenty-one-year-old bride to a seventy-six-year-old man with an axe to grind and a point to prove. One week ago, in Ercole’s office in front of a cleric, four witnesses she was married. When she used her new cell phone to search the witnesses on the internet were all in the mafia in one way or another. She was now Ercole’s wife and he intended they were husband and wife in every sense of the word and his friends were there to enforce it if necessary.

she said, tossing me a folder, “you might want to know this before they walk in—Julia used to be engaged to the younger Armani brother. That’s her angel now.” I stared at the folder, then up at her. “She’s like a weed. Just keeps popping up.” Esther snorted. “Then we burn the whole garden.” — The meeting room was filled with tension so thick I could’ve cut it with one of Valerie’s hairpins. Ace sat beside me at the head of the long table. Across from us, Don Giovanni Armani and his son, Luca, both wore tailored suits and matching resting mafia faces. Ace introduced me formally. “My wife. Brielle.”

During the mafia family’s celebratory banquet, he approached my father and asked for Elena’s hand in marriage. Everyone said it was a perfect match. The ring was customized, and the invitations were sent out. But on the wedding day, my sister vanished. Rumor had it she ran away with a painter. Dominic locked down the entire harbor. He searched for her like a madman, slaughtering every single person who had helped her escape. That night, gunshots rang out relentlessly, and blood painted the docks red. Before it was the Vance family’s turn to face his wrath... My father solemnly handed me my sister’s wedding dress. Just like that, I was sent to Dominic’s estate in her place.

Speaking Damian's name would shift the target from Signora Russo's petty cruelty to something far more dangerous—the jealous rage of a mafia princess who'd already proven she was willing to use poison to eliminate perceived threats. "I'm sorry," I whispered instead, my voice breaking with defeat. "Please, signora. I need this job. My sister—she's sick, and the medical bills—" "Your sister?" Signora Russo's laugh was sharp and merciless. "Your sister isn't my concern. My concern is maintaining the reputation of this household, which you have thoroughly compromised with your shameless behavior." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a hiss that only I could hear. "Did you think no one woul

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

As I was reading the last paragraph, the author briefly mentioned something about the war. “Listen to this Marina: Rumors have begun to circulate that the daughter of the Bratva went missing when they visited New York. It was believed that one of the men of the mafia had kidnapped the girl as provocation. There is no confirmation if this statement is true or not however, this very well explains the sudden decision of the Bratva to attack and wage war on the mafia; Do you think that’s what truly happened?” I asked Marina after I read the last paragraph of the article. Marina was deep in thought and she didn’t seem to hear my question.

called his mother "Let's leave through the back door!" Luca said nothing.He only turned and left. Eyes followed the muscularly built up body of the Mafia Lord,Luca Genovese. Even though they were earlier agitating,they dare not even utter a sound.They could only watch the bridegroom leave in his Maybach,his bodyguard trailed behind. Back in the vestry... "Mum, let's just go back the same way we came." Leo suggested "I know you've invited your country friends.All you have to do is tell them the bride fell ill"

As soon as our car leaves the driveway my eyes drop closed and I’m asleep. Marissa and Antonio seem happy as ever with their two little babies. But Marissa’s transition from normal student to a mafia bride was much easier than Catherine’s is. I think it was good for Catherine to speak to someone who has been through almost the same as her. Please leave a comment and a vote!

I do! The priest looked at the other couple and said to the bride, "Miss Huang Xin, do you want this man to be your husband and enter into an engagement with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and remain faithful to him forever until the end of your life, regardless of illness or health or any other reason? Huang Xin replied, "I do". She shouted countless "I do" in her heart, and was so excited that she wanted to shed tears.

After a few minutes, the noises in the room declined and I turned back to see a breathtaking scene. --------------------------------------------- Zoya's POV I am getting married today to a complete stranger and I hate him already. Because of him I have to leave my studies and my family behind. I am really not feeling much about being seperated from my family because they betrayed me by hiding the fact that my dad belonged to the mafia. I am really worried about this person because what if he abuses me,hurts me and treats me like nothing. Will I be able to trust him? What if he sells me to someone else? What if he locks me in a dungeon? Oh God I really hope he doesn't do that because i am sc