Marrying the Mafia's Daughter

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were only five minutes late. That douchebag was testing my patience, and that left me no choice but to take the r

the boxes left by the previous

intment on my calendar. While the bills kept piling, I had zero balance left on my s

o my bag and fis

pride couldn't pay the bills, and deep inside, I wanted to get

ber, and it pick

oo

spoke. "Does the half-milli

t began racing as I waited fo

s response. God, I wis

of demands I want you

, if you don't have demands." A

l telling you

. And I will forward them to my employer. Just s

d, I will do the best of my ability to be a wife." God, even t

details of the contract. A lawyer will meet you with the

staring at the scree

. I was nothing but those gold diggers I saw on social media. Maybe it was bad karma, judging pe

y pride wouldn't let m

rrived in my account, and I met the lawyer

right away because if I had been given another five seconds to think, I would have run out of the restaurant an

e months. Just as what is written in th

nt and dropped the pen. The two lawyers, Milus a

ay your rights to file a complaint when our client mistr

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tied my hair in a bun. I bought a pair of shoes because I couldn't go to my wedding day looking li

including the small blue velvet box. I hadn'

not much of a crier. I thought life had taught me to be tough when my mother abando

ling my emotions, my chest finally gave up. I pulled

I had left the man alone to whom I now owed money? The fact that he was filthy rich, he co

a deep breath and pulled myself together b

n in his f

bag and unloc

ou might not show up." As gentlemanly

had thought about not a moment ago. "It's just twelve mont

, maybe realizing that I did not wear the dress his bos

ow you to trust you. I'm sure you don't give a crap ab

ut good people

averick

roperly, Miss Bates." He gest

against my chest as I wa

nodded at the other guy

. "Easy for you to say. You're not

y white teeth appeared as he smiled. Owen was a handsome, fi

e was wearing an earpiece like tho

after a couple is gett

d him inside the small chapel and sat on one o

about to ask Owen about my groom when someone took a

rom my left, offering me a beautiful bouq

Italian-tailored suit. "No thanks. I'm sur

by his suit, his voice, his scent, and the flower he c

and the dress I picked for you."

ity. My stare hardened as I met the man in the eye- stone blue eyes staring b

h

iting for my reply, his stare was hard and f

ver