The Mafia’s Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"When are you going to forget about that girl who saved you that night, sir? We'll never find her, so looking for her is pointless, sir!!" "This is not the response I was expecting from you Ryan!!!, I asked you a question, will you respond to that!!" "You don't have to worry about the business, sir, I've already taken care of everything, but you must return to work immediately, or else the other Mafia or businessmen may take advantage of this!!! We must not allow them to take advantage of this opportunity, sir. You are nearly recovered, and I believe you should return to work. There are your employees waiting for you!!"

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“Ma’am Rose, the makeup artist and hairstylist, will be here in a few minutes,” the maid informed me outside of my room. I let out a deep sigh and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, the announcement will be made that Rose is engaged to the Arrogant and Rude Heir of the Mercedes Clan, but in reality, Rose is Annalise Ysia Villareal, the Substitute Bride for her fiancé.

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

The children look so much alike that you can’t tell which brother is the father (Caught between two men). The royal eagle is also here with his Sibelle. They have a daughter. They are so happy (my submissive). I look at all these wonderful people. We form a family. They have become my family. Marianne married Marco. They are expecting a happy event. She is the happiest woman. Currently, my house is filled with people, which I have always wanted. In a month, my wedding with one of the most terrifying mafiosos in the world. But with me, he is as gentle as a lamb.

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.