The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

Leonardo entered his friend's condo feeling frustrated and upset. His friend Domenico Russo greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Leonardo!" But Leonardo didn't respond. Domenico sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?" Leonardo huffed. "Father issue!" Domenico snorted. Leonardo scowled. Domenico inquired once more, "Tell me what happened this time." Leonardo, visibly frustrated, responded with clenched teeth, "He has replaced the bride and now expects me to wed that slut, Sofia Ricci, who is deemed worthless by the Riccis."

She checked Rita’s face for any sign of amusement, but she couldn't find any. It was real.She was really getting married.Why has she not been told yet? Did Alessandro plan to force himself on her like he wanted to do earlier. ‘He wasn't forcing himself on you,Isabelle,’ her mental voice criticized but she ignored it. She was going to believe what she wanted to and nothing else. “Don't tell me you weren't aware?” Rita asked,concerned. “I really wasn't.I haven't been told anything.” Rita shook her head in pity. “It's a tradition for the mafia clan to present the silk bed linen to all the Dons after the wedding night act is over. It should be covered with the woman's first blood.”

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

"I know it feels that way. But I promise, Ava, you’re going to be alright. Just keep fighting. Don’t let him break you." I squeezed her hand back, thankful for her support, even though deep down, I wasn't sure I had the strength to keep fighting. The man I was about to marry was more than just a powerful mafia leader; he was a monster—a monster who had taken a life right in front of me, who had forced me to pull the trigger, and who still controlled my destiny. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I felt the heaviness of the dress and the burden of my future pressing down on me. I looked like a princess, but I wasn’t marrying a prince.

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV || If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

So the unhappy woman could only watch as her account balance dwindled. "Oh, and one more thing," Calytrix said just as she had fastened her seatbelt. Brows wrinkled, the latter asked with undeniable annoyance, "What now?!" The young woman responded, a hand placed on her chin, brows drawn together. "Well... I was thinking... since I'm a bride for the mafia lord, I'll need a wedding gown. One befitting of a mafia's bride. Don't you think so?" Calytrix grinned after that last sentence.

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.