The Italian bride of the Bratva King

"...Should anyone here know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"I do!" A sharp voice bombed the church. Frowning, I turned my head toward the owner of the voice who dared to object to My wedding.

And there He stood. My vicious rival. The man I hate the most. The Pakhan of Bratva! Aleksandr Fedorov.

"On what ground do you object?" The priest demanded.

My face was turning red in anger while He smirked with his eyes set on mine. "Because this bride is already married to me."

I blinked up at him. Married to him!? What the hell was He saying!
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No one knows that it's a fake marriage. A contract marriage to fulfil the last condition of taking over Cosa Nostra.

I didn't hear what the Priest was saying, nor did I pay attention to my groom.

The white wedding gown was the last step for my crown. I, Aria Salvatore Knight, was going to be the first female Capo dei capi. The one who was going to make history in the world of organised crime.

But my hopes and dreams died because of him. My reputation was shattered because of him. He made me a joke in Cosa Nostra and now it's his turn to pay for his sins.

Love, betrayal, killing, conspiracy, suffering whatever it costs, Aria knight was determined to become the first Female capo of Cosa Nostra. It has been her aim since her childhood. But what would happen when she was rewarded with the unwanted title of something on her head too, which would create big havoc in Cosa Nostra?

The Bratva Queen!

Well, Let's dive into the bloody story of the Ice Princess and the Merciless Monster.

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Ps: You can read this story as standalone but it would be better to read 'The Italian Bride of the Mafia King' first for better understanding. It's kind of a spin-off. It's on Goodnovel!