Unwanted Bride: Betrayed By The Mafia Don Mga Nobela at Kwento

she quickly changed the topic to cover her embarrassment. "He's Don Salvatorre's youngest son. The don bought you to be his bride." Bought. The word sounded so crude. But it was the truth. Her brother Tyron had practically sold her off to pay his massive gambling debt at the casino. "How old is he?" "Who?" "Your boss. Giovanni Galliardi." "He's thirty-three." Well, if there was any consolation in this twisted mess, at least the man she was going to marry wasn't some old, decrepit geezer.

he said, leaning in “the night everything went wrong for you was the night Elias Vale sat in my office and chose between your life and his legacy. He chose you. Matteo Romano hadn’t been the man hunting my father. He’d been the man my father went to for help, and the reason he didn’t get it was because his help always came with a price my father wasn’t willing to pay. “You were there,” I said. “You were connected to the night everything went wrong. You didn’t start the fire, but you gave him the reason to light it.” “Here’s your warning, Sienna, and it’s the only one you get. You can work for me and stay alive, or you can keep digging into a past that already killed one Vale. You have until

he said, his voice gentle. I smiled weakly, grateful for his words but still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. As we drove back to our hotel, I couldn't help but think about the dangers that came with being married to a Mafia leader. I knew that Stephano would do everything to protect me and our unborn baby , but I couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it. Was the money and power worth the constant fear and danger? I knew I was deeply in love with Stephano, but I couldn't help but question if this was the life I wanted for myself and our child. Anyways though it's not like I really had a choice on if I wanted to stay or leave, but deep down I knew I didn't want to leave even if I

Brenda could not believe what Damien was saying to her. “What?! She exclaimed. Did she hear him say get married? Does he really know what he was saying at all? What made him think she would ever marry him after all he had done to her. He had let his men beat her up, treat her like trash and even though he had stopped treating her that way, she wondered why on earth he imagined she would marry him. She was his prisoner and she had begged him every time to let her go but he had refused, yesterday, he had said he wouldn’t let her go until he finds what to do with her. Is that it then? Was that the idea he thought of to do with her? He must be insane if he thought she would escape from one mafia

Here's a peak: Blurb: The Mafia's Arranged Bride She was his light. He was her darkness. Gianna Ammassari, the adored sister of the strongest Sicilian mafia don, thought marrying Nico Baldocchi, the man she had secretly loved since childhood, was literally her dream come true. But that dream quickly turns into a nightmare when Nico reveals that his heart still belongs to another and there ever will be no place for her there. Bound by duty and driven by love, Gianna clings to the hope that maybe one day she can win Nico’s affection.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

“No one is driving you out. Rest easy and stay right here.” “But my sister…” Elena reached out, attempting to grab my wrist again. Dominic turned to me, his voice snapping into an authoritative command. “Tonight—” “I’ll be there,” I interrupted sharply. I had to be there. I was the revered Donna of this mafia family. I had spent eight brutal years married into the Cross family; this estate belonged to me just as much as it did to him. I was not about to hand it over without a fight. Back in the master bedroom, I gathered all my property deeds, offshore account certificates, and asset documents, packing them securely.

Flora screamed sorrowfully, burying her swollen face in Vanessa's shoulder. Flora never knew that behind the half-open bedroom door, Devon Cross was standing. The man had just arrived to visit his fiancée and accidentally overheard the entire horrific confession from beginning to end. Devon's body instantly stiffened, his handsome face went pale, and his chest rumbled violently, holding back a strike of extraordinary pain. The reality that the woman he so deeply adored had been brutally defiled by the most feared mafia boss in New York tore his heart to shreds until nothing was left.

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”