chapter 10

"To be the bride of a Mafia Boss."

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A LIVING CORPSE BRIDE—that's what the whole organization calls the woman Israel has brought home after a long, bloody night.

She was a woman who was stiff and lifeless, as though her life had been extinguished a long time ago; she was a porcelain doll who did not have her own will. Israel treated her like any bride would, but in exchange for the affection he shows, there is a side of him that tears horror and obsession over every inch of her.

Althea looked at herself in the mirror, her face covered in make-up, as a female member of the organization was busy dolling her into the woman they assumed she should be.

"Close your eyes; I'll be applying eyeshadow next," the woman uttered as she sat there silently.

For the next couple of days, the man had everyone in the palm of his hands. turning the tables upside down the moment he came home and brought a woman by his side. He did not even let anyone protest regardless of their opinions, and for her,