Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband
rward with his elbows on his laps, inspecting me fro
night. This man, whom I am about to be sold off t
fact that chills
he speaks up and breaks the op
elt like someone had attached a megaphone and shouted it
imself from killing me whenever he hit me, this man w
d twenty-four a few months ago," a voi
celebrated it alone since dad died, and even before he died, none
rs were playing tricks on me, but I didn
front of my soon-to-be-husband. He doesn't have to know that I'm sensitive, or else
ity to get married to a man who loo
emotion from my face. I raised my head higher in a show of defiance and conf
Is this yo
d they tell their usual lies that I was a maid who had been rescu