The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Stefano knew that and that was why he made the deal. Stefano continued piercing Connie's body with the knife until she died. Elisa felt like vomiting at the sight in front of her. Stefano at that moment looked like the grim reaper. His crisp white shirt was covered in blood. She felt stupid from not reading all the signs that he was in the mafia. The unspeakable business, the secrets even at the wedding reception, his side of the guests being kind of strange. Everything about him screamed something dangerous but she refused to listen and now because of her, an innocent woman has paid for it with her life.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

I said, voice calm. Her chin lifted. “You gave it to me.” “And now I’m taking it back.” “You gave it because I earned it, not because I begged.” That was her mistake. She thought I was a man who could be defied in front of my family, my men, my empire… and still be forgiven. She thought this was love. No. This is the mafia. This is war dressed in vows and veils. This is me showing her what happens when a substitute bride forgets she was never meant to wear the real ring.

All possible options to escape this wedding came to nothing. I guess I was actually marrying the mafia man. Walking down to the end of the aisle, I saw him standing there. Looking dashing and so handsome, none would ever imagine he was such a monster within. Having the normal time of a CEO but was the leader of the mafia in the country. Skipping all the formalities, the priest asks: “Do you Lorenzo Doralga, take Sarah Yama as your wife?” “Yes, I do.” He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love.

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

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.”

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

“His whole family is sweet too. But why? Is all this just an act? But why would a whole family put on an act for a substitute bride? And everyone said that he wanted to marry the daughter of the Woolridge family to extort money. But judging by the amount of every gift I have received, it does not look like this family needs money. So, what was that about? What am I even thinking about? When does the mafia family care about how much money they have? They always want more money. And extortion money is one of their income sources. “If that is true, won’t it make sense that they keep that money with themselves? Why are they spending it on me? And why did everyone hand me a gift? And why would th

My eyes darted around my room fearfully, I was all alone, how the heck did this person know what I was about to do? "Sebastian and Marco are both mafia lords who hate each other, however,their interests come first. If they can benefit, they are both willing to put aside their differences and cooperate. Like how your marriage to him was arranged. Do you really think that they wouldn't put aside their differences if they could benefit from Sebastian getting together with Lira?" The female voice continued on. "Who the heck are you?! How do you know these things?!" I screamed into the phone, as I felt my chest racing even more.

It gave my father the room to do as he pleased. Father wanted to punish me and didn't give me much of a choice. I was to choose a punishment. It was either Bryan Vincenzo, his trusted advisor would be the one to take over after he stepped down and become the new leader of the De Luca clan, or I get married to Mia Moretti.