I stood beside my father, his death grip in my bicep. "Listen to me you little cunt, you will make this man happy. If I catch wind of you misbehaving, you will be very sorry." He growled in my ear, my expression stayed rested, completely blank. I heard the music and walked beside my father.
That grin, it made my skin crawl. All these faces I didn't recognize, hundreds of important assholes staring at me, watching my life get handed over to a man like paper money. This dress made me seem so heavenly, so innocent... it disgust me. I have more blood on my hands than half of these men. My new 'husband' should watch his tongue, or he will join in my bloodshed.
I reached the alter and was handed off, once in front of my 'husband', I noticed many things. He was tall and pretty good looking, he had these deep brown eyes, black locks and a sweet smile I knew was fake. His hands were rough, encasing mine in a false grip. He then turned and faced the priest. At this horrible event, I have to listen to this old fart list bullshit. So I zone out to most of it, just standing beside him.
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RomanceMafia Novel ~Killian~ A name that sparks thousands of feelings, depending on the age. This city has been under the rule of the Ashford family for years. From the old to the young, they have been trained to respect the family. The dark nature of thi...
