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 be your lawfully wedded wife, 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

to reality and

for better, for worse, for richer, for poores, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,

bc..

III

Nov 21

Chapter 1

tears that threatened to spill, finding it

The priest asked after a few seconds

my eyes as I stared at

knew I was being forced to do this, every

their sick amusement, staring at

from where he sat, I

hard to

live my

and everyone turned to

man with shoulder-length salt and pepper hair walks slowly

mix of black and grey, was packed into a low ponytail,

hands, the metallic glint of the weapon adding to the

the quiet church, heightening the sense

he raised his hands opening fire in

arrival was soon followed by the presence of

and his men immediately brought their guns out, letting out

the unending bullets, Chris immediately pushed me

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

advantage. I pulled off the heels I was

dress ripped as I started to run but that

I turned around to see who

man who walked in earlier stared at me coldly,

I ran

heard footsteps behind me as I ran

do? What do

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