Marie Force Fatal Series Novels & Stories

Chapter 3:marriage day ✅ Johnson Robin POV _______________________ “Kill me, just kill me now” Why did I do this? I could have anyone, maybe a blonde or a brunette, or a tall leggy model that could wrap her legs around me all night; God all this thinking is giving me a headache.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

How could I be so stupid? "Anything my little fiancée wants." He whispered on her lips then kissed her rough while groping her body. A small tear fell from my eye realizing this was the real Ace. The one I knew, my Christian, was the imposter. "I don't feel..." then Marie collapsed into Ace's chest. I began pulling at my chains desperately. Did he kill her? Was I next? What is happening? "Fucking finally!" Ace's voice lost all its playfulness and turned back to a harsh deep tone. His hands threw her body from his lap and she hit the floor like a rock.

I flipped over the pages and caught wind of her marriage certificates to both Blake and to Jonathan. ‘The joining of Nathara Kali and Jonathan Tigers’ Uhm. He wasn’t lying after all. Wonder what happened to them. I kept rummaging through the dusty office, finding completely useless information; they are all useless now because hey, now I know for a fact that Marie is dead so any brand new bitch coming at me with some ‘I’ll help you find your sister’ is just completely insane. “Ma’am.” A guard startled me. “What?” I took a sharp glance at him and he immediately corrected his posture; bowing and keeping his face glued to the ground.

I looked away as more tears streamed down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, crying won’t solve anything,” she said in a low tone, taking a step closer. “It’s easy for you to say, you aren’t the one who was forced into marrying the devil!” I spat. I shouldn’t be taking out my anger on Maria, she had no part in this, but I couldn’t help it. Maria sighed before speaking. “The Signore might have forced you into getting married to him, but he’s definitely not a devil..”

Dev cries out, completely wrapped up in the story. Citra carries on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Sometime in all of the abuse, he had marked her. And in her weakened, human state, she was dying. She had enough time to tell Marie what happened before she died in her sister’s arms.” “Fuuuuuuck!” Liam drawls out and several others chorus the sentiment. “What happened to Marie?” Charlie asks.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Marie clicked her tongue. “I dare either of you to attempt hurting me and I will end your lives without a blink, especially you, Serena,” Marie said and glowered at her. She dropped to her knees and began stabbing Baron brutally and repeatedly in his head and each part of his body that her knife laid on. “Oh moon goddess,” Serena cried in terror. She gave him the last stab in his temple and withdrew the knife. She licked her lips which had blood on them like the rest of her body. “This should be a reminder not to mess with me. You've just suffered a rejection…but the next time would be death” Marie sneered and stood up to get feet.

"She should be dead by now for what she did to you." Dead? The only person I knew capable of eliminating someone without hesitation was Don Gio. Was he responsible, or was it Hank who had done it? "You killed her?" "You know Gio. He ordered those men to do to her what she wanted done to you, and then they were to be declared missing." That was a relief. Marie was terrifying, and I didn't want to encounter her again. Not only did she drug me, but she also wanted four men to take turns raping me.

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.