The Mafias Angel Ordeal.

felt heavier. I clenched my father's hands as if my life depended on it, which it did in some ways. My stomach hurt from fear, my heart bang

cally deserted-no more than ten heads. Among them, I recognized only Nadeem, my father's trusted bodyguard. The rest were people I had barely interacted with. This wasn't my plan for my life. I

the side of his neck covered in tattoos. Beside him, four men in identical n

ed men by my groom inquired, commanding decorum in the hall. "We need no int

eard of you." I muttered, looking down at my breathtaking imported wedding

of the violin is needed." He stated his voice cold a

omes ou

now? My thoughts raced. How did I get here? My entire morning had been a blur. My father had simply told me to get dressed and that today was the day. When I protested, I was met w

h wine carpet, but I continued moving. My father's hand intertwi

ng to my right. She wore a gown that matched mine, yellow instead of white; her veil was also like mine but thicker, a

d in me. This marriage was supposed to signify peace between two of the most powerful families in Los Angeles. But at what cost? My freedom? My life? My father

slightly, waiting for me to make the final move. I was supposed to tap him

veryone into a panic, and in a split second, a sharp yet excruciating pain ripped through

hidden behind masks. They yelled orders to the guests as they scrambled to find the source of the shot.

"Somebody help her!" But my groom

detached. "Someone dared disrupt my wedding

authoritative. Even as I lay there, gasping for br

er begged, "save

y chest. "She's been shot twice; we can't save her; she's as good as dead." He Finalized.

, and my body grew colder. My father wrapped me in his arms, tears

barely audible. "I love you so much," I

over me, gun in hand, positioned to shoot. But surprisingly, he

o!" I s

ke, my heart racing, m

ough the fog of my nightmare. He was gently shaking me from th

oor, and there was no blood, no gunman. It was just

"Did you catch his face today?" He as

my head slightly, still trying to recover fr

ing... I whimpered. "I

dad would never give you away to someone you don't know. It's th

to Nadeem's words as I stepped out

, but deep down, I wasn't sure w

lame when things went wrong. Despite this setback, he rose from bank manager to wealthy entrepreneur, owning a flourishing bank. Though emotionally distant, my fat

ss killer, a man who would choose revenge over his wife's life. There's