The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

I smiled, greeting them. Bridget scoffed. “If you think you can get Cullen's life insurance money, don't dream. You won't get a dime,” she mocked. “Go home. Find your new husband and get out of my son's house. I wondered. What kind of man would be the husband of a scandalous and deceitful woman?” “Honey,” Sean interrupted. “You can destroy me, Bridget. I humbly accept your anger, but involving Keane is so low. You're too honorable to resort to such dirty tricks. A child grows best if he's with his mother, not someone else,” I stated.

Book 3 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. **************** A debt to pay, a brother to save, a monster to marry. Timur Yezhov, the cold-hearted Bratva boss, is a storm of cruelty and control. When my father’s hidden debt comes due, I make a desperate choice to save my younger brother. I offer myself to the mafia monster in his place. Now, I’m trapped into a marriage with a man who is both my captor and my tormentor – and I am pregnant with his child.

"She wasn't. Not until two days before the wedding, she was Mariana Lorenzo. Her biological father is in prison. Her mother remarried Mr. Romano." "So they changed her name to marry her off to me? Do they think I'm a fool?" "Seems like her mother forced her. She lived with her aunt most of her life." Alessandro tossed the papers aside. "Tell Frost to be ready for tomorrow's delivery."Just then, the door burst open. "What the hell, Mom?" he snapped.Mrs. Esposito stormed in. "Where's your bride?" "You mean the random kitten you dumped in my house?"

Vultures perfumed with Chanel. She wore black—not out of mourning, but as a warning. The dress hugged her frame like a forged shell, sculpted to intimidate as much as it seduced. Her dark hair had been braided into an intricate crown, woven with tiny pins that gleamed like steel. Her lips, painted in a deep matte crimson, looked like they’d been kissed by the mouth of war. She didn’t blink. Didn’t falter. Every inch of her radiated the truth: she was no longer anyone’s pawn. She was the mafia bride. And she had teeth.

"The same thing that happens in every mafia feud. Bloodshed." I stepped back, my fingers tightening around the banister. It sounded like a tale as old as time, only that this one actually happened and I was married into one of the families. "They kidnapped Giovanni six years ago," Alessia continued, her voice was low. "Tortured him for days. Even branded him, burned the map of their insignia into his skin. An insult in the mafia world." A fresh ache bloomed in my chest. "They branded him?" Alessia nodded, her eyes were distant. "On his left arm. So no one would ever forget who dared to challenge the Morelli's. I thought it ended all those years ago."

she said, tossing me a folder, “you might want to know this before they walk in—Julia used to be engaged to the younger Armani brother. That’s her angel now.” I stared at the folder, then up at her. “She’s like a weed. Just keeps popping up.” Esther snorted. “Then we burn the whole garden.” — The meeting room was filled with tension so thick I could’ve cut it with one of Valerie’s hairpins. Ace sat beside me at the head of the long table. Across from us, Don Giovanni Armani and his son, Luca, both wore tailored suits and matching resting mafia faces. Ace introduced me formally. “My wife. Brielle.”

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

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 ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b