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Contracted to the Mafia Don

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1198    |    Released on: 21/01/2025

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routine-small, simple moments that didn't require decisions with life-altering consequences. Now, my world

me-the day I w

east for the moment, but the cost was something I could never have predi

-dressed in an extravagant wedding gown that felt too heavy for someone like me. The satin fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, but it didn't

e that flowed into a skirt so voluminous it made me feel small. My hair was styled neatly

wasn't ready for this life. I wasn'

s, and my heart raced. I swallowed the lum

ier-the one who had called him "sir." Her expression was cold, as

said curtly, turning with

se thundered in my ears as the sound of my heels clicked against the marble floor. Every ste

he altar, his back to me, his tall, imposing figure a stark contrast to the opulence around him. His suit was dark, the fabric sleek

roached. He didn't need

ng it open, and I took a deep breath, steeling

d all I could hear was the rhythmic pounding of my heart. My feet moved on their own acc

ir faces, but I could feel their eyes on me, judging, wondering what kind of woman would agree to

ession was unreadable, but I saw something flicker in his eyes. Sat

sked softly, his voic

to escape this nightmare that had become my reality. But I cou

y lips trem

an electric shock through me, and for the briefest moment, I wonder

ke they were happening to someone else, not me. This wasn't my wedding. It was a

rely above a whisper, and when it was time for h

ords left his lips with ease. There was no emotion behind them-just t

had got

f it immediately. Not just the physical weight of the diamon

usband and wife, and I stood there, a stranger in my own ski

ved into a smirk,

iza," he said, his v

ords to express the devastation I felt. No wo

heavier with every step. This was m

was no e

en's

ed stunning in that dress, but her eyes... they told a different story. Fear. Uncertainty. B

even though I knew the fire inside her

f the moment settle on me. This wasn't just a marriage-it was a power play. It

ad made her choice, and t

ing a little longer than necessary. It was a symbol

ered in her ear as we walked away

her grip, the hesitation. But

n... In time,

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