Vows of the Mafia King

Every pair of eyes turned toward them, and the room fell silent. Isabella immediately felt the weight of their stares-curious, ca

f amusement. "Don't look so nervous, Isabella," he murmured under his breath, his voice lo

whisper. "They look like they'd kil

to a faint smirk. "

omfort her in

chway led them into a smaller, more intimate chamber, where a priest stood waiting at the end of a marble aisle. Behin

a marriage-it was a spectacle. A performanc

he cameras," Noah said softly as th

ce a cold whisper. "You don't

almost playful. "You'll find out soon en

ipe that arrogant expression off his face. But before

o witness the union of Noah B

mal tone or the faint murmurs from the room behind them. Her focus was solely on the

her hands in his. His grip was firm but not unkind, his dark e

commanding, "take you, Isabella Frost, to be my wi

, but of course, Noah would add his own twist. His voice softened, his tone almost sed

f them in a charged, electric silence. She could fee

gaze head-on. "I, Isabella Frost, take you, Noah Bennett, to be my husband...to uphold this...arran

rowd, but she didn't care. Her words

rk. "Careful, Isabella," he murmured under his br

she whisp

quiet exchange. "Do you, Noah Bennett,

voice carrying through

rost, take Noah Bennett

he room and leave this entire nightmare behind. But her father's

..d

d. "You may now

t. She turned to Noah, expecting him to make a show o

her cheek with unexpected gentleness. His touch was warm, and his eyes

rmured softly, so quietly

against hers in a kiss that was both possessive and oddly tender. It

in applause, but all Isabella could

said, taking he

she asked, her voice b

breath tickled her ear. "To ce

lf to remain calm. If this was her new life, she would face

rotective, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had