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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 119: With all of my heart
As I made my way towards the elevator, I noticed the attention I was receiving from those present in the club. Although some of my soldiers were discreetly positioned throughout the venue, it was much easier to identify the members of the Kadik gang with their leather jackets and dark jeans. I confidently approached a group of them, extending my arms. "I have an appointment with Konstantin." As I had expected, they conducted a search for weapons before allowing me to enter the empty elevator. The doors opened, and I could hear classical music playing from the speakers, an intriguing choice considering the nature of the individual I was about to meet. There he was, seated like a king, reclining in an opulent velour chair with one leg casually draped over the armrest. Dressed in a flowing white shirt and loose dark trousers, his appearance would have been almost comical if not for the underlying tension. "Konstantin Solntsevskaya," I greeted him, noting that Emily was nowhere to be s
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 120: Not gonna happen
EMILY Love. That single word had replaced the suffocating fear that had nearly drained me of the will to survive, even though thoughts of death still lingered. Despite being assured that the nightmare was over. From the moment that bastard had forcibly taken me from William's house, I had resigned myself to never seeing Rafael again. While the monster had not followed through on his threat, instead locking me away until he eventually dragged me to the club, I couldn't shake his cowardly face from my mind. But amidst the haunting images that I knew would fade with time, Rafael's heartfelt words echoed in my ears. The horror in his eyes when he laid eyes on me confirmed that he would move heaven and earth to find me, if need be. Curled up under a blanket on the couch, my legs tucked close to my chest, I gazed at the crackling fire he had built. The uncharacteristic cold snap had given him an excuse to pamper me with hot chocolate, the fire perpetually ablaze. I would never have exp
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 121: His Devotion
I also came to understand that Rafael had his limits when it came to sharing details about his business and his involvement in certain matters. He had mentioned before that it was partly to protect me, although I couldn't be certain if it was solely due to a lack of trust. Regardless, I decided not to push the issue at that moment. Instead, I cherished the time we spent together, enjoying our dinners and the comfort of his embrace. Amidst the chaos of bullets and death, a realization nagged at me, refusing to be ignored. Sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, I playfully said, "What if I promise that I'll never let that happen again?" Rafael pulled me up from the ground, a skeptical look on his face. "Do you honestly think I would fall for such a promise?" he replied. "Not at all. You're a wise old man," I teased, unable to suppress a grin. Despite his guarded nature, Rafael had shown me various facets of his personality, including his vulnerability. My love for him was profoun
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 122: An Amazing Man
"Mmmm... And I love you," I replied, my heart filled with the weight of those words. We remained wrapped in each other's embrace for several minutes, and when he finally eased away, I felt an unexpected sense of emptiness, a subtle pang of loneliness. An irrational fear crept into my mind—that I would always worry about his return, that I would never feel completely safe. But as if he sensed my unease, he zipped up his jeans and gathered me into his arms, disregarding our disheveled state as he led me back to the living room. Tenderly, he settled me on the couch, pulling a blanket over my naked body. Then, he simply disappeared. Confusion and worry washed over me. Had I done something wrong? I waited anxiously for a few minutes, contemplating getting up from the couch, when he reappeared. In his hands, he held an open bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. It was a moment of enchantment, especially coming from a man who claimed not to have a romantic bone in his body. He pour
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 123: Filled with Hope for the Future
I went for a drive to visit Stefan at the hospital before returning home. Upon entering the house, I immediately sensed its coldness and stillness. It seemed as though Emily had left, and although I would have been devastated, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. She deserved to have a happy life. With a heavy heart, I dropped my keys on the hallway table, finding it difficult to proceed further into my own lifeless dwelling. Without Emily, there was no love, no brightness. I made my way towards my office, and as I approached the open door, I froze. She had discovered the papers I had signed, another secret I had kept from her. Frustration welled up inside me. Then, a delightful aroma of vanilla and cinnamon caught my attention, emanating from the kitchen. Confused, I ventured closer, and my senses were greeted by additional scents that made my mouth water: garlic, tomatoes, onions, and the fragrance of fresh bread. Taking cautious steps, I continued towards the kitchen, and amidst
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 1. You'll Be Mine
"Hello, Madeline," he greeted in a deep, smooth voice that held a captivating allure, capable of sending shivers down the spine of any woman. However, I didn't belong to the type of women who fell for such refined charms. In the ruthless world of the mafia, the alluring demeanor of a handsome man had no place. With his hands casually resting in his pockets, he strolled with an air of nonchalant indifference. That infuriating grin adorned his face, showcasing a set of flawlessly white teeth. It was a boyish charm seemingly designed to dismantle my defenses. Faced with this precarious situation, I had only one option: a move I had been trained for since stepping into this unforgiving world. Swiftly, I propelled myself away from the door, aiming my gun at his temple. "Stop right there, you despicable bastard. It's over," I declared. He chuckled genuinely, acknowledging my stance with a respectful nod. "I don't think so. In fact, it seems you find yourself in quite a predicament." He
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 2. Handsome Stranger
I recollected the events of that day prior to the intrusion of the stranger into my residence. I was en route to the church for my wedding ceremony. "You look absolutely stunning, though that scowl on your face is quite intense," Dana remarked. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, feeling a strong dislike for the dress, the meticulously styled hair, and the imminent marriage that awaited me in less than an hour. "I feel utterly miserable. This is exactly what my father has always envisioned for his little princess," I grumbled. Dana rolled her eyes, walked over to the small vanity, and took hold of my champagne glass. "I think you need this. Maybe I should order another bottle." I wrestled the crystal stem from her grip, tilted it back, and nearly drained the glass. "You mean because I'm being coerced into an arranged marriage?" I replied with a touch of sarcasm. Dana remained oblivious to the world my family was entrenched in. She was my American friend, unaware
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 3: Taken Captive
"I'll save you from an awful marriage and assist you in destroying the man you so clearly despise, but in return, you will be mine in every way." I was not shocked by his audacious words; rather, I was appalled and disgusted. "You must be kidding." "Not in the slightest. Rest assured, what you would go through with Ernesto... let's just say, being seen in public would become quite challenging." "You're unbelievable." "And I possess the key to your freedom," he declared firmly, his gaze unwavering, never blinking. I contemplated his proposition. What I knew for certain was that there was no way I could go through with marrying Ernesto. He was right; the mere thought made me cringe in disgust. Perhaps if I played along, pretended to cooperate with this man's absurdity, it might buy me some time, unless I could find a way to escape. I weighed the different scenarios, attempting to rationalize them in my mind. I was a fighter, and I had to take a stand, even though fear trembled thr
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