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.

Katrina 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 you part, according to God's holy

was immediate, a jolt to reality and a

poores, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according

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fought the tears that threatened to spill, finding it hard

after a few seconds of my

tear slipped down my eyes as

I was being forced to do this, every one

sick amusement, staring at me in

where he sat, I could hear the threat

found it hard to say those

couldn't live my whole life

moment, the door pushed open and everyone turned to

with shoulder-length salt and pepper hair walks

grey, was packed into a low ponytail, his grey

held two guns in his hands, the metallic glint of

softly in the quiet church, heightening

said, he raised

was soon followed by the presence of

his men immediately brought their guns

the unending bullets, Chris immediately

protect huh?" I asked sarcastically,

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

started to run

bullet whizzed past and I turned around to see who

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

as I ran out

heard footsteps behind me as I

I do? What do I