The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Uhm Lucian" I said, instead he held his fingers up, signalling me to jt shut, I obeyed not because I wanted to but I just made a promise " Mom and dad got married, she was the first mafia wife, and Dad loved her so much, growing as a child and an heir, I was never treated as one, but one day a war broke out, between my family and and another after dad killed the only daughter of the most feared leader of the local mafia.

As soon as our car leaves the driveway my eyes drop closed and I’m asleep. Marissa and Antonio seem happy as ever with their two little babies. But Marissa’s transition from normal student to a mafia bride was much easier than Catherine’s is. I think it was good for Catherine to speak to someone who has been through almost the same as her. Please leave a comment and a vote!

“Oh thank you, can we leave now, “ I said and walked out, while they walked behind me. We got to the venue, waiting for the bride to arrive. I feel happy for these guys. I heard they married for love, I mean she is kind of lucky. Except for the fact that she’s marrying into a Mafia family, I wonder if she knows. A few minutes later, the bride arrives and while she was working, I whispered to Anthony “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” He looked at me, his face showed a lot of emotions but I couldn’t help but notice how pissed he looks. “ Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a we

I do! The priest looked at the other couple and said to the bride, "Miss Huang Xin, do you want this man to be your husband and enter into an engagement with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and remain faithful to him forever until the end of your life, regardless of illness or health or any other reason? Huang Xin replied, "I do". She shouted countless "I do" in her heart, and was so excited that she wanted to shed tears.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents. Now, Delfina Poletti was officially Delfina Muraro, a twenty-one-year-old bride to a seventy-six-year-old man with an axe to grind and a point to prove. One week ago, in Ercole’s office in front of a cleric, four witnesses she was married. When she used her new cell phone to search the witnesses on the internet were all in the mafia in one way or another. She was now Ercole’s wife and he intended they were husband and wife in every sense of the word and his friends were there to enforce it if necessary.

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day. “So—” I wanted to initiate a conversation, but Cristiano cut me off before I could say anything more. “We don’t have to chat.” I bit my lip, feeling frustrated at his coldness. “But I need to know where we’re going.” “To make our marriage legal,” he replied bluntly without even glancing at me. “I don’t have the necessary papers we need for the ceremony—” “They’ve been prepared for you,” he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him.