The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

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

“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

"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?"

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

"Wait, what? No. You can't just marry me off to your son and expect he sleeps with me on the wedding night." "It's a tradition you must follow," she said, cutting me off. "It's been the mafia bikers' tradition for years. The bride and groom consummate, and the family checks the sheets. No blood, no marriage." "That's fucking insane," I murmured under my breath. "You said something?" "Nothing," I said. If it was something, I didn't want to insult their tradition because it's been known for years that they're good with traditions and ruthless to anyone who insults it.

He looked at them like they were fake. "You think I'm an idiot, Samantha?" he sneered, his eyes dropping to the dark purple bruise on my jaw for a split second before snapping back to my eyes. "Your family was going bankrupt. Your father's company was dead in the water. And suddenly, I wake up with a signed marriage certificate and a different girl in my bed, while the bailout funds are already sitting in your family's bank account." He reached out, his thick fingers grabbing my chin tightly. His grip didn't hurt my bones, but it pressed right against the fresh bruise my father had left. A sharp flash of pain shot through my face, and I winced, a quiet groan escaping my lips.

"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

"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 don't need the money, but I need the influence over everyone who has control in this city. "I was kidnapped by a mafia; my future husband was killed by him, and I was forced to become his wife. I refused and wanted to leave him. He allowed me to get away from him, but if I was caught by his people, then I would have to marry him." He drank after swallowing the food in his mouth. I wanted to feed him again, but he refused. "Wait a minute, what is the name of that mafia?" "Zyo," "Ignazyous Luca Ortechza?" he said in disbelief, and I shrugged my shoulders.