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.

better, for worse, for richer,

jolt to reality and a reminder

sickness and 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 had a smirk on his face as he waited for

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tears that threatened to

asked after a few

down my eyes as

knew I was being forced to do this, every

sick

sat, I could hear the threat

found it hard

my whole life this

open and everyone

pepper hair walks slowly into the church, his presence

a striking mix of black and grey, was packed into a

the metallic glint of the weapon adding to the tension in

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

he raised his hands

of many

brought their guns

bodies littered on the floor and the unending bullets, Chris immediately pushed me away from him, running off to save his

sarcastically, watching him run

advantage. I pulled off the heels I was

dress ripped as I started to run but

bullet whizzed past and I turned around to see who had

walked in earlier stared at me coldly, the gun in

ran out of the church, another bullet whizzing

behind me as I ran

do? What do