The Mafia King's Stolen Bride: I Do Or I Die

CHAPTER ONE | STOLEN BRIDE ISABELLA "Do you, David Coleman, take Isabella Rossi to be your wife, to love and cherish her, through all of life's joys and challenges?" The priest asked Cole, whose eyes have never left mine since I walked down the aisle with my mother. He doesn't hesitate when he says,“I do" with a wide smile and almost teary eyes. I am already in tears when the question is directed to me. “Do you, Isabella Rossi, take David Coleman to be your husband, to love and cherish him, through all of life's joys and challenges?" I nod my head eagerly. “I…" The sound of a gunshot rings in the garden where my wedding is taking place.Like a horror movie in slow motion, I watch Cole fall to the ground.“Oh my goodness. Cole." I exclaim as fear envelops me. Rushing towards him, I turned to him only to see a wound on the side of his stomach. Cole was shot! “What the hell!" I scream in fright and horror, watching as my soon to be husband bleeds heavily.I am so occupied with c

CHAPTER THREE | IN BED WITH THE DEVIL ISABELLA I got married to a handsome devil and I hate myself for it. I was taken to the same room I was dressed in immediately after the wedding was over. My ‘husband' didn't come with me. He went with the others to the reception…my supposedly wedding reception that I wasn't invited to. I didn't mind though, I am currently an emotional mess and I don't want anything to add to my burden. My mind traveled miles out of the universe while I sat on the king sized bed of what I'm guessing is my new room. Series of questions invade my troubled mind and at the same time, plans to escape are formulating in my head. How did I get here? What the hell is going on? Why the hell is everything horrible happening to me and finally…How do I get out of the shit I was forced into without getting myself killed?It is quite obvious that Damien Alejandro is an extremely dangerous man and trying to escape his grip would be signing myself up for a death sentence

CHAPTER FIVE | WRONG TURN“I can't help you Louisa. I'm sorry but I can't." I say head bowed in shame for being a coward. If Damien is as dangerous as she made him seem then it was in my best interest to be on his good side if I ever want to walk out of this marriage with my head on my body. There's a high chance that he'll catch me trying to kill him and it wouldn't end well for me. I wasn't willing to take that risk. Giving her one long lasting look of sympathy, I start taking my leave but her voice stops me. “Why? Why wouldn't you help me? Ain't you desperate? Don't you want to leave?" “I want nothing more in this world than leaving here and forgetting everything that happened. I'm not a murder, neither am I an assassin. I just want to leave here in peace and not with my body in pieces. I'm sorry for your loss and I hope karma hits Damien in his balls but I'm no god, I can't take life when I didn't make it. Please, find someone else for the job." I go up stairs, planning to lo