Forced to Marry the Mafia Don

he would be a better wife for Gio, but she's still too

ow much I loved my sister, I couldn't help but envy the attention Papa gave her. Maybe if Sienna had been the one to marry, I wouldn'

riage, you won't get a single cen

dn't easily be voided. But with the influence of the Locatelli fami

I dressed and prepared. It seemed li

ry well. Aside from knowing he's passionate in bed and his na

Gio is here," our h

rst meeting, my heart raced with nervousn

helper, who closed the doo

tensity of his gaze. There was no life in his eyes, and y

en though I didn't want this marriage and felt nothing for him, I had to m

remained cold, as if he was reluctant or forced to speak. He survey

n though his question was straightforward. "I-I'm good. How about you?" I

egged my father not to marry me off to him. I thought he might double the abuse

sses him. He erases anyone who opposes him. He's heartless, devoid of compassion and

s eyes, intensifying my unease. I couldn't tell if I actually

raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to me. "We

sking me this now? He left me without a word, a

r a few days, but.

n me, but I also realized I didn't really care. It's not that I was hurt, to be honest; I didn't feel an

where he went during the time he left me. Who wa

swirling in my head, I co

Gio turned away from me, about to

we going?"

mpatience with my seemingly pointless question. I pressed my lips to

f person you had to immediately understand what he meant because he didn't like repeating himself. He was hard to read

gings. Everything was neatly placed into a few suitcases that I would

r frame, watching me. I avoided his g

things, you all may leave no

watched them, trying to avoid the piercing gaze

p he took, I felt my saliva go dry. I t

ence alone was enough to make me tremble with fea

ding right in front of me. I attempted to move away from him, but G

ed softly. I felt weak,

ut am I allowed to kiss my wife? Am I

this as my duty as a wife, so I nodded. As long as Gio

nod. I let out a faint moan du

elt weak. Was I really weak, or did I just not want

as drinking alcohol with every touch of his lips, and I lost myself in it. "I know you don't want this marriage