The Mobster's Forced Marriage
The enemy broke my heart. Now I’m forced to marry him.
I’m part of the Bratva. He’s with the Italian mafia.
Our marriage is supposed to ensure our family’s alliance.
I was raised to hate him. Now I’m his vengeful bride.
I didn’t want to marry him, to be my little son’s new dad.
I hate how he reminds me of the forbidden things we used to do.
I hate how he grabs my wrists and puts them behind my back.
And I hate my treacherous heart, going soft and warm for him again.
I will never be his partner, neither in business nor in bed. All I want is revenge.
And yet the woman in me wants something else from him.
She wants his intense sensuality, the dangerous heat he brings out.
She wants his cold hands on her belly and other places as well.
Can I give myself to my arranged husband?
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