The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

Without a hand to hold. I tightened my fingers around hers. Not today. Today, she would never stand alone. MARA'S POV When it was time for the vows, Dante turned toward me. His expression had changed. The teasing was gone. The Mafia Lord had disappeared. Standing before me was simply a man who loved his wife. “Mara,” he began, “the first time you became my wife, I wasn't there. I allowed circumstances, war and my own selfish decisions to make you feel unwanted.”

When the assistant finally packed his pins away, Elias closed the report and set it down. "Marcus will take the jacket to the tailor's workshop," he said. "There's a fitting on Thursday. Two more after that. The wedding is in twelve days." "Twelve," I said. "Twelve." His eyes came up, finally, and rested on me. "Your sister came to see you last night." It wasn't a question. I wondered, not for the first time, how much of the house he could hear from the top of his hill. "Yes."

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Alex watched as her husband cried and if it were in a different situation she would have laughed at him because he always bragged that no situation would ever make him cry in public. She looked at him as he cried and clung unto his daughter like his life depended on it. Rick and Tony watched in awe as they could not believe that Rosie was the daughter of the powerful mafia and she had also surprisingly gotten married to a Mafia. As Rosie was crying Sebastian felt his heart ache but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, it was just a release of emotions. "Dad where have you been"Rosie asked as she pulled out of the hug and wiped her tears.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

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

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

Mark sarcastically said, which made Kim poke him. “If you don’t have anything sensible to say, just keep your mouth shut.” Kim glared at him as she gritted her teeth. Mark rolled his eyes and mocked his twin. “Can’t we look for my daughter now? We are wasting our time here.” Diego butted in. He just arrived, riding with his wheelchair and being pushed by his personal nurse. “Diego,” Anastacia approached his husband. “How’d you know?” She asked. “The wedding is all on the news. And Mariane was the talk of the town. They even call her the Runaway Bride.” He informed them.