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.

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

jolt to reality and a

lawfully wedded husband, to have and to obey from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poores, in 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

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the tears that threatened to spill, finding it hard

asked after a few seconds of

slipped down my eyes

forced to do

they all watched for their sick amusement, staring at

from where he sat, I could hear the threat in

it hard to say

couldn't live my whole life this

that moment, the door pushed open and everyone

hair walks slowly into the church, his presence immediately drawing

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

metallic glint of the weapon adding to the tension in the

echoes softly in the quiet church,

he raised his hands opening fire in the

the presence of

immediately brought their

the unending bullets, Chris immediately pushed me away from him,

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

the

I started to

past and I turned around to see who had

at me coldly, the gun in his hands

as I ran out of the church, another bullet whizzing

behind me as

do? What