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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN

Autor: Iris Brown
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-11 23:31:45

Lyla’s POV

I pulled the straps of the gown up, standing in front of the mirror. I looked nothing like I used to just a year ago. Green eyes, short black hair, long back gown that dazzled with the lights, black lingerie with the knives each of my men have gifted me over the time, a gun in my purse and red lips wearing custom made red bottoms. Even my shoes were a weapon. My eye shadow was so dark, the wing of my eye liner the sharpest I have ever done.

Fuck, I was hot.

I left the room after spr
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    Lyla’s POVMy sister's brown eyes glowed in the evening lights. In the space of a year, she had grown into a beautiful woman, and she was dressed like one too, a low plunge purple gown that brought out the richness in her hair and skin colour. She was almost as tall as my dad, so I knew she was wearing high heels.Behind her, a man walked, wrapping his hands around her waist. Silvia froze the minute he touched her, but she didn't move, her hands shaking nervously as Christian kissed her cheek.“Not now,” Emilio hissed, grabbing my hand. I did not even realize when I had moved. That devil, the demon, was so close to my baby.I had to kill him.Christian dragged her away from the top, whilst my mother and father still stood there. “I need air,” I croaked, rushing through the crowd. I heard my men chase behind me, but I don't stop, not till I'm outside in a garden, heaving.“He…he…he,” I stammered, the words lodged in my chest.“Deep breaths,” Achilles said, standing in front of me. “Suc

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN

    Lyla’s POVI pulled the straps of the gown up, standing in front of the mirror. I looked nothing like I used to just a year ago. Green eyes, short black hair, long back gown that dazzled with the lights, black lingerie with the knives each of my men have gifted me over the time, a gun in my purse and red lips wearing custom made red bottoms. Even my shoes were a weapon. My eye shadow was so dark, the wing of my eye liner the sharpest I have ever done.Fuck, I was hot. I left the room after spritzing some perfume on my pulse areas, and walked down slowly. Each of my men were already dressed, and the pain of the last time I saw them like this flashed through my head.“It won't happen again, Lyla,” Achilles said, taking my hands. “I'm never letting you out of my sight.”“How did you know?”“Because I know you my love,” he said, kissing my cheek softly. “You're not the same woman anymore.”X came and stood close to me. “You look beautiful baby,” he said, kissing me.Isaiah came out from

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX

    Emilio“Give me a little twirl,” I said to her as she came out from behind the curtain.Lyla’s face foamed hot as she turned around slowly, her ass wiggling. “Do you like it?”“Mmm,” I thought, shaking my head no. We had been in this shop for more than an hour, and the owners were kind enough to send everyone away, except the workers. I almost drove a pen through the eye of a guard that was staring at Lyla, but that sweet ass in those black shorts, I guess I couldn't blame the man for taking a peek.“Emilio,” she groaned. “You are horrible at this.”“Maybe I'm just trying to help you look extra beautiful,” I threw my hands up. “Is that a crime?”“No, but I need a dress that fits,” she sighed and walked behind the curtain again. For some reason, Lyla refused to let me behind there, saying I should only see the rewards of her efforts and not the process.”I had a glass of whiskey I downed, tapping my feet in the empty room. Earlier, Isaiah had given us all earbuds for communication, and

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