Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband

rward with his elbows on his laps, inspecting me fro

night. This man, whom I am about to be sold off t

fact that chills

he speaks up and breaks the op

elt like someone had attached a megaphone and shouted it

imself from killing me whenever he hit me, this man w

d twenty-four a few months ago," a voi

celebrated it alone since dad died, and even before he died, none

rs were playing tricks on me, but I didn

front of my soon-to-be-husband. He doesn't have to know that I'm sensitive, or else

ity to get married to a man who loo

emotion from my face. I raised my head higher in a show of defiance and conf

Is this yo

d they tell their usual lies that I was a maid who had been rescu