Novel & Cerita Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don

Silver, sharp, and unyielding, they scanned her as a predator would its prey. Leonardo De Luca. The name had haunted whispers in the underworld for years. Mafia King. Merciless. Feared. Untouchable. Dangerous. He didn’t buy women—not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t need to. And yet… here he was. The auctioneer cleared his throat, visibly nervous. “B-bidding starts at—” “Ten million,” Leonardo said lazily. The room gasped. Conversations died. Phones were lowered. Men stared, their egos deflating under the weight of his command.

" he asked. Mr. Knickers was a feisty animal. He wouldn't let anyone touch him, not even Kelly. "I have my ways. I belong to the Mafia, picking a lock is a child's play. I mean... I've done worse things," Serena giggled. "As for Mr. Knickers," she stroked his back. "It was love at first sight. He came to me. Goes to show that I am the perfect bride for you my love," she placed Mr. Knickers on the couch and got up, then slowly moved toward him. She pressed against him and slowly trailed her index finger on his chest.

“I will never marry you, traitor.” Baxter's expression turns cold. "Listen, Ava, this marriage is nothing personal. It's just business. And if you won't marry me, I'll just move on to your sister, Danny. She's just as pretty as you are." My eyes widen in shock and disgust. "You stay away from my sister," I spat, my fists clenched at my sides. Baxter leans in, his breath hot on my face. "You don't have a choice, Ava. This is how it works in our world. And besides, it's not like I have a choice either. I’m just as much a pawn in this game as you are."

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!

Whispers drifted through the crowd like smoke. "The Mad Don is angry." From the second-floor balcony, Valentina rested her hands against the cold iron railing, her pulse quickening as she looked down. The courtyard below felt less like the entrance to a home and more like a courtroom awaiting its sentence. Stories she'd heard since childhood echoed relentlessly in her mind. "He kills without blinking." "Never disappoint the Mad Don." Her fingers tightened around the railing until her knuckles turned white. She searched the crowd for Alessandro. When he finally stepped into the courtyard, conversations died instantly.

Don hissed loudly causing her to suck in a breath as the rest of her words to die in her mouth. "Look what you made do?." Don tsked in his accented voice that had soon become Breanna's Kryptonite, strutting to her with a pistol in hand. To think that she used to find the Italian accent attractive. W*****d and romance novels lied to her about Mafia and gangs. There was absolutely nothing romantic about them, they were simply brutal evil people. Nothing more. "Do you know what you have done?," He raised his voice, leaning in. "Five years of pushing your boyfriend to this position of being so desperate."

The gates creaked open with a slow, ominous groan, revealing the Moretti estate—more fortress than home. Cold stone walls loomed ahead, soaked in shadows despite the afternoon sun. Elana sat stiffly in the back of the black car, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. The ring her father forced onto her finger that morning felt like a shackle. A cruel symbol of her cage. She wasn’t wearing white. Luca hadn’t even shown up for the “wedding.” It was nothing but a contract—cold, lifeless, and terrifyingly binding. And now she was being dropped off like a package, her body traded to erase a debt she didn’t owe.

''AH, ah, ah, you'll have to dance to the tune because, if Dominique gets the Bastille, he will hand it all over to Gonzalez! It's going to be a total ruin! He'll make a point of destroying you after you despised Theodora.'' ''I know that, yes, more like I can achieve a woman to get for married such a short time, and the worst, I don't have suitors; I have no name in mind! Everyone knows who I am here and all over Italy; hearing my last name, most will run leagues away. I can't just look around for a woman who agrees to marry me overnight. Here, everyone knows who I am, and all over Italy, just hearing my last name, most will women away. Only if I hire one...''

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

The boy replied still with his head bowed. "I see. Tell me more." He enquired as he rubbed his beards. "She is married to Don, a dangerous and ruthless Mafia lord and they got married today." The boy announced. "Do you know if she willingly married him?" He asked turning slightly to him. "We don't know of that yet." The boy replied as fast as he could. "Gather more information about this Don guy, I want to know him more." The boss said as he swivelled his chair to face the boy.