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The Mafia Queen's Bethroted Married.
(Stanley POV)“THE WHAT?!”My voice was so loud, it bounced against the cabin walls. A few of the suited men even glanced our way, though their expressions didn’t flicker.Lissa just sat there, lounging like this was the funniest thing in the world. Her lips curled up, her gaze traveling over me like I was already hers.“The marriage,” she said, like it was the most normal word in existence, which it was but not at this moment. “Our. Marriage. Didn't you somehow already know about this. So why the shock?"My chest squeezed. Yes I knew but I still hadn't come to accept the fact. Plus it didn't have to be so soon, did it? I'm just twenty two. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No, no, no. That’s insane. That’s old shit. That’s history. People don’t...nobody does that anymore.”Her smirk widened. “We do.”I gripped the armrest like it could anchor me. “Betrothal? Marriage? I’m a fucking college student, not your...”“Not my what?” she cut in, that stupid smirk never leaving her
The Mafia Queen's Bethroted Kidnapped
StanleyMy throat felt dry and my head pounded. The first thing I noticed was the cold strap across my chest.Seatbelt?I blinked, trying to adjust to the low hum vibrating through the floor. My eyes landed on the plush leather seat beneath me, the scent of polish and expensive cologne thick in the air.“What the hell?” I croaked, pulling against the belt. “Where am I?”“My jet,” a voice replied smoothly.I turned my head.Lissa was sitting right next to me, elbow propped on the armrest, chin resting lazily in her palm, like she's been waiting forever for me to wake up. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, eyes glowing with amusement like a cat that'd finally cornered its favorite mouse.“Your what?”She tilted her head, lips quirking up. “My jet. You know, a plane, with wings, engines, flies in the sky? Don’t tell me you’re too much of a nerd to know what a jet is. I thought you guys were supposed to be the smart ones."“What...what are you talking about? Of course I know what a
The Mafia Queen's Bethroted Knocked out
Stanley I didn’t go to class the next morning. I couldn’t.The diary still sat heavy on my desk like it was waiting to choke me the second I touched it again.My family died because of these. My parents. And if any of grandpa's last rambling were true, it was the same for him.And they wanted me to join the same life? I'll probably be dead before I even understood it. I tried to shut the thoughts out, think of something else, but every word still echoed.You will hate me when you learn the truth.He was right.I did hate him. How could he just decide my life without my permission?How could he tie me to his world...and her?Lissa Everything just led back to her. My family’s deaths, this betrothal, even my so-called future. Tied up to a girl I didn’t even know two weeks ago.I rubbed my face hard, thinking about going to see Chloe. She had known my grandfather somehow and had given me the diary. She had also looked at me like she actually cared, so maybe she could help me. Help me
The Mafia Queen's Bethroted A walk through history
Stanley I sat on the bed, the old leather diary heavy in my hands. Opening it, I was met with faded ink, dried and old, but still readable.On the inside cover, scrawled in a handwriting I recognized all too well: PROPERTY OF SERGEI MOREAU.My grandfather...Diary of Sergei MoreauMarch 5, 1993First entry. Viktor said writing keeps the mind sharp, so here I am, scratching my thoughts into this book. I don’t know who will ever read this. Maybe no one. Maybe myself when I’m old.Anyway, I'm Sergei Moreau. A former Boyevik (enforcer) for the Orlovs, now a personal guard to the Pakhan's daughter. Alongside me is Viktor Ivanov — my brother in everything but blood. We stand outside her doors, follow her in the shadows, eat at her table when permitted, and sleep in shifts. This is the life of a guard.She is seventeen now. Getting wild, spoiled, untouchable. Beautiful too, though I dare not say it aloud. She is the Pakhan's jewel, daughter of Zhena Pakhana (the “first wife,") herself.
The Mafia Queen's Bethroted The council
LissaThe apartment door shut with a soft thud behind us. Stanley walked ahead, his body stiff, not once looking back at me.What the heck had happened at that station?I'd been surprised when I received a call from Malik saying Stanley had been arrested but after hearing it had to do with Kara. It immediately clicked. Still, it didn't stop me from using all my contacts to quickly get him out.Yet now it seemed I had still been a step too late. Something had happened there.Did he tell them I did it?“Stanley—” I started.He didn’t answer, just went straight to his room, shoved the door closed, the lock clicking.I stood there, stunned.For the past week, things have been different. He’d stopped looking at me like I was a plague he couldn’t shake. He’d started…opening up, even if it was little things, like his professors, class, he blabbered about everything and I listened with a grin on my face. He might not have noticed, but I did. He'd been lonely for so long that finally havin
The Mafia Queen's Bethroted Arrested
StanleyIt had been nearly a week since I’d…Yeah. Since that day in the bathroom when I’d jacked off to a picture of my stalker.My stalker, who I now knew was named Lissa. Mostly because instead of disappearing like any normal person would after being told to, she’d… moved in. Not officially, but she was there every damn day. She made food for me, cleaned and asked about my day with that patient look like it actually mattered to her. Like I mattered to her.Somehow, she’d made my apartment feel different.Less empty.I’d even caught myself listening for her footsteps when I came home.It was pathetic. But she made me feel—God help me—comfortable. Seen.She flirted with me on purpose, of course. Little touches, sly smiles, leaning close enough for me to smell her perfume and whispering stupid nicknames until my ears turned red.And the pictures… yeah, those didn’t stop either. I’d gotten so used to waking up to one that it felt wrong when I didn’t.I’d lost track of how many times I’
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