Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

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the seat positioned before himself and mum, I sank in

inform me that my parents would like to have a word with me this very instant. A part of me already kinda figured ou

rting to think it was. Father picked up his whiskey filled glass and took a sip before returning it back to the table. My mother was seated beside him with

to say and I felt my heart sink into my stomach with a d

ons the moment you clocked eighteen. You’d be getting married in a week's time and a

gainst the inside of my chest, blinking unbelievably and gl

d been brought up to be a good and obedient wife to whoever would end up getting picked out for me. It was tradition for fathe

ci in a week's time.” Father stated

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dly against my ribs, my hands were starting to shake due to how close I was to losing control o

ored that someone as powerful as him would want to marry from our family, despite the fact that there are higher generals with daughters i

h them in a strained whisper, my voice breaking unashame

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years older than you are.” My father dismissed my prot

my own thoughts but having no other choice left, “Anybody but him, father. He’s scary and ruthless, you’ve sai

swallowed emptily, shifting in my seat and star

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atever you hear without enough proof?” Father snapped and I

his wife. Nothing’s going to happen to you if you do whatever he demands of you as fast as you can without questions.

his glass which was half filled with whiskey on the wall exactly where my head was positioned a second ago had I not ducked immediately with a panicked scream. I scrambled

Father shouted angrily at me with a finger pointed in my direction and I cried harder. “Knowing how Luca is, I’m sure he would be able to make you obey him without questions a da

ave to live life the way she did, I didn’t want to have to agree with whatever my husband says without questions, I di

of my own choice. But I’ve been hoping I’d marry someone in my own age range who’s already o

ost two decades older than I am, it wasn’t

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red of him, incl

nging off the wall in his office to pour himself another drink. I remained in my current position, knowing it was stupid of me to still hope he’d

ok her head and glanced away from my direction. With another wayward sob bubbling in

leading to my room. I didn’t stop to acknowledge my younger brother who was standing outsid

uld get the door open anytime he wants before sliding down against it and burying my face in my palms,

entified as Mrs Ricc

ke me sob even harder, hating life and my