The Mafia's Bride
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For fifty years, no girl had been born in the Torres family. I shattered that legacy, becoming the first, and with it came a deep fear for my life. My family sought refuge in the land of the free, America, knowing that the baby my mother carried was a girl—me. Fleeing from a life they once knew, they discovered the horrifying truth: our family had been mercilessly slaughtered for daring to escape. In an effort to protect us, they changed our name, and I became a captive, much like Rapunzel in her tower. Dad found work on a farm, while Mom took whatever job she could find until we could settle. I prayed that our pursuers would never find us, but as the clock struck midnight on my eighteenth birthday, I knew it was too late. They found me, and captured me. There was no escape from the clutches of the Reyes family, and I was the one destined to pay the debt—an age-old debt that spanned over two centuries. This debt could not be repaid with money; it demanded my life.
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The Mafia's Bride Eduardo
I stood in the garden, my eyes scanning the vast expanse before me, but finding no solace in its beauty. The relentless sun beat down on my face, intensifying the frustration that brewed within me. I needed shade, a reprieve from the scorching heat that mirrored the anger bubbling inside."Move the damn gazebo!" I barked, my voice laced with irritation. The staff hurried to obey my command, sensing the anger radiating from my every pore. As they scurried about, a phone call disrupted my thoughts, further fueling my annoyance."What? Another fire?" I growled into the phone, my jaw clenched with irritation. "I'll be there immediately."My gaze flickered towards the mansion, its grandeur now a reminder of the burdens that awaited me beyond its ornate walls. I rose from my seat, ready to face the crisis that demanded my attention, when suddenly, she appeared before me.Yadira, her delicate figure adorned in a pretty dress, approached with a freshness that pierced through my anger. Her hai
The Mafia's Bride Yadira
I was left alone in the room with Lara, the enigmatic housemaid who had intervened just moments ago. Confusion and a hint of defiance swirled within me as I gathered the courage to address her. My voice trembled with a mix of fear and curiosity as I spoke. "Who are you? And what am I doing here?"Lara's gaze met mine, her expression unreadable. A faint smile graced her lips as she assessed me. "Oh, Yadira," she began, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "Surely you know what should take place on your eighteenth birthday?"I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling heavily upon me. "I... I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I had always known about the traditions and expectations that accompanied this milestone, but I had held onto a glimmer of hope that living in America would shield me from them.Lara's eyes bore into mine, her gaze piercing. "Your parents were fools," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and resentment. "They believed
The Mafia's Bride Eduardo
As doubt gnawed at my heart, I couldn't shake the feeling that she might not be the one I had anticipated. Our encounter had been brief, and already she had failed to obey a simple order. How could I entrust my future to someone so headstrong and defiant?I made my way to the door, my mind consumed with uncertainty, when suddenly her voice pierced through the air, laden with unanswered questions. "Wait! Where are we? Why am I here?" Yadira's voice trembled with a mix of fear and confusion.I turned around, my tired eyes meeting her gaze. Clad in a dark Gucci suit, I felt the weight of exhaustion press upon me. "You have no right to ask questions," I responded curtly, my tone revealing my annoyance. "You need to bathe and get ready. Your clothes are in the closet, and there's a bathroom for you to shower."Yadira sat up in the bed, clutching the covers around her. "But why am I here? Why is this happening?" Her voice quivered with genuine concern.I paced the room, my frustration mount
The Mafia's Bride Yadira
It was my birthday, a day that should have brought joy and excitement like in every girl's dreams. But for me, it was different. Dread loomed over me, matching the fears that haunted my parents. I vividly remembered the conversation we had on my sweet sixteen, where the truth of our journey to America unfolded. They sacrificed everything for me, leaving Colombia behind, my mother pregnant and my dad abandoning all he cherished.Their words were not sugar-coated; they revealed the harsh reality of our circumstances. Last night, I had a nightmare that lingered throughout the day, casting a shadow over my every move. It felt as though I was living with eyes wide open, my senses heightened, anticipating an impending threat. I feared they were coming for me.Mom and Dad chose not to acknowledge my birthday, keeping the day hushed within our small household. Their restraint reflected their own apprehension, and I mirrored their subdued emotions. When I arrived home, the silence greeted me,
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