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.

to have and to protect from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law." "I

reply was immediate, a jolt to reality and a reminder

sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,

bc..

III

Nov 21

Chapter 1

fought the tears that threatened to spill, finding

a few seconds of

tear slipped down my eyes as I stared

was being forced to do this, every one of them

sick amusement,

Father called from where he sat, I could hear the threat in his

found it hard to say those

couldn't live my whole

the door pushed open and everyone

and pepper hair walks slowly into the church, his presence immediately drawing

black and grey, was packed into a low ponytail, his grey eyes

his hands, the metallic glint

he takes echoes softly in the quiet church,

said, he raised his

presence of many more and bodies dropped to the

brought their

bullets, Chris immediately pushed me away from him, running

protect huh?" I asked sarcastically,

the heels I

ripped as I started to run

past and I turned around to see

who walked in earlier stared at me

my pace as I ran

me as I ran into the

do I do? What do I