Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Punishment in the Mafia world knew no mercy. There were no second chances, no do-overs, only judgement. Don Antonio Lorenzo, once a powerful lion in their brutal mafia jungle, now stood at the gallows like an expired good waiting to be discarded. His bloody face still carried his proud and defiant look, unaware that his legacy had been wiped out the night before. He caught Isabella's eyes in the crowd, weeping heavily, surrounded by her in-laws the Morettis… the same bloodsuckers who had betrayed him and condemned him to this fate.

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

“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…

Her voice, soft and gently laced with worry. “Miriam, I...I will be back soon," he said, trying hard not to sound troubled. “Alright. I can't wait for us to get married tomorrow. See you when you get back," she said, tiredly before ending the call. “She is the one to pay the debt. So please spare my life," he said without hesitation. I raised a brow at him, amused by his betrayal towards his bride. He was trading her in exchange for his life. A selfish cheating bastard.

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.

Not in charge of the American mafia. The American mafia was notorious for its reputation for manipulation and brutality. They were so lethal that even I was amazed. I only knew the name of the mafia Don, but I didn't know much else. I was meant to marry Luca Delgado. In mafias, the roles of women are quite traditional. To follow orders and perform service. To be laid-back doormats. For fuck's sake. Father is mistaken if he believes that marrying me to fucking Luca would mean me surrendering my mafia and bringing the mafias together, he is fucking mistaken!

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brou

Her words came fast and hard, each syllable landing like a stone in my chest. “No... No, Yes, I understand, but ...” “But what, Francesca? This is an opportunity! You wouldn’t just be his wife, you’d be the Luna of one of the most powerful Lycan families in the entire territory. And he already respects you enough to ask for marriage, not some scandalous arrangement like that disgraceful Gianni.” I flinched at the mention of Gianni, the memories of his betrayal still fresh and raw.

His jaw tightened until the muscle ticked. Then came the words I’d been expecting. “I want you to divorce Cassandra,” he snapped. “This charade has gone on long enough. Fulfill the original agreement. Marry my daughter, as it was intended.” He straightened, eyes gleaming with the weight of his position—the second most powerful Don in the mafia circle. But me? I just laughed. The sound was slow—like ice cracking through glass. Eduardo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and when I stopped, the smile on my lips was razor-thin.

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.