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"IS THIS A MARRIAGE OR A SURVIVAL GAME?!" His jaw ticked. "Both." Then, to the guards nearby: "Get her cleaned up. We're finishing the ceremony." "I'M NOT MARRYING YOU—" "You killed my bride." His voice was cold. Final. "You owe me a wedding." "That's not how marriage works!" "It is when you kill an alpha's intended." He leaned close. So close I could feel his breath on my face. "Of all the idiots who could've killed her," he said quietly, "it had to be the one with spicy eyes."

Swallowing my pride, I said, "It's too remote out here. I can't get a ride, and my phone's almost dead. Could you… come pick me up?" "Oh? Now you're begging me?" He let out a mocking laugh. "Right now I'm—" A soft, sweet voice suddenly cut him off. "Lex, are we almost at the bridal shop? I can't wait to see your face when I'm in my wedding dress." Lex's tone immediately turned harsh. "Catherine, stay right there and think about what you've done. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson." The call abruptly disconnected. A moment later, my phone buzzed.

He stepped forward into the light, and his blue eyes did not look at the bodies on either side of me, and his face did not change, and when he stopped at the head of the table he did not even glance in my direction. "The tradition is the tradition," he said. "When a husband dies, his brother takes the bride." The patriarch's red eyes lifted to his son. The whole hall went still. And the cold man, looked at his patriarch across the marble and said the words that ended my life and began something far worse. "Father" "She belongs to me now."

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.

I shook my head, my gaze caught on the edge of a familiar book and I glared up at him, inching my hands towards it. “And you’re wrong. Norton’s friends or not, they’re not going to stand by and let someone woman who couldn’t even wait for her wedding night to get pregnant. They’re not going to give a damn if it would disrupt the natural order of the Full Moon Pack. Yes, your marriage is the most pressing thing right now on the eve of war because what happens if you die, Candido?” I thumped him in the chest as my eyes began to burn and put my hands on the Moon Goddess book. I closed my hands around its edges and readied myself to run. I gathered my strength as I went on. “What happens to the

"Hey, I'm not afraid of threats from you. You will regret kidnapping me who is a stubborn woman. I would rather die than marry you, ah—" I was shocked when his hand grabbed my neck, pressing hard until my head snapped back. "You think death is the best choice for you hmm—even to die, you have to beg me!" "Eummph—" He kissed me, rough, hasty and greedy until I was out of breath. "Hh—you" "You want to play with me hmm—I will serve you happily" Bastard! He bit my lip, the taste of blood tasted on my tongue… damn! What kind of man is he! Is there any woman who can love a sadistic man like him. Oh God save me from this devil.

Enzo leans in and places a cold, consequential peck on my cheek. He could have slapped me instead because that's what his peck felt like. Normally, after someone gets married, there are cheers and a wave of happiness from all ears in the church. But the church fell silent today. I'm glad Barones and Marino are sitting under one roof, and no one has been shit yet. Not soon enough, Enzo wraps his hand around my arm roughly and takes me down from the altar. I no longer feel like a bride but a prisoner has been taken to jail.