The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 1

Katrina's POV

My grip on my flower tightened as I stared straight ahead.

Today was meant to be the happiest day of my life, yet still, I remained the unhappiest in the room, a stiff smile on my face. "Smile properly, you make it seem as if you're being Forced." Marcos, my father cautioned me and I shifted my gaze to him. But I was getting forced.

I didn't dare say this in front of him though, I could walk down the aisle with a bruise on my face and no one would bother.

After all, this was the mafia and anything could happen.

His arm was linked through mine as we waited for the procession to start.

Please, Lord, I need a miracle to help me escape this wedding.

The door was pushed open and we started our walk down the aisle, Chris, my supposed fiance, stood right next to the priest with a sickening smile on his face.

Marcos was the son of a business partner, he had been charged with millions of sex offenses, but he managed to escape the law each time

Why? Because of his father.

I felt disgusted by the thought of spending the rest of my life with him, but I did my best to control it.

Marcos handed me over to Chris, and I immediately pushed his sweaty hands off my waist

"We'd get rid of this attitude after we're married, Chris whispered to me and my face blanched.

I swallowed thickly, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

This was the exact definition of going from the frying pan to the fire

I needed to do something to stop this wedding, but what?

It was already too late to try anything and if I dared to turn around to run, my back would be riddled with bullets.

Forcing a smile on my face, I zoned out of the priest talking not wanting to be here.

your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to protect from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

jolt to reality and a reminder that this

in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy Lavy A lump formed by my throat as I stared at Chris silently. He

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Chapter 1

tears that threatened to spill, finding it

asked after a

tear slipped down my eyes as I stared

forced to do this, every one

watched for their sick amusement, staring

from where he sat, I could hear the threat

it hard to say those

couldn't live my

everyone turned to look at who had interrupted the

shoulder-length salt and pepper hair walks slowly into the church, his presence immediately

packed into a low ponytail, his grey eyes

in his hands, the metallic glint of the weapon

softly in the quiet church, heightening the sense of uncase I

any words could be said, he raised his hands opening

by the presence of many more and bodies dropped to the floor

and his men immediately brought

unending bullets, Chris immediately

huh?" I asked sarcastically, watching him run out of

advantage. I pulled off the heels I was wearing and sought a way

to run but that didn't bother

I turned around to

walked in earlier stared at me

pace as I ran out of the

footsteps behind me as I ran

do? What do I