Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don の小説・ストーリー

Two of Vitale's men were behind me before I could move. One of them dropped two duffel bags on the dining table in front of my father and he opened the bag before nodding at Roman. "Take her to the car" Roman instructed and his men gestured for me to follow them. "Mom?" I called as it dawned on me what they were about t o do, she refused to meet my gaze. They aren't forcing me to marry him. They are selling me to him.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

This was how dangerous the man himself was. “Your ride would soon be here, are you sure you don’t want to leave a lasting impression on our future husband?” Elle asked before wiggling her brows to Imade and the poor woman only nodded, she doubted if she would be able to make any coherent sentence on the date but it was worth trying. She sat up with shaky hands while her friend tried to make her look like she was going on a genuine date with a man she was interested in. the sad reality was that she probably would never get a great marriage as she had always dreamed. She had always wanted to raise her kids better than she was raised, with all the love in the world but she was going to be marr

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, the heir to the Mafia, told me to give my title to another woman and become his mistress. So I left my wedding gown on the floor and chose to marry the Don. If I couldn't be his wife, I would become his Madre. "Miss, Mr. Lorenzo is here," our maid, Maria, announced as she pushed the door open, her voice trembling with excitement. A personal visit from the heir was an honor.

"Always the life of the party, she had her wish fulfilled when she met what she believed was the man of her dreams at an extravagant event. He was wealthy and charming, showering her with gifts. They were inseparable for a while, and my sister fell deeply in love. But then everything changed. Sasha's behavior shifted, and I pushed her to confide in me about what was wrong. One day, I saw the extensive bruising, and I threatened to tell our father if she didn't reveal the truth. It was the only time she broke down, sobbing as she confessed to me that he had started to abuse her." "That bastard!" Victor exclaimed, his anger palpable. Surprised by his outburst, I found a glimmer of courage to c

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

This man was bizarre. "So, you know already, if you betray me, unfortunately, I won't be held responsible for my actions, dear Emma. Now you'll be my wife." In one day, I'm just a waitress serving orders in a diner, the next, I'm handed over to the worst man I could have ever imagined meeting, the mafia Don. I don't know what I will do from now on.

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

My eyes darted around my room fearfully, I was all alone, how the heck did this person know what I was about to do? "Sebastian and Marco are both mafia lords who hate each other, however,their interests come first. If they can benefit, they are both willing to put aside their differences and cooperate. Like how your marriage to him was arranged. Do you really think that they wouldn't put aside their differences if they could benefit from Sebastian getting together with Lira?" The female voice continued on. "Who the heck are you?! How do you know these things?!" I screamed into the phone, as I felt my chest racing even more.

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.