Novel & Cerita Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don

Whatever this man is doing, it's meant to provoke me. According to the clan's law, when a new bride is welcomed by the mafia Don, they expect to glimpse her sensually. They think she's just a commodity, assuming she’s part of a contract marriage. "What?" he says sarcastically. "You’re not marrying her for love. Rules are rules." "Whatever the rules are, I don’t care. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share. She’s no slut. She’s just mine." I angrily hit the table as I feel a surge of anger boiling inside me.

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“If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built.” And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn’t even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. “So it’s true,” she spat. “You bought a new toy.” Brayden appeared behind her. “Get out, Alessia.” She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. “Pathetic. She’s not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you’ve replaced me with?”

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

She heard a woman whisper harshly as she walked past. Her back stiffened, and for one moment she feared the woman was talking about her. “I heard he beat her up even today. On their own engagement day.” Another female voice whispered back. Prim hurried faster towards the restroom door. She had felt something was weird with the bride earlier. So it was a Mafia thing for husbands to be a*sholes? Some of these women actually had it worse than she did with Egan. The bride did at least. She opened the door, walked into the restroom, and saw Julian standing there.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

“You are a good person for wanting to fight for your boss, but that’s not all. There’s still so much you don’t know. The whole world knows I’m the daughter of a debtor, and it’s official that I am never going to hear the end of it.” “Since the day I stepped into this house, I knew something wasn’t right. Brenda was brutal with her words, but she’s right. Out of all the classy women out there, why did I think that Shawn would settle for me?” Doreen scoffed. “That woman is nothing but a bitch! There is more to marriage than beauty and fame. If Shawn wanted to spend his forever with her, he would have accepted her back the moment she came to beg.”

The engine was started to life, and the car slowly pulled away from the dark parking lot. The silence between us during the drive was so suffocating that I felt so uneasy. My body was tense, and I felt very uncomfortable beside him. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing properly anymore. Everything just felt so overwhelming, especially the fact that I was now Mrs. Morano. Wait! I was really Mrs. Morano! Why was it so surprising as though I never saw it coming? Maybe because I actually didn't see it coming. I was now the partner of the famous Mafia lord and I had this dark feeling that he would ask a huge thing in return one day.

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

I can’t believe that I’m worried about someone who despises me. “Did you meet her husband?” he asks. I nod. “He’s psychotic….he makes me unsettled.” I shiver from the thought of his crazy eyes. Enzo places a kiss on my head and his hand unconsciously comes to rub my unevident bump. “We can’t interfere because she’s not willing to be saved.” I raise my head in confusion. “So we just let her get beat to death?” He sighs. “They’re a Russian mafia family, it’s not as easy as you think.”