Arranged... a Mafia Love Story

Arranged... a Mafia Love Story

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"N-no please!" I say begging my father not to go ahead with his decision. "My choice is final Beatrice." My father looks down at me with disgust. "Mum.. mum please don't let him do this!" "I'm sorry hunny" My life, since the day I was born just went well downhill. 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤-𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝚞 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! <𝟹
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"We never asked for this. Our lives were written by others, our hearts shackled to a contract neither of us wanted. But somewhere between the lies we told ourselves, we found something we never expected to feel-something dangerous, the truth ." Love was a luxury I never sought, never allowed myself to want. I built walls so high, pushing people away to keep them safe, only letting a few in for fleeting moments of pleasure. But when her parents demand an arranged marriage to unite our families, my father has no choice but to agree. Defy them, and we risk everything. I knew her already-knew the way the sun made her skin glow, the way her curly brown hair danced with every step she took. But did I like her? That was a whole different question. Our families' hatred ran deep, centuries of bloodshed and betrayal fueling the fire that had burned between us for as long as I could remember. The only reason I even tolerated her was because of her brother-my best friend. The one person I thought I could trust... until I learned I was never supposed to be his ally at all. Now, fate has forced us into a marriage neither of us wanted. It feels like a foreign limb, an unwanted tumor growing at my side, suffocating every ounce of freedom I had. The question is-can we both survive this? Or will one of us end up broken, shattered by the weight of what we never asked for? But somewhere along the way, the impossible happened: I fell for her. Completely. Undoubtedly. And now, I don't know if we'll make it out alive... or if we'll destroy each other in the process.

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