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.

forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

reply was immediate, a jolt to reality and a reminder that this

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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tears that threatened to spill, finding

The priest asked after a few seconds of

tear slipped down my eyes as I stared

forced to do this, every one of

their sick amusement, staring at me

he sat, I could hear the threat in his

hard

my whole

pushed open and everyone turned

hair walks slowly

packed into a low ponytail, his grey eyes staring coldly

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

echoes softly in the quiet church, heightening the

any words could be said, he raised his hands opening fire in

of many more and bodies dropped to the floor

his men immediately brought their

and the unending bullets, Chris immediately pushed me away from him, running

asked sarcastically, watching him run out of

the heels

ripped as I started to run but that didn't bother

past and I turned around to see who had

man who walked in earlier stared at me

picked up my pace as I ran

as I ran into the parking

do? What