A story about an oppressed young woman and a ruthless Mafia man arranged to be married in a world neither of them asked to be born in.
Slow Burn Romance.
Morally grey Male lead.
COMPLETED STORY WITH BONUS CHAPTERS ONGOING.
For the next hour, I am forced to walk around behind Alana, as she picks out clothes, chooses shoes and the whole process she has.
I keep trying to talk to her and she just ignores me. I deserve it, I may have been harsh. And she's pregnant. After a while, I realize that I should probably change aswell so I regretfully leave her doing her makeup in the bathroom and go into the closet to change while ideas to make her like me again possess my every thought.
Once I am fully dressed, I walk out into our room to find a sight that knocks the wind square out of me. My wife stands there, looking so casually at her reflection that you would think she just rolled out of bed.
But she looks beyond beautiful, like no one I have ever seen. Her dress is shiny and hugs her luxurious curves with ease, flowing down to the floor. Her ample breasts accentuated to lure me to my knees, and diamonds decorating her delicate neck.
She looks like she carved to perfection, every inch of her delectable body so beautiful, and so mine.
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"Are we not late?" she asks, her tone uninterested. My eyes reluctantly leave her alluring body and find her eyes, lookinv back at me with a hint of an amused smirk.
"Uh, yes. We should go." I nod. She grabs her small purse and we walk out to get Ace then head downstairs.
After an excruciatingly quiet car ride, we are at the party.
