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.

this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and

was immediate, a jolt to reality

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

bc..

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Thu, Nov 21

Chapter 1

tears that threatened to spill, finding

after a few seconds of

eyes as I stared at

was being forced to do this, every one of

they all watched for their sick amusement, staring at

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

it hard to

couldn't live my whole life

open and everyone turned to look

salt and pepper hair walks slowly into the church, his

grey, was packed into a

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

step he takes echoes softly in the quiet church, heightening

said, he raised his

soon followed by the presence of many more

men immediately brought their guns out, letting

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

huh?" I asked sarcastically, watching

pulled off the heels I was wearing and sought a way to

ripped as I started to run but that didn't

past and I turned around to see who

me coldly, the gun in his hands pointed at

I ran out of the church,

footsteps behind me as I

do I do?