The Mafia Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

The crumpled envelope from last night lay on the table the gold Favino seal still half torn. Eduardo paced the room, his jaw tight. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Some stranger claiming to be Miguel’s brother shows up at the funeral and tells you you’re supposed to marry him?” Ariana, wearing an oversized robe and slippers, sat on the couch with a pillow in her lap. “That’s not just insane,” she muttered. “That’s straight-up mafia madness.” Amelia rubbed her temples, her voice low and trembling. “He said it was tradition. That in their family, the next brother inherits the wife. Like I’m… property.”

A small velvet box appeared. "Adrian..." He opened it. Inside was a beautiful ring. "I know we already have rings." "This one is different." "How?" "There are no conditions." He got down on one knee. "Elena Rossi, will you marry me again?" I laughed through my tears. "You're asking me to marry the same man twice?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because the first time, you married a mafia don." "And this time?" He smiled. "Just a man who loves you." I wiped my tears. "Yes." He slipped the ring onto my finger. Then he stood and kissed me. No contract. No money. Just love.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night. "I can make you the Capo dei capi. Would you like to work together? "Who am I, you ask? "I am Nicole Accetta—the wife of your sole rival, Derek Church."

I scowled, dismissing her. Ever since my dad lost his life to the Miccaso Mafia, my mom wouldn't stop being overprotective of me. Taking everything too seriously as she tried to protect my father's legacy. She wanted me to avenge my father's death at all costs, but we couldn't do it alone. We needed to merge business with the Cassano mafia—the greatest mafia family in Italy. But they wanted a bride for me, according to their legacy. They believed in true love, unlike me.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal. The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti. The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unr

I blinked back tears before nodding slowly. " I won't do anything stupid, the wedding will go as planned as long as you don't hurt Alexei " The monster grunted in response, although I didn't trust him, this was the only way I could ensure my little brother's safety. When my perfect sweet-natured elder sister disappeared three days before her wedding, the monster had no choice but to make me get married in her stead. The wedding would be an alliance of two mafia families, the Sidorovs and the De Lucas, if there was anything I hated the most, it was the mafia but for Alexei's sake, I would do anything, even if it meant getting married to the head of the Italian Mafia.

“The Mafia rules. Remember?” “Oh, I know,” I said calmly. Then I shot. A loud scream escaped his lips, pain ripping through him. “Because I can’t kill you doesn’t mean I can’t shatter your knee cap.” He clutched his leg, groaning in agony, but I wasn't done. Another shot, causing a painful scream from him. “That was for touching my wife!” The car arrived, Mariam was already tied to the chair, and my men dragged him inside despite his fragile state.