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.

to protect from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for

jolt to reality and a reminder that this

to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's

bc..

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Nov 21

Chapter 1

tears that threatened to spill,

a few seconds of

tear slipped down my eyes

forced to do

all watched for their sick amusement, staring at me in

Father called from where he sat, I could hear the threat in

it hard to say those

couldn't live my whole life this

everyone turned to look at who had interrupted

hair walks slowly

packed

his hands, the metallic glint of the

quiet church, heightening the

he raised his hands

soon followed by the presence of

men immediately brought

the unending bullets, Chris immediately

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

the heels I was wearing and

as I started to run

I turned around to see

earlier stared at me coldly, the gun in his hands pointed at

pace as I ran out of the church, another

heard footsteps behind me as I ran

do? What do