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.

forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness

immediate, a jolt to reality and a reminder that this was

Katrina, take Chris to be your 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

bc..

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Nov 21

Chapter 1

to

priest asked after a few seconds of my

slipped down my eyes as I stared

knew I was being forced to

watched for their sick amusement,

where he sat, I could hear the

found it hard to say

live my whole life

open and everyone turned to look

walks slowly into the church,

and grey, was packed into a low ponytail, his

his hands, the metallic glint of the weapon adding to the tension in the

he takes echoes softly in the quiet church,

said, he raised his hands

was soon followed by the presence of many more and bodies dropped to the floor

brought their guns out,

and the unending bullets, Chris

protect huh?" I asked sarcastically, watching

my advantage. I pulled off the heels

as I started to run but that didn't

turned around to

me coldly, the gun in his

pace as I ran out

behind me as

do? What