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Guess who is the Man I am getting married to? None other than Mr Ryan Bradley!! I just can’t believe it. I tried everything in my power to convince my parents. I cried, screamed, yelled, threatened, but they are stubborn. They think that getting married to Ryan is the best thing that can happen to me! He is a great man! The most eligible business tycoon and most handsome man any girl would want! They can’t even see that he is eight years older than me!! So, I don’t have any other way, than-to-just-run!

The man uses the blade to cut off Peter's head and blood splash all over him. I couldn't help the loud gasp that escape my mouth. The man turns his head towards my direction and my world collapse. He's... Fred... He's... The man I'm married to... He's my husband... But right now he's someone else... I could barely recognize him.. he has an animalistic looks in his eyes, his nose flares like a hungry lion... Like a lion that's ready to kill.... Like he still need more blood. No, this can't be.... This can't be my Fred... I quickly turn around and run away from there.

It sounded really loud, with so much force it was as if it was coming out of me. Sybil held me and literally dragged me to a large office, when we went inside I was surprised to see the people inside. "Sorry Frank, I guess you can't win at all." The woman said smirking at the old man. I'm pretty sure something happened here earlier because that woman and the man I married are facing each other and they are surrounded by these people. "But I can." The man I married said confidently. "my offer explicitly states that you'll own Spencers Co., once were LEGALLY married." He said emphasizing the word legally.

The fate that awaited me in that man's house terrified me. The man I just married looked nothing better than the man who had taken over my previous home, trapped me in a dirty cage, and took pleasure in the tears spilling down my face. The man I just married looked nothing better than the man who broke my leg all for the purpose of hurting my heartless father. The man I just married looked nothing better than the one who humiliated me, filmed my humiliation, and left it on the dark web for everyone to see. Death is better than this.

My eyes widened as I realised he was wearing a ring. Panic surged through me again. “Oh my God, you are married? Please do not tell me that I just slept with a married man?” “Look at your hands, Nat.” He said laughing. I did and saw a matching wedding ring. My heart skipped a beat, and my mouth went dry. “What… what happened?” I stammered. The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “We got married last night.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at him, my mind racing. Married? How could I have gotten married and not remembered any of it?

” continued asking the man. “We don’t know yet, Sir,” “I need to know everything about his marriage, everything about the woman and where he is living now, okay?” “Yes, Sir,” said the man respectful. That man couldn’t be married to anyone, he had to learn life was not what he wanted to make of it. Regrettably, he was not going to be the only who would learn that but also, the person who had decided to get married without looking into his past, into his life, into his heart.

I must admit, I did miss him, a lot. I'm glad he's safe and here with me. I remain in his embrace basking in the warmth he provides, and shamelessly enjoying the way he had me spoon from behind. It's quite unbelievable how I found myself married to a man like this, Vince is the perfect description of the type of man I want, well except for the mafia part. I didn't admit it before, that was because I was confused and angry. But I'm glad to have getting married to him, instead of giving my body and my all to some unserious guy who isn't ready for life.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

"I've had enough of you. The woman I have always loved is Diana. I will marry no one else." Caroline sat frozen on the floor, her face streaked with tears. "But you were always so good to me. You always helped me with my problems. Whenever I called, you came..." "I said I've had enough of you. Did you not hear me?" Caroline's face was drained of color. At that moment, the man standing before her felt like a stranger. "I only agreed to look after you out of respect for your parents. I never intended to spend my life with you. You repeatedly interfered with me and Diana over trivial things. Because of you, I lost her..."

"Or how rough he can fuck. Do you think his cock is just as big as he is?" “Girl, snap out of it," the second girl chided her friend. "The man is married. You don’t stand a chance with him. No one does.” Wait what?? He’s married!? Does his wife know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream? She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones. God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.