The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife

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of Eros Castellanos was the last thing I wanted. So, the best option was to gr

r. Because no matter what happened, even in the worst of situations, I could never think

nt, I mean

nefits. Never to raise my voice or complain, no matter where I went. They made me into a hassle

athroom door. Ara’s shoulders rose in question. She definitely knew wh

though whatever she said to Eros wasn’t crossin

practically slamm

could speak, she said, “He didn’t come to see you before tonight as if who he was marrying didn’t even matter to

erything will get you in trouble, Ara.

didn’t need truth. Th

were too much of a coward to as

d as well, but was too afraid to utter

y.” She scoffed. “You were, are, a

k marked my voice, and

e, the man you love, to please him and make him think what an absolute martyr he’s been for suggesting this bond.” She

aising her voice against me, to make me look like an absolute idiot by shoving the truth in my

almly. “Because you’re free to do whatever you want, choose whoever you want, be

uth shut. She looked down at her feet, u

nto the life I dreamed of. But that would mean that my sister would be barter

to the main room and to

the stage with my father. The look on Papa’s face was unreadable, but I could sense

didn’t actually care about this marriage. He cared about the main reason behind it—his initia

ok a deep breath and looked down at my ring finger. In just minutes, I would

teps managed, but I couldn’t hold myself on my f

even taller. Now that we both were standing, I could compare. I was only till his collar

the stage, while Eros and I stood facin

. Chilling darkness. Perhaps Arabella’s question had offended him. I gulped, every pore in my body asking me to move my eyes from

this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve

ly, that didn’t include Adonis

th. Today we are here to celebrate and bear witness to one such oath-taking ceremony, a new bond that will bring new meanings. My daught

We moved up to the stage and stood before each other, our eyes still in contact. His burning sta

r perhaps I was wrong in read

t of his blazer and extended a hand to take mine. I bet he could feel

t was strange how miraculously it had fit me. Papa had probably sent my ri

on his face when Isobel had told her I was right at the table with them. At

w, you’ll forever be tied.” As soon as Papa end

omeone I didn’t know, someone that wasn’t the one I’d

nched. I cou

was still in his and his grip had only gotten tighter. As if what I’d been feeling were stuff

ip over me. Now, even if I said no, it

s voice came muffled

had completely given up and all I c

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fainted. Out

s, but hadn’t expected her to knock herself out. She wa

Adonis scowled as we walked out of the

the marriage, I’m not allowed to touch any mo

With a ridiculed expression, she asked, “So you just let her fall

d the fall, doesn’t mean I hadn’t saved her from the catastrophe. I

d her brows. “If there was a thud

mony.” Adonis pressed his forehead with a finge

enuinely curious to know why she’d fainted. It was a panic attack,

my car, which was on the other side of

r wedding, we need to work on a few

y mind swirled with too many thoughts

age tradition was the reason I had to look for an alternate way out. Without risking

nger than necessary. Especially after knowing ab