Contracted to the Mafia Don
za'
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,