Forced By The Mafia King
The Cloud
He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it."
She blinked, confused. "Why?"
"It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn."
Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant.
She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself.
But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now."
Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking.
"I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason.
Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of.
"Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath.
Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go.
His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine."
"Why me?" Her voice broke.
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Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy.
As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her.
"Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya.
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