All Chapters of FORCED MAFIA BRIDES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The feel of my hand engulfed in his. The way my body just curved into his. “That one,” I was long lost for words. We went to dinner and as we had been eating, the largest bouquet of roses was delivered for me from my fiance. Now I was the quiet one, swooped away to the point of silence. A large necklace was brought forward and shifted to my view. I had never seen something so beautiful and glamorous. I had never seen something so expensive. I turned my head to stare at Peter because this was too much. My man only kissed my forehead. Being overwhelmed was an understatement. I shifted closer to him because I wanted to just hug him and not let go. “It’s perfect.” The jeweler quickly took it back just as Peter pointed for him to add a few more along with a watch and a bracelet. “I want all of them engraved with her name,” I still couldn’t wrap my head around this. I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by real diamonds.I leaned my head against Peter’s shoulder as we walked out of the

I was dropped next to a very deep grave that I would never be able to crawl my way out of. The storm was near, the sky rumbling now and again. We were at the back of a large beautiful yet abandoned house. I lay on the ground motionless, my heart suspiciously beating steadily, my eyes running around as I controlled my breathing. I already knew where I was going, what my planned death was. A phone rang, a disturbance in the thick air that promised rain in a few minutes. “Fuck,” The bastard looked around for a second before he looked at me, putting his finger over his lips. He took out a gun and held it directly to me, to silence me before picking up the call. “Yes brother,” My eyes ran around again, trying to calculate my next move as fast as I could. If I had to scream, this would be my chance. But would Slade get to me in time, probably not. “My jet is about to take off. I am going to Novosibirsk as you said,” My eyes fell on a large spade a few feet away. “What?! W

Harsh winds.Harsh rain.Blood.Pain. The rain was drowning me, splatters of mud all over my body. My hands rushed to claw my throat as the water filled my mouth. I wanted to scream for help but I couldn’t. “Peter,” I didn’t stop trying which had me in a fit of coughs. “Peter!” I couldn’t die, not now, not when I was just truly happy. Not when I found him and he made every dream come true, even those I didn't think I had. “Peter!” “ I am here, I am here my love, it’s okay.” The voice broke through the cloud, distant at first but got louder and louder. Hands clamped me and I could feel the warmth suddenly, skin on skin. I shivered, my eyes pulling wide open to see skin. My hands scrambled to hold on tight, taking a whiff to confirm that indeed this was Peter. “Peter.” I cried out. He pulled me to his chest as I shook so hard. “I am so sorry my love, I am so sorry.” The fact that I was in his arms made everything okay. I knew I was safe now, warmth enveloping me and chasing

I was tired of the berating. “You have gone insane. I never should have let you leave! You lied to us! Turned yourself into a whore!” My father stopped, five minutes passing before he began again. Answering him only enabled him more so I resigned to closing my eyes and leaned on my mother’s shoulder. The fact that I was twenty four and could make my own decisions did nothing for my dad. “You are never leaving the farm ever again!” It felt like the drop of prison bars. I imagined running back to the police station and opening a case against my own father. Imagining it was all I could do because I felt so hopeless as my father threw out one life sentence after another. I still couldn’t understand Peter’s words. What did he mean he wanted me to leave? He literally gave me away. He didn’t come to get me at the police station. I tried prolonging the departure from the police station but as soon as my father realized they weren’t opening a case against Slade, he blew a fuse and dragge

The girl’s head shot up with her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping it was as dangerous as I thought it looked. She quickly looked down to her computer then quickly picked up the work phone. I watched from the corner of the eye as the other’s stole glances at me. “Good evening sir, there is Mrs Daisy here to see Mr Slade,” ‘Wife’, I mouthed for the girl to say. “His wife,” The woman added reluctantly, not believing. It didn’t matter if they believed or not, I just needed the word to get to the top. “Yes sir,” The woman said, her eyes coming back to mine. I gave her a questioning look because I couldn’t take the suspense. “He is passing the call through to the main secretaries.” “Okay, thanks.” I nodded. The secretaries knew me right? Hopefully they would pass the call and if he was not there, they would call his personal cell and let him know I was there. What if Slade was not even in the country? I fought to not succumb to the fear coursing through me. “ Yes sir,” The la