Girl Number Eight

Girl Number Eight

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"I never asked for this, I never wanted you but I have to marry you, like it or not!" -Isabelle Greene. Isabelle Greene's parents entered her into a raffle to win an agreement of marriage between her and Jacob Blakefield, the son of the richest man in America. Isabelle's parents were poor and tickets were 200 dollars each so they could only afford one. Ticket number eight, the winning ticket. Gangs were after the Greene family so Isabelle was put into an orphanage the night before her parents were murdered. On her sixteenth birthday, Isabelle is forced to move to New York to start preparations for her wedding. Jacob is a player, wild, and likes to party. Isabelle doesn't want to marry him but she has to, for her parents. Can she make a player fall in love with her? Or will she just fall in love with him? She can't just be Isabelle Greene anymore, she has to be Girl Number Eight.
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ARRANGED MARRIAGE "I will not marry anyone. I don't care if it's for alliance, because we both know we don't need it!" I hissed back. Our mafia was one of the most feared, if not the most. No one dared touch us, so why marry a man who cannot give us anything. Before I got to speak up again my father slapped me right across the face. I gasped and put a hand to my cheek. My mouth stayed shut and I sat down in silence. Neither my mother or my brother did or said anything. I wouldn't except them to, since they never did. "I am your father and you will show me respect!" He demanded and sat back down. My cheek ached and I knew it would leave a mark. One I would have to cover up later. "But father, if you just tell me why," I tried and he cut me off again by picking up a fork and throwing it in my direction. He missed by a few inches only. My mother stared blankly down at her plate, not wanting to show my father a reaction. "Do not question me Katherine. You're leaving tomorrow" He said at last. ----------- What happens when the stubborn and independent Katherine Lopez is forced into marriage? Was it all for alliance between two mafias like her father said? And how far will she go to break the arrangement before the wedding date? Will she kill to get what she wants? Read the story to find out;)

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