The mafia's Captive Bride

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r hoping to drown my sorrows in the hustle and bustle of the nightlife, but

h school would mean escaping the to

air, seemed to take pleasure in making my life misera

eases piercing my soul, making me question my worth and purpose. Their cruel words and la

tips with a forced smile, Rachel's venomous tongue struck again. Her t

lt myself crashing to the ground. The sound of my glasses shattering

His chiseled jawline was set in a firm expression, his dark hair messy and unkempt.

g up the distance, his broad shoulders sq

ervously to the side. The crowd's laughter died down, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. The

pable. I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity a

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ndered who was knocking when I wa

e, her dark hair pulled back into a sleek bun, her eyes sparkling

g with respect. "I'm Rosa, the head of the Marino's family's household staff. I w

d morning? Ma'am? I felt like I'd been punched in

5 minutes to be ready. Mr Sebastian doesn't li

racing like a runaway train. In what felt like a record-breaking feat, I emer

e into the beautiful dress. With a tender touch, she fastened the but

anxiety. The dining room was filled with men

y skin crawl. I felt like a trapped animal, surrounded by predators. But I refused to show

mpanied by a tall imposing figure behind him. He was so good-looking that my heart ski

glances at him. Who was this guy? And why does he look like

Daisy, your wife

meone I barely know and to top it all it's the daughter

for a business meeting while preparations are being made f

ng...never!" Giovanni exclaimed,

mmanded his voice stern with anger

h this conver

e, the men in black suits pulled o

led the air. I sat back down in my chair, my heart racing

g them at Giovanni. I felt frozen, l

you will do as I say" he said firmly. Then he turned and walked o

at me like he wanted to hurt me badly, and I felt a chill run do