Forced Into The Mafia King's Embrace: A Prisoner Of Love

searching for my real parents and the next, I witnessed

omprehend. I didn't even notice when the car pulled over until the driver called out

bably won't have answers to any of them. I stepped quietly into the house and headed toward the stairs, hoping to sneak into my room and pretend

hard walked in, looking mad too. "I'm very disappointed in you, Nala," he said shaking his head. Before I co

mad at you right now. I know you're not in good shape and have a lot of questions about you

t of their expectations pressing down on me. Taking

idened, and he e

r confusion evident. "

ed," I repeated, my voice

e to joke, Nala," Fiona

etting married," I insisted, trying

ressed, her brow

me but at the same I needed to tell them something so I said. "Someo

is guy, and why did you conclude that you're going to

he did. He wants to

Fiona shot back, clearly stru

d the truth, they'd want to press charges, and that would only complicate

his brow furrowing with concern. "Who is

y," I replied, tryi

nly you want to marry him?" Rich

" I defended, feeli

way too young for that! And you don't even know him! How could you just sa

creak, and Carlos and his men strode into the house. My heart sank at the sight of him, a he

as if they'd been waiting for this confrontation for a long time. "I'm here to take my wife," he dec

talking about," Richard

ashing a small smile. I didn't smile back; I just

you, Carlos," Fion

, realizing I hadn't mentioned his

ne knows him. And we know wh

questioned, anxiety creeping in. "

id, locking eyes with Fiona. They exchanged a tense glance before he turned b

?" I asked, fe

all, you are my wife," he said as he glanced at

rried yet," I stated firml

tightening as he took my hand. I felt a surge of panic rise within me, wanting nothing more than to pull away and flee, but deep down, I

and allowing us to make our way out of the room. As I turned back to catch one last glimpse of Fiona and Richard, a pang of guilt washed over me. I wished I could help them, but I knew t

door shut behind him. The car lurched into motion, and my heart raced as he handed me a stack of pap

o my hand. Reluctantly, I scrawled my name across the pages, my mind racing with the impl

ce barely above a whisper,

faction in his eyes. "Now w

ruly thought I would find myself signing the marriage certificate today. It felt surreal as if I had stepped into a twisted fairytal

ng on his lips that sent a chill through me. That smile was anything but warm; it was devilish, filled with a dark amusement that made my stomach churn. In th