The Mafian's Reluctant Bride

ision in white, her hair styled to perfection, her makeup flawless. But the eyes, those piercing green eyes, were unmistakabl

in their depths, like a candle flame in the wind. I felt a shiver run do

y mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of fear, uncertainty, and doubt. I

making a terrible mistake. A sense of desperation clawed at my chest, making it hard

I remember walking down the aisle, my feet moving of their own accord, my heart pounding in my chest.

exchanged our vows, our voices barely above a whisper, our words hanging in the

me. What had I just gotten myself into? The bright sunlight seemed to mo

ke I was losing myself in this new reality. The reception was a whirlwind of color and soun

nitially seemed so polished and rehearsed, now appeared genuine and warm, making me feel like I was the only person in the room. His

e, just maybe, this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe Julian and I could find

e, one misstep, and the entire edifice could come crashing down. Julian's charm and charisma were powerful tools, but they were

pair. One misstep, and I would tumble into the abyss, losing myself in the process. But

in a gentle kiss. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a spark of electricity that left me breathless.

n wash over me. I was married now, bound to this man,

eemed to hold a thousand secrets, a thousand mysteries that I was yet to uncover. I f

e whispered, his breath se

it mean to be Julian's wife? Was I just a trophy, a possession to be paraded around and shown off, or was I something

that seemed to hold a thousand mysteries. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, like I was being pull

e was charming, charismatic, and devastatingly handsome. But I couldn

holding me close, and for a

e to an end, I came back to reality. I was married