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,

reality and a reminder that this

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

bc..

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Chapter 1

fought the tears that threatened to spill, finding it

The priest asked after a few seconds of my

down my eyes

forced to do

watched for their sick amusement, staring at me

I could

hard to say

my whole life

that moment, the door pushed open and everyone turned to look at who had interrupted

with shoulder-length salt and pepper hair walks slowly into the church, his presence

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

his hands, the metallic glint of the weapon adding

quiet church, heightening the sense of

words could be said, he raised

by the presence of many more

immediately brought their guns out,

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

protect huh?" I asked sarcastically,

to my advantage. I pulled off the heels I was wearing and

to run but

whizzed past and I turned around to see

man who walked in earlier stared at me coldly, the gun in his

pace as I ran out of the church, another bullet

heard footsteps behind me as I ran into

I do? What do