Novel & Cerita Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don

It was like he had disappeared right under my nose. Was this how it was going to be? This was only my first day as a married woman, and I already felt like I was losing my mind. My mind went to the reason I was here. Alberto had told me it was all to end the mafia war and also that being the wife of Luca De Santis meant so many benefits for my power-hungry father. But to what end? Was I going to be locked up forever in this gigantic mansion? My only highlight of the day had been meeting his sister, who, by the way, had also disappeared after promising to be back.

"So what happened to the wedding? And why would your own sister drug you?" "Step sister, turns out she was having an affair with my fiancee Eric and they wanted to get rid of me," I said, now laughing at the whole thing, "He left me and my father disowned me for embarrassing him, that's when I moved to Brooklyn for a fresh start. " I remember hearing about that wedding,"he said laughing, but he saw my face and immediately stopped. " You should have told me the second you found out about me being his dad. "

“Or you’re crippled now if you don’t.” “Vivian,” Marcus blurted. “Vivian Moretti. Leonardo’s wife. She hired me.” The name hit like ice water. Vivian. My father’s young wife. “Why?” “She wants control. Wants Leonardo gone, the Moretti family under her thumb.” Marcus laughed, blood on his teeth. “She figured the best way was turning both families against each other. Let you destroy yourselves while she picks up the pieces.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number: “Hello Adrian. This is Vivian. We need to talk. Come to the estate. Alone. Or the videos go live in one hour. - Your loving stepmother”

“Anya, I am not here to talk about the past, I have come to get my bride.” “I am not your bride.” I retorted, anger in my eyes. “You will be.” He replied coldly, and then he turned around and walked back into the party. “I said I am not going to marry you!” I yelled at him but he didn’t turn back or spare me another glance. Finally the tears flowed down my cheeks, my heart heavy. I was filled with pain and hatred and all I wanted was to run away. But even that wasn’t an option. I could never run away from my father or the Bratva. I was betrothed to a high ranking member of the fucking Russian Mafia, they would find me anywhere in the world.

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

Colin swallowed hard “She dropped out of college and eloped with this dude” “I knew she had claws” Vivienne’s head lolled back in savage laughter “Five million!” she bit out once her cackles died. Colin’s head cleared from its haze, his droopy gaze pinning on Vivienne in shock “You are willing to give me that much?” “As long as I have an entertaining banquet tonight, it’s not a big deal” Vivienne replied more firmly this time, all traces of humor gone. “Obey court orders, flee after that, and never step back to Vegas…avoid the mafia, this might be the last time I'd ever be of help to you”

The boat pulled away from the dock. A notification popped up on my phone, informing me that my identification had been successfully erased. Without hesitation, I deleted his number and erased every trace of him from my life. From that moment on, Renee Jones no longer existed. Lorenzo waited until the last possible second at the wedding, but Vincent never showed. He had ensured that the world knew that the Navarro family would be attending, letting everyone believe he had secured an alliance with the powerful Navarro family. Bosses of mafia families had flocked to the event, eager to use the opportunity to cozy up to Vincent.

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

She mocked herself in her heart. She said, "no, thanks. I don't want anyone else to be involved in my business." "You don't believe me?" He was no longer what he used to be. He was well-dressed and had worked hard in a company for many years. In order to get the position, he had tried every means to get close to the daughter of the boss of the company, but behind him, he had to cruelly abandon his girlfriend who had been with him for many years. However, Baiwei was dead. She was beaten to death because of a huge debt and thrown into the river. Then the police found Baiwei's corpse downstream. But this case involved gangs, so the police hastily closed the case. On the day when Baiwei was crem