Lahat ng Kabanata ng Arranged Marriage with Mafia: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I don't know how these two days went. With all the wedding preparations going on around me in which I took no interest as I was busy thinking about my dreadful future.Now I am sitting in my room getting ready to go to church for the biggest day of my life. MY WEDDING.My sister came inside my room and almost shed tears the moment her eyes fell on me " Oh my god sweetie you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen" she gushed with moist eyes. Hearing her praise calmed my nerves a little bit. At least someone thinks that I am pretty.But this happiness was just for a short time because someone came to tell us that the wedding was about to start.Just then Damon came " Anna we have to go," he said as he looked at me. He was the one who was going to walk me down the aisle as I had no father or brother. He was the closest male relation I had after my father which made him responsible for my life decisions. Isn't it strange that even though I was a fully grown adult I wasn't allowed

I closed my eyes to block out all the other voices in my head that were stopping me from revealing my secret to him and asking me to just run away.But I was done running away, it was all I did my whole life. Now I wanted to let someone in, to just say that secret out loud and get it over with." I was fourteen years old when one night my uncle, who was my mother's brother, who became our guardian after my mother's death came into my room and started to undress me, and when I tried to scream he told me it was of no use because there was no one who would save me, I swear I tried to scream but it was of no use no one came to my rescue. After that, he started to come to my room whenever he wanted. That continued for one year but one day I g..ggot news that D..damon k..killed him". I said sobbing.When I looked into his eyes they held anger, he raised his hand and I covered my face to escape the blow but that slap never came, in fact I felt something warm on my head it was his hand he was

I went near Alex and turned my back. He tried but it was not coming off, just then I heard some shuffling behind me and then a tearing sound. That's when I realized that he had cut off my dress with the knife. I held the dress at my chest when I heard him saying "Done"."It was a nice dress," I thought looking at my torn dress. "You are not going to need it again, " he said, making me realize that I had said the word aloud. His lips grazed my ears lightly when he continued "Because now you're my wife and we're in this for life".His husky voice and touch made me shudder.I wasn't able to stand this weird sensation anymore so I ran from there to the bathroom.I took out my torn dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I was only wearing white lace underwear and a bra. White because my aunts and cousins think that it will show purity but how would they know that I am anything but pure? I removed my undergarments as well and looked at my body, I had more than average-sized breasts a

In the morning when I woke up, I realized I was alone in bed. Alex was not beside me, just then the bathroom door opened and Alex came out half-naked. He only had a towel around his waist, his tattoos and scars were all on display."I have already taken a shower, you also get ready, our flight to Chicago is in an hour," he said while drying his hair.“ Do you want a photo?” Alex asked cockily with one raised eyebrow while smirking as he caught me staring at his body.I quickly averted my gaze and looked everywhere other than his face, as he was still smirking, which was making me feel like an idiot for making a fool out of myself in front of him.At last, I looked down, trying my best to hide my flushed face as it was embarrassing to get caught while looking at his half-undressed state.I wouldn't admit it in front of anyone but he did have a good body. He was well built like a fighter. All muscles and strength.If I hadn't feared men this much then I would've considered myself lucky t

Alex's povWhatever I did last night was to make her feel comfortable around me. Marriage was something that was never in my plan. And I knew that even If I ever got married it would be purely for business not for love. But even if it was for business I never wanted a wife who would fear me. I accept that I wanted a wife who would obey me, but also someone who could take a stand for herself in public if needed. When I first saw her I felt protective towards her, when she cried on our wedding night and told me about rape I felt something fierce in my body- an urge to kill her uncle for forcing himself on her, for touching what was mine but unfortunately her uncle was already dead. If not I would have broken every bone in his body, cut his dick off, and fed it to him only.My whole life I have protected my brothers, and our territory but now I have one more person who needs my protection but the only problem is she's way more fragile than my brothers.With my brothers, I don't have to