The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"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

, I said, leaning even further into the couch. “Should have laid him even before the Marriage? I swear, you're lucky as fuck. He looks like something straight out of those cheesy romance books I've read. No, definitely dark romance! All of them mafia lords be looking like him! Fuck, I should write a book with the male lead as someone that looks like him!”, she said in a hurry, an excited glint in her eyes. Oh right. She was an author. “Are you seriously making a book with my husband as the main character?” I laughed.

Here's a peak: Blurb: The Mafia's Arranged Bride She was his light. He was her darkness. Gianna Ammassari, the adored sister of the strongest Sicilian mafia don, thought marrying Nico Baldocchi, the man she had secretly loved since childhood, was literally her dream come true. But that dream quickly turns into a nightmare when Nico reveals that his heart still belongs to another and there ever will be no place for her there. Bound by duty and driven by love, Gianna clings to the hope that maybe one day she can win Nico’s affection.

Then she lowered herself onto the blankets beside her husband, and Luca's arm came around her without waking, and drew her close against his chest. Beyond the window, the city glowed in its long gold smear, a hundred thousand lights, all of them hers. Somewhere across the ocean, a man in a lit room was reading the transcript of a short and courteous telephone call, and beginning to understand what he had begun. She would see to him in the morning. She would see to everything in the morning, as she always did. She shut her eyes. She had been a pawn, a ghost, a widow, and a weapon. Now she was the Mafia Bride, and her legacy was only beginning.

Even if I dressed in yellow sundresses and wore bows in my hair, the men around me would always see the sharp edge beneath the silk. So I packed a bag. Nothing flashy. No designer clothes. I tucked my real ID into a locked drawer and printed a new one. Clean. Civilian. I became Gilda Romano, a simple girl from a seaside town near Naples. I had studied psychology and worked as a floral assistant in my aunt’s shop. I liked lavender tea and poetry. I hated guns. I didn’t know what the mafia even really did, only what I’d seen on the news. I became someone else.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to explode. Waiting for something worse. For a moment, he pulled back. Then he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You got lucky tonight, Denise. But you're my wife now. Every part of you belongs to me. And soon, you'll stop pretending you don't want that." He doesn't even know my real name. Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister's shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of her arranged marriage to ruthless mafia don Luca Romano, Dahlia is

But the image of the Mafia boss, flashed in my mind. If I destroyed the dress, he wouldn’t just tear me apart he would tear my family apart too. A presence in the room startled me. I turned and found Mother standing at the door. We locked eyes for a long moment. No words, just silence heavy enough to suffocate me. Finally, she spoke. “Do you want to try the dress?” she asked quietly. I shook my head. “Come on, Melie,” she coaxed, forcing a smile. “That’s what brides do before their big day.”

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.

Her damaged lungs flared up, triggering a familiar tightness in her chest fueled by sheer panic. She stood entirely alone at the altar. There were no warm floral arrangements, no music, and most crucially... no groom. ​Damon Moretti hadn’t bothered to show up, proving he had forced this marriage not to claim her, but to trample her dignity from day one. ​The silence in the hall was thick enough to drown in. Sara could hear the erratic thud of her own heart. Below the altar, dozens of eyes watched her with contempt, their faces twisted in sneers as hushed, derogatory whispers filled the room. They were members of the Moretti mafia—hard-faced men who viewed her as nothing more than a cheap pri

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”