The Mafia's Angel: forced to be his Bride

y heartbeat hummingbird quick. Samuel's strong hand was firm a

ith twenty sm

rest of my life. Until death do us part wasn't an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage. There was no way out of this union for me.

and I will have

he Italy and New York Familias stared back at us, flight was no longer an option

ven't gotten over that shock. Because I still couldn't believe it. I never in a million thoughts expect my father to

en, my breach of our agreement would mean war. Nothing my father could say woul

I'd been growing up in a world where no

ust or choice. It was about duty and

to ensur

e could clear his debt and keep up his appearance. He didn't care about my feelings. I always thought that he loved me and w

to our territories. The Italian Familias across the US needed to lay their feuds to rest and work together to beat down their enemies. I should be honored to marry the oldest son of the Italian Familia. That's what my fa

rding to the dress maker, this was the second most expensive wedding dress ever made in yea

r life. So, don't ever leave it behind. " could still remember the joke my dress maker mad

easts. The sleeves is embroidered with lacy patterns. My eyes

s the bride," t

a world where a perfect mask was the only protection afforded to women and had no trouble forcing my face into a placid expression. Nobody would know how much I wanted to escape. Nobody but Samuel. I couldn't hide from hi

s if he too were trying to read me. I didn't know h

d over me. There was no sign of hesitation, fear or doubt on his face before i felt his lips crash againt

rs of this pact I made here today, if I had known I would be suicidal after selling my soul t

l. I fell deeply in love with my