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

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

she returned the kit and tilted her head, “rest well, Valentina.” And immediately I was all alone. Every scene from yesterday flashed in my eyes immediately. Camila escaped, leaving me. Dad used me as a collateral and here I was married to a Don that didn't even care enough to introduce me to the house. What was I even saying? Did I expect that from a mafia Don? A bitter laugh left me as I adjusted on the bed. Why did Nikolai marry me? What was I about to be used for? To give him heirs? Or something worse?

"Oh, Victoria, be nice. We should be happy for her. It’s not every day that nobody gets pulled from the trenches and handed a golden credit card." Victoria’s eyes practically burned with pure hate at the mention of our marriage. She was visibly eating herself alive. I was the random girl standing between her and the billionaire empire she thought was hers. My stomach twisted into a tight knot, and a sudden wave of heat rushed up my neck. Everything inside me wanted to snap back. The urge to yell and defend myself was choking me. My fingers clamped onto the edge of my plate so hard my knuckles turned white. I wanted to smash the glass right at their feet, scream in their smug faces, and tear

Damien stood at the head, a king ready to sentence his queen. "Elders," he began, his voice heavy. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on me. "I've called you here today to deal with a matter that has stained our family's honor." His voice rose. "Isabella Moretti, my wife, spent last night with my uncle! By the code of this family, there is no deeper betrayal of a Don. It is the ultimate insult to the Falcone name!" A murmur went through the elders. Their judging eyes bored into me.

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

“She will take up the role of mother. You will have everything you’ve always wanted—your child, stability, power. More power in La Camorra than your half-brother could ever dream of.” My heart began to pound. “You will have my full support,” Don Francesco added. “My protection. My influence. Whatever you want, I will give it to you.” There it was. The offer. The bargain. I stared at him, disbelief and anger swirling together. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “You’re talking about my wife like she’s already dead,” I said quietly. Don Francesco didn’t flinch. “I’m talking about reality.” “No,” I snapped, finally breaking. “You’re talking about opportunity.”

My father leaned in with his cigar breath "You wanted to play games, Aria. Now you’ve played yourself right into a cage. The real one. Don't even think about running. I’ve doubled the guards on Elena’s shop. You will marry the Moretti, or you will watch everyone you care about burn." He walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the ballroom with a man I didn't know, bound by a kiss I didn't want or ask for. Dante turned to me, with eyes of guilt and fury. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't know he was watching." "Sorry doesn't fix my life, Moretti," I replied with rage. I reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him down to my level. "You wanted a fiancée? Congratulations. You ju

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

Point of View: Beatrice I found myself counting the hours that night. The weight of my impending marriage to Ryuu Morunaga pressed down on me, suffocating every thought and movement. The fear of what awaited—restrictions, control, and the loss of freedom that came with being the wife of a mafia man—clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. As the night dragged on, my thoughts kept circling back to Suniza Morunaga. Why wasn’t she here for her son’s wedding? Her absence left me uneasy, gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Was I destined for the same fate?

“She is my betrothed. All I want is to get married to her, so tell me what about that is ‘ridiculous!’” Unbelievable. “I do not understand you, Luca,” I began calmly despite the emotions raging inside me. “You disappeared for months, you abandoned her at the altar and now you want her back? I'm afraid that's not possible.” She belongs to me. “Why?” Luca sneered, a wicked smirk on his face. “That's not possible because I abandoned her or because my own father took my wife-to-be as his mistress and fucks her however he likes!” I flinched at his words but masked it. Who knew words could affect me deeply and twice in the span of five minutes?