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Viló
It's been about a month since I got back from Paris. I'm getting married in a week. — I'm scared shitless. I don't know who I'm marrying. I don't want to get married to someone I don't love. I don't want to be someone's property. — Fuck. In about an hour I'm meeting the man I'm marrying. And his family. He's apart of a underground mafia. — Time to get ready. I put on a long non revealing dress.

— I was running late

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I was running late. I was in my limo. I was about a minute away. My parents also came. — We finally made it and I slid out of the limo following my parents. — We walked into a very expensive restaurant. — I followed my parents up to the table where everyone was at. I introduced myself, I made a good impression but the man I am marrying looks like he'll only use me as a fucking sex doll. — I'm sick of living in this mafia world. — I sat down across from him.
Kilos
"Well hello there.. I'm Kilos. And you must be.. Viló."
Viló
"Nice to meet you."

It's been about an hour or so. I haven't spoke. I just sat there. — I excused myself to go to the bathroom and Kilos followed. I sighed and instead of going to the bathroom I was about to get in my limo. —
Kilos
"Where are you going doll?"
Viló
"Home."
Kilos
"May I come with?"
Viló
"No."
Kilos
"I am your fiancé, When we get married I will do whatever the fuck I want to with you."

I got into the limo quickly and locked the door. My driver stepped on it. He drove me home. — I walked into the lobby. I kept my head down. I was having an anxiety attack. Everything is catching up to me. Fuck. — I quickly got into the elevator and I started to burst out in tears. — As soon as the door opened to my penthouse I ran inside and went directly into my room and buried myself in my blankets.

Emiliano
Bella
"Don't forget we have have to go to a ball in 2 weeks."
Emiliano
"I won't."

I went into my room after the phone call with my mother. I tried to fall asleep but all could think about is her I don't know where she is, I don't know if she's okay. I don't know if she's dead. Fuck my life. I groaned and finally fell asleep.
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Viló
It was my wedding day. Great. Cant wait. — I didn't want anyone to help me get ready so I locked my door so no one could come in. I slipped into a black wedding dress, just to puss off Kilos parents.

I put some make up on and did my hair and left the house

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I put some make up on and did my hair and left the house. My wedding was on a fucking beach. I never wanted this. I cant do this. Why me? — I got into my limo and we drove to the beach. — I got out of the car and saw everyone sitting patiently. Fuck. My mother was coming up to me.
Vasilisa
"¿Que diablos llevas puesto?"
(What the hell are you wearing?)
Viló
"You told me this is a wedding and I need a dress. So I got a dress. Sorry I'm not perfect enough."
My mother rolled her eyes and she lead me to my father. — He walked me down the aisle. — He gave me a hug. I stood across from Kilos. He was giving me "seductive" looks. What the hell. —
kilos
"Til death do us part. I do."
Viló
"I..... I do."
I started tearing up I miss that man so much. I don't think we were just sleeping with each other. I think it was more than that. — Kilos walked me to our limo and we drove off.
Kilos
"Baby come here."
Viló
"I am not your baby. Get away from me."
Kilos
"We are going to a honeymoon suite, you better fucking obey me."
— I'm not going to lie. I was scared shitless. — I don't know what  to do. — We made it to the honeymoon suite.— We walked into the lobby and we went into the elevator and we made our way up. — When we got up there Kilos forced me inside and locked the door. He brought me to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. He started taking off my dress. ..h..help.
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