THE MAFIA KING'S STOLEN BRIDE

Prologue 

"You are mine, Milene," Nicolas drew his finger against my cheek, before his grip covered my throat.

I frowned, "I'd never be with the man who kidnapped me on my wedding day and threatened to kill my family." It was futile to resist his strength, but I'd rather die trying.

Milene's POV 

“It’s crazy you’re getting married in three days,” my twin, Michael, teased. “If Mom were here, she’d be going crazy.”

I ignored him, and just then, Mom came in. “Daniel just called. He’s coming over to meet your dad and uncle.”

“When?” I asked, panicked.

“Ten minutes,” Mom replied.

“Mom!” I gasped. “I’m not ready!”

“You look fine,” Michael teased, messing with his hair on purpose. 

I glared at him. “Shut up.” I rushed upstairs to get ready.

When I looked in the mirror, I cringed. My hair was wild, and I wasn’t dressed for company. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on a short pink dress I’d never worn. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was all I had time for. I quickly applied some makeup, blush and mascara and ran downstairs.

I slowed when I heard voices. Daniel, Dad, and Michael were talking, and when Daniel saw me, his gaze lingered on my legs before meeting my eyes. Michael and Dad wasn't impressed.

Dad’s face went cold. “I want to give you something in my office, Daniel,” he said.

Daniel smiled and followed Dad.

Michael stepped in my way. “Go change. You’re showing too much leg.”

“I have nice legs,” I snapped, irritated.

“You don’t need to show them off to Daniel,” he insisted.

I rolled my eyes. “He’ll see more than my legs on our wedding night.”

Michael blocked my path again. “Go change, Milene. Now.”

I grabbed his stomach and pinched him hard. “You won’t make me listen just because you’re a gangster now”

Michael didn’t move, but I slipped past him. As I walked away, I swayed my hips for effect.

“You have an impossible temper,” he whispered close to my ear .

I smiled. “I have your temper.”

“You act perfect when others are around,” Michael said. “But Daniel’s in for a nasty surprise when he marries you.”

His words stung. Was I really that different with Daniel? Outside my family, I was controlled, calm. But with them, I was stubborn.

I heard a knock on the door, and Daniel entered. He gave me a small smile before his gaze shifted to Michael, who stood glaring. 

“Micheal,” I said, trying to sound polite. “Can you give us a moment?”

Michael smirked. “I’m already giving you one.”

“Alone,” I said firmly.

Michael shook his head. “I need to protect your honor.”

I was furious. If Daniel wasn’t here, I would have pinched Michael again.

Daniel stepped closer, kissed my hand, and said, “Milene’s honor is safe with me. I’ll wait until our wedding night.”

Michael reached for his knife, but I stepped between them. “Daniel is my fiancé. Let us have a moment.”. Micheal refused so I walked off in anger looking for Dad to vent my anger. 

Later, Michael came into his room, looking uncomfortable when he saw me sitting on his bed waiting for him. “How badly did you embarrass me in front of Daniel?”

“I told him about your wedding night,” Michael said. 

I froze. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him to treat you like a lady. No rough stuff.”

I hit his shoulder. “Why would you talk about that with him? It’s none of your business!”

Michael looked away. “I don’t like thinking about you... with him.”

“Shut up,” I yelled. “How am I supposed to face Daniel after this?”

"If it was up to me, you'd be a nun," Michael teased, still holding me in his arms.

Dad walked in, looking between us. "I thought you’d stop fighting when you got older."

Michael let go, and I stumbled as I stood up. "She started it," he said, shrugging.

I shot him a glare. "He embarrassed me in front of Daniel, Dad."

Michael shrugged. "I told Daniel I’d rip his balls off if he didn’t treat her right."

I stared, in shock