The Mafia's captive

s actually getting married to Nathaniel, the guy I had been crushing on for years, and it was

der had collided with mine, and as I turned to face him, our eyes had met, and I had been struck by the warmth and kindness that radiated from

th concern, " are

the words out of my lips. My hea

're fine, I'm sorry I hit you, I am in a hurry, I need to get my st

him, " it's okay, I should

h a calm expression a

e altar, waiting for me. As I prepared to spend the rest of my life with

ng masterpiece, with intricate diamond glitters that sparkled in the light. It was a simple yet unique design that hug my curve

d to see me marrying the love of my life. My mom's hands rested gently on my sho

mp form in my throat as I smiled back at her, and a single tear rolled down my cheek as I replied, "

sadness. He had never seen me look so beautiful before. "You look absolutely beautiful, my little girl," h

g married. It's hard to believe." He smiled, but his eyes showed concern. "I hope he treats you well. I'm a bit worried because of his family

protect me." My dad smiled, but his expression still showed wor

helped me adjust my dress, making sure every fold and crease was perfect. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and happiness as I pr

elt like a princess, my beautiful white wedding dress shimmering in the light. My hair was styl

his tailored tuxedo, his eyes locked on mine as we exchanged a tender smile. My dad handed me over to Nathaniel, who took my hand and pul

ddenly, a convoy of black cars screeched to a halt outside the venue, the sound of tires squealing and cars

e. They looked like they meant business, and I could feel the atmosphere turn tense and fearful

nd exuded an aura of fearlessness and power. His eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made

knew that something was about to go terribly wrong, and I couldn't help but wonder