All Chapters of His Bookshop Bride : Fake Married to The Mafia Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Roman“So what you're telling me” I began in a controlled tone “Is that in order to get the Ricci Family's seal and control the Family completely, I have to get married to someone for a minimum of six months?”My late father's current solicitor, Jonathan Bianchi, gripped the briefcase like a lifeline.“I…yes.” he swallowed, hands folding in on itself. “Th-th-Thats what the contract says Mr Ricci…Sir.”My eyes narrowed.“And you're also saying that there is no alternative to these terms?” I asked, raising a brow. “No legal loopholes or technicalities we can use to circumvent this? No forgeries either?” I leaned forward as I spoke and the man leaned back, eyes widening.“N-None at all Sir.” He said, “Your Father was very clear on the terms. Even included a transcript recording of his conversation with my father to make it clear. It must be a legal marriage, following regular procedure and recognised by the law.”He pursed his lips, clearly holding something back from the way he looked

Roman The first thing that came up as I rose into consciousness was pain. A dull ache that seemed to weigh in on my entire body. I wasn't unfamiliar with that kind of pain. It had cycled through every mission. I'd trained and joined myself to bear through it.I couldn't, for the life of me, remember why I was feeling it NOW.My eyes cracked open to find the blindingly painful view. I persisted, blinking until my vision adjusted and the brightness cleared to find a ceiling.It was brown, wooden and polished carrying a glow that seemed to emanate from the sun.And it was DEFINITELY not mine.Where was I? How…My own thinking trailed off as memories hit me all at once. The gunshots, running and getting shot. And then…HER. The last thing I'd seen before falling unconscious.Alarm bells rang in my mind and I quickly tried to sit up only for a dull ache to pulse through my left arm. I groaned from the pain and looked to the side to find my left arm covered in bandages. A bloodied spot st

EvaIt was official. I'd gone crazy.Staring at the man I'd saved a day ago, disbelief and incredulousness filled me. I'd already gone through an entire rollercoaster in a single night. Coming up from my already closed shop after some inventory to find a random shirtless and bleeding man with a literal GUN behind my counter. An admittedly hot shirtless man, but that was besides the point.All in all, last night was already enough to cope with. I'd somehow screamed at a dangerous stranger out of my home, taken ANOTHER dangerous stranger in, learned how a gun feels and even how to pull out a whole goddamn bullet from a person. I was running on less than 4 hours of sleep and had seen way too much fucking blood than I ever wanted. Surely, after that nothing else could surprise me, right? Right?Apparently wrong, since he'd chosen to spit those words out.Marry him? Those were damn near the most ridiculous words I've ever heard.I was waiting for the punchline, but nope. His face was—