Follow
Chapters
Share
Borrowed bride: Sold to the Mafia boss Novel Cover

Borrowed bride: Sold to the Mafia boss

On her wedding day, the ruthless Mafia Lord forcefully married her, hijacking her wedding ceremony. Ariel don't know why she became the mafia's target but all she knows is that she married the ruthless Mafia. Will this marriage bring fortune to her or curse?
Chapters
Share

Chapter 3

Ariel thought Alaska was joking about their honeymoon starting that night, but true to his word, Alaska open the door to the room where Ariel was locked up, he was in his pajamas, his hair a little wet.

It was obvious he just took a bath.

Ariel panicked.

"Is he really going to observe the honeymoon like he said?" Her mind went wild.

Her dinner was already sent to her hours ago but she hasn't touched it and clothes to change into.

Alaska looks at the tray of food on the table and don't talk.

He walks towards the bed, Ariel instantly curled up in fear.

"I told you our honeymoon start tonight. What are you still doing, take your bath and join me in bed fast"

Ariel's heart jumped as Alaska climbed unto the bed. She quickly gets off the bed to escape him, picks the new clothes and run into the bathroom.

She sighed deeply after making sure she had locked the bathroom's door very well. Since she managed to escape into the bathroom, she already had a plan.

She will stay in the bathroom until she is she sure Alaska had fallen asleep.

Thinking about all that had unfolded in her life that day, she could not but cry silently.

She took her bath and waited for some time, making sure Alaska was already asleep before she quietly gets out of the bathroom and tiptoed into the room.

Wanting to make sure Alaska was really asleep, she climbs the bed and wave her hand in front of his face to be sure his asleep.

She sighed when she realized Alaska was really asleep. She initially wanted to sleep beside him on the bed but she thought it will be dangerous sleeping beside him on the bed.

She turned back to go to the sofa deciding to sleep on it. But Alaska suddenly pulled her into bed in his embrace, tightly holding her. Ariel looks shocked since she thought Alaska was asleep.

"What did you think?" His voice echoes in her ears.

"I told you to go take your bath and get ready for the honeymoon"

"I... I" Ariel stutters in fear.

Her heart pounding fast.

She was already cupped up in his large embrace and could feel his warmth, but she knew it was dangerous.

Alaska smirked angrily.

He turned her body under him and hooked her, placing his body on hers.

With fear, Ariel tries to shake him off her but Alaska closely stares into her eyes to see how powerful she could be to get away from him. Staring dangerously into her eyes, Ariel could not bear to look at his face and close her eyes in fear.

She felt dead, but her subconscious mind kept telling her to get away from him, how could she do that when she was already trapped under his body?

Alaska's dangerous stares stopped on her face, watching her without saying anything. Ariel's heart almost stopped beating with their body touching.

"Do you think you can run away from me?" He felt like Ariel had done the most unthinkable thing.

"I'm Alaska, remember!" He thinks Ariel's action was absurd.

"I...I... I," Ariel stuttered and struggled to get freed from him, but he was too powerful for her. She thought he has slept but he was pretending to be asleep.

How evil!

"Are you try to act smart?" Alaska wanted to know if she was just playing games with him or being serious.

"No!" She let out with shaky voice, her heart in her mouth.

"I wouldn't dare," she breathed nervously with so much fear.

"Good! Only if you are courting death," he forcefully smiled.

"You cannot run away from me, get that," Alaska then start to caress her body, looking deeply into her eyes.

"This is your punishment," he smashed his lips on hers and kisses her roughly, biting her lips.

Ariel tries to break free, struggling under his hold.

To her, it is an assault, repeatedly kissing her without her consent, but what can she do? She is now his wife.

Alaska continues to roughly kiss her until she gave up her struggles. When he realized she was no longer struggling, and seems to have surround to him, he let go of her lips.

Ariel gasps for breath, tears flow down her cheeks.

"You are mine already, you don't have to struggle with me" he softly kissed off the tears on her cheeks and place his hand on her night wear to take them off.

Ariel knew that there is nothing she could do now, she already stops struggling but she hated it.

She doesn't want it either.

Alaska looks up to her face when he realized that she was not reacting to his touch and stop his action.

"Are you weary of me?" His eyes flicker.

Ariel couldn't look to him; she could only shed tears.

"I'm not likable by others, so deal with it" he pulls off his shirt, his broad chest exposed to Ariel innocent eyes.

She immediately turned her face aside, she already given up. Since he wanted her body so much, then he should have it.

But then, a thought hit her mind.

"I'm not" she managed to reply.

"Is just that, I'm...pregnant" she lied.

The moment Alaska heard her, he frowns. His expression instantly changed.

"You what!" He immediately pushed her away from him.

Ariel is surprised to see him react like that. She just wanted to get away from him and lied, she doesn't know her lies will be effective.

"I'm..."

"You're disgusting!" Alaska let out furiously which scares Ariel. She quickly hides under the bed sheet seeing his furious face.

Alaska stares at her breathing heavily, he picks up his shirt and leave the room.

Ariel looks surprise that he left.

"Did he leave because I said I was pregnant?" She tries to understand, but that is the only reason he could have left.

Ariel felt so relieved.

She touched her chest in fear; her lips felt hurt from his bite. She fell on her back, like she just escaped death. She realized she would not be able to run away from him forever. It dawned on her that she was trapped for real, with no way out, she can only pretend to be pregnant now to keep him away from her.

Then she burst out in tears, wailing so loudly.

"Jack, where are you?" She cried, scared of what would become of her life from then on.

Ariel knew she was unfortunate to have encountered Alaska. Crying her heart out, she believed she needed answers; she needed to know what was going on.

"Why would Alaska of all people want her?" She thought, crying.

She was just a nobody; no one recognized her. How did Alaska get to know about her?

Ariel could not sleep the whole night; she thought of every means to contact Jack, but there is no way to see Jack now.

Jack told her he already gets their marriage registered, Ariel wondered how she then ended up becoming Alaska's wife instead.

She believed Alaska had either killed Jack or locked him up somewhere. She did not have any family she could contact to help her. She thought Alaska targeted her because she had no family.

She could not sleep a wink till daybreak; she kept thinking of the possible dangers she would encounter associating with someone as dangerous as Alaska.

She thought she would have a good life after getting married to Jack, the man she loved, but her life now had just hit rock bottom. She was brought up at the orphanage and did not know who her parents were.

She had suffered many things and finally met Jack, who showered her with love and wanted her in his life, even though she had nothing.

They were good together, and nothing seemed wrong; they decided to get married, but everything suddenly turned upside down.

You may also like

Collateral Damage: His Ruthless Claim Novel Cover
8.3
Grieving her brother's death, Clara Hayes is suddenly hunted for the millions he stole. Facing a lethal corporate syndicate, she is forced into a lifetime of servitude to settle the debt. Her owner is Julian Cross, a mysterious billionaire and her childhood love. However, Julian is no longer the boy she knew; he has evolved into a cold predator. Having built a financial empire for the sole purpose of ensnaring her, he now demands far more than just repayment.
He Betrayed Me, Now He Begs Novel Cover
8.8
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."
Marrying The Rival: My Ex-Husband's Despair Novel Cover
7.3
I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love. My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me. Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego. He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press. He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan. He had no idea she was a fraud. He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her. He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate. At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her. I didn't beg. I didn't cry. I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play.
No More Your Scorned Wife: The Medical Empress Returns Novel Cover
9.5
"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'. While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."
Ordered To Serve His Mistress: Heiress's Revenge Novel Cover
9.0
My fiancé sent me a text ordering me to serve his mistress, unaware that the waitress holding the tray was actually the daughter of the man who owned his soul. I was working undercover at his club, playing the role of a poor nobody to test his character before our wedding. But tonight, the test ended in disaster. His mistress, Jaden, walked in and treated me like dirt. When I brought her drink, she slapped the tray, spilling scalding coffee all over my hand. The pain was white-hot. My skin blistered instantly, peeling away in angry red patches. I showed Connor the injury on a video call, expecting protection. Expecting him to be a man. Instead, he looked at my burned hand and then at his investors. Panic filled his eyes. "Fix it, Blake," he roared. "Apologize to her." "She burned me," I said quietly. "I don't care! Kneel if you have to. Kiss her ring. Just make her happy so I can finish this deal!" He told the Principessa of the Shaw crime family to kneel to a woman who meant nothing. He sacrificed his future wife to save face. Something inside me snapped. It wasn't my heart; it was the leash I had placed on myself. "Okay," I whispered. I hung up the phone and dropped it into a pot of boiling pasta water. Then I turned to the Executive Chef, a former hitman who recognized the lethal shift in my eyes. "Lock the doors," I ordered. "And tell my father I'm ready to burn this place to the ground."
She Cheated With A Pawn: The King's Wrath Novel Cover
7.3
My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest. Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table. He blew smoke in my face and laughed. "You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too." Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse. "I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave." She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire. She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook. She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies. But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money. And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding. I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm. "You want to talk about papers?" I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter. "You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection." I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion. "Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."