365 Days As The Mafia's Bride

NIKOLAI RIDER I tilt my head to the side, waiting for her trembling lips to spill the words, ‘Yes, I do.’“Do you, Kaitlyn Peterson, accept Nikolai Rider to be your rightfully wedded husband?" The priest’s voice keeps trembling to the point that it's becoming irritating to my ears.I am trying so hard to stop myself from getting out my gun and blowing up the old man's head. It is the house of the Lord and I must respect that.My piercing gaze meets hers and she shivers lightly, gulping hard before dropping her head. “Yes… I do," she whispers in a voice that makes it sound like she is crying.“Are you crying, mi amor?" I mutter.She shoots her teary gaze at me and glares haughtily at me before rolling her eyes and looking away.I chuckle at her childish behavior and throw my head back, waiting for whatever ranting the priest still has to do before our marriage is sealed.“Is there anyone here who—" A single glance from me shuts the priest up, and he quickly mutters an inaudible apol

NIKOLAI RIDER To everyone outside the dark world, it is merely a closedown bar, but to everyone who grows in the underworld, it is the haven for secret organizations and deal makers. The largest meeting house for Mafia lords and criminals. I press my thumb on the fingerprint reader and the door clicks open. I mutter a low curse as I glance at the time on the phone and flip the phone into my pocket. I push the door open and trudge in, cautiously walking along the red-colored corridor. Only people who are familiar with Los Pecadores Haven can find the right route among the confusing multiple corridors. I still remember the first time I was here, I kept running around in circles till I had no other choice but to call the ex-boss. Why in the world am I thinking about the past? This is unlike you, Nikolai Rider.I narrow my eyes and swing the small, almost invisible door open, marching down the creaking wooden stairs down into the main building of Los Pecadores Haven. "Welcome to th

KAITLYN Everything in the house breathes wealth and a mite of his intimidating aura. I have never imagined myself living in this kind of home, worse, with someone who I hate with every fiber in my body. I wish that I could escape, but the owlish eyes of his butler, Mr Harris, are fixed on me, and he won't for a second look away. I can guess that there are cameras in the house, watching my every action as well. "Don't try anything stupid. I'm watching," I whisper his last words and scoff in disgust, narrowing my eyes. I still can't place my hands on any famous company that is linked to him, aside from his dad's company, which belongs to Jesse. My heart twitches in pain at the mention of Jesse, and I bite my lips, itching to take my phone and send him a text. This is all my fault. I should have said no, but saying no would bring shame to my father's respected name. And saying yes has destroyed my relationship with Jesse. I desperately need to explain everything to him and

I can't believe it. This is a contract marriage? This means that he will let me go after 365 days. "Does that mean that we will get a divorce after 365 days?" I ask and he nods, narrowing his eyes. "If you obey the rules of the contract," he mutters, and a smile creeps into my face. He twitches up his lips and tilts his head to the side. "You haven't asked what the rules are," he mutters and I shrug lightly. "Well… I'm always good at obeying rules," I grin. It's not going to be hard after all. All I have to do is call Jesse and tell him of his brother's plan. Though 365 days is a long way, with the kind of love we have for each other, he will wait for me. I'm pretty sure about that. He chuckles darkly and nods before picking up the file on the ground. He flips through the pages and shoves it in my face. "Read the terms," he mutters.I take the document and begin to read out the rules listed in the paper."You must behave like my wife in public…" I look up at him and he smirk

KAITLYN I sigh and open my eyes, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyelids. Last night, when I heard the banging of the door and opened my eyes, I realized that it wasn't my door but the one in the room next to mine. I feel heavily thankful that he didn't stay in the same room with me. Now, I feel free and alive from his owlish eyes. I wonder what today will bring forward to me. Thinking about Jesse's words has made me wish that 365 days would come by quickly. I think I know what to do to get by this easily without falling into depression. I get out of bed and look around the bed, admiring the expensive interiors of the bedroom, from the ceilings to the ground. I stare down at my dress and my lips twitch up in amusement when I discover that I am still in my cursed wedding gown. I slip on a flip-flop that I find at the foot of my bed and shuffle into the bathroom like a zombie. Damn! The scent in the bathroom can make one go crazy in admiration. It seems better to s