29 parts Ongoing MatureBook 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series
An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection.
Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....馃尪
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"Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth
"No one. Leave it" I said
I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip
"WHO?" his voice dangerous now
"NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him
"Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer
"Why do you care?" I asked angrily
"Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him
He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon.
"You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine
"Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging
"Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face
A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed
"Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted
"Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek
"It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped
I hate to be vulnerable like this!!!
"It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded
"Come here!"
He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me.
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Arranged/forced marriage
Mafia princess x Business man(mafia)
Grumpy x partially grumpy
Indian guy x Italian gir