Unveiling the Dark Secrets: My Forced Marriage to the Mafia

Chapter One: Captured

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"Who is she?" I inquired, casting my gaze upon a woman in the distance, to my staff.

"She's Megan Sanchez, sir. She's 24 years old, a high school graduate, and she lost her parents when she was 15 years old," my staff replied.

"Sir, your father called and he wants to talk to you," my staff handed me the cellphone.

"Yes, dad?"

"What the hell are you doing, Devin? You were supposed to meet your fiance!" my father's voice boomed through the phone, causing me to instinctively move it away from my ear.

"Dad, how many times do I need to tell you that I don't want to marry her?" I whispered softly.

"If you don't want to marry her, then find a woman and bring her to me. If you can do that, I will cancel the wedding, and you will marry the woman you bring in front of me. Understand?"

"Yes, dad," I responded before hanging up the call. Despite my attempts to talk to various women, none of them agreed.

"What about Megan Sanchez, sir?" I turned to my staff, who knew exactly what was on my mind.

"There's no harm in trying," I nodded in response.

"You know what to do."

Megan Sanchez's POV

I felt exhausted as I stretched my arms and bid farewell to my manager.

Aron offered to accompany me, but I declined, opting to walk alone on the nearby street instead.

While walking, I suddenly took a step back as a van came to a halt in front of me. My anxiety soared as its occupants emerged and forcibly took me.

"What the heck! Let me go! I'm just a poor girl," I pleaded, but one of them covered my mouth, causing me to lose consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. Rising to my feet, I cautiously opened the door, relieved to find it unlocked.

"I need to escape from here."

With utmost care, I stepped outside, only to find myself wandering aimlessly due to the vastness of the house.

I think I'm lost!

Taking cover by the side, I observed a group of people engaged in a conversation. One of them had their back turned, appearing to be their leader.

"Boss, we've taken care of it," one of them remarked, widening my eyes.

Does that mean they killed someone? If that's the case, I'm in danger here. I must find a way to escape.

As I prepared to rise, someone brushed past me.

"What's that?"

"Is it yours?"

They exchanged comments, and I closed my eyes as someone approached and tightly grasped my hand.

"Ouch, let go!" I exclaimed as the grip tightened.

"It seems like you're lost," their boss, still facing away, remarked, leaving me taken aback when he eventually turned around.

"Sir... Devin?" I managed to utter, recognizing him.

"What do you want from me? I'm not doing anything. Just let me go," I pleaded repeatedly. However, he pulled me back into the room, locking the door behind us.

Unable to contain my emotions, tears streamed down my face. Why? What did I do wrong?

I wiped away my tears, letting out a bitter chuckle. Who would have thought that a renowned CEO, billionaire, and rumored mafia boss would take an interest in a destitute girl like me? So, will he end my life too? I've heard so many things.

As night descended, I glanced at the door as it swung open. A man emerged, carrying a tray.

"He said you should eat," he stated, but I paid no attention to the food.

"You probably know Sir Devin Luis Wonderford, right? And he doesn't tolerate disobedience," I glared at the man, anger seething within me. "If I were you, just kill me! Instead of keeping me imprisoned here!" I shouted. I saw his fist clench, ready to strike at any moment.

"Why are you holding back? Isn't that what you're good at? Inflicting harm and taking lives?" I spoke without hesitation. He turned his back on me, but before he left, he glanced at me, smiling devilishly.

Surveying the room, my frustration grew when I noticed a CCTV camera. What do they want from me? What purpose do I serve?

Lost in my thoughts, a tall figure suddenly entered—the infamous Sir Devin. Nonetheless, I cared little. I met his cold gaze with my own, braving his approach.

"Sir Devin, what do you want from me? Just let me go," I mustered the courage to ask. I stood up, while he settled onto the bed I had occupied.

"Scared? Such a coward. You were so brave earlier, and now you're afraid?" he uttered coldly.

Fear gripped me as he withdrew a knife, pointing it menacingly in my direction.

"See this? Do you want me to end your life?"

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