My Mob Husband
The prospect of my impending arranged marriage loomed, and the realization dawned that my freedom was never truly mine to grasp.
"Y-Yes, mom," I stuttered.
The man nodded, his face contoured with disappointment. “Really? Who could be this lucky man, then?”
"Who else? There is only one person befitting to be my daughter’s husband," my mom stated, almost arrogantly. "Mr. Vicenzo Romanov is interested in getting to know our daughter, and he has agreed to marry her after this meeting."
The mere mention of that man's name sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn't met or seen him before, but for some reason, it brought chills to my bones.
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