Forced bride of mafia king
He froze
“Why so soon? We can wait till after the wedding”
I kept my voice low and even.
“After the wedding isn’t an option”
I didn’t tell him the truth. It had been eight months and I still remember exactly how she felt in my hands. The waiting was starting to feel impossible.
Instead, I said,
“The moment I put that ring on her finger, she became mine, and I don’t share what belongs to me.”
He measures his next words carefully, trying not to trip the wire.
“I understand that,” He said “but it isn’t ethical for a woman to live with a man before marriage”