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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?
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Chapter 4

Thinking about Ariel's confession of being pregnant yesterday, Alaska frowns. He did not expect her to already be pregnant.

He borrowed her for a billion dollars from Jack her husband after he run to him to help him pay his debt in his casino.

Alaska wanted to run for the position of the governor of Alaska in the next election. For the first time in his life, he wanted something badly. He could have used force like his nature but he believes he needed to be a good leader for the people to accept him.

The election board gave him a rare condition to be met and the condition was that he must get married, have a good family of his own before the campaign started.

Knowing no one will want to marry him, he proposes a deal to Jack who was preparing for his wedding with Ariel at that time to borrow him his marriage just for a year with the condition that he will cancel his debt, pay him a billion dollars and return Ariel to him after a year without touching her.

Jack agreed since it was a great deal, he got the money he needed and more.

But now she is pregnant.

"That bastard don't tell me she is pregnant" Alaska looks more furious.

"Don, you don't seem good. Did something happen?" Jeffrey, Alaska's right-hand man, asked.

"She is pregnant!" Alaska looks so pissed.

Jeffrey looks surprise to hear that Ariel is pregnant.

"So...".

Alaska remained silent and sighed; he picked up the brown envelope before him and brought out the document inside it. The document contained a contract between Alaska and Jack, the contract being about Alaska borrowing his marriage with Ariel for one year, and the price for the borrowed marriage was one hundred billion dollars with Jack's debt cancelled.

Alaska sighed again, looking at the marriage certificate with his name written on it and that of Ariel.

"Don, I don't understand. I don't think you need to comply with what those corrupt people wanted. We can actually force our way in, and you will definitely become the governor. No need for all of this," Jeffrey felt the idea of Alaska getting married to become the governor was stupid.

Alaska looked at him and forced a smile.

"I know, but I want to do it right. I'm going to follow all the rules to become a good governor," Alaska replied, determined.

"That is why I got married as they wanted," he added with excitement written on his face. Not excited about the marriage because Ariel is just someone, he needed to fulfill his ambition, but he was only excited about becoming the governor of Alaska.

He was already controlling Alaska and everyone feared him in the city, but it was not in name. he wanted the position as well.

"But what if they get to know that you are borrowing someone's marriage? Won't it be a problem?" Jeffrey thinks they might still encounter problems for borrowing a marriage.

"What problem?" Alaska looks confident.

"I mean, the girl..." Jeffrey seemed skeptical about the whole thing.

"Who will tell them about it? The girl or her so-called husband who gave his bride for a billion dollars?" Alaska knows that neither Jack nor Ariel will dare say or do anything.

"And I didn't force him," he adds, knowing he already fulfilled his end of the contract.

He only had to put his name where Jack's name was supposed to be. He believes Jack was supposed to be the groom but it was just a change of name. Though it was Jack who propose to Ariel and arranged the wedding ceremony, help him with the marriage registration, but it was his name that appeared on the marriage certificate.

To him, Jack was just a stand-in groom; he is the real groom, and after one year, Jack becomes the real groom again. And since he had paid him handsomely for that, he did nothing wrong.

"So, what will happen to the girl now that she is pregnant?" Jeffrey is curious, since no lady has gotten involved with them before.

"That bastard don't tell me, he is lending me a pregnant bride"

"She has her duty to fulfill as Alaska's wife from now on pregnant or not"

Jeffrey looks at Alaska and wonders what is going on in his head. He has never allowed any lady near him ever since he knew him, but suddenly he has a wife and a pregnant one at that.

Alaska looks at Jeffrey, who keeps staring at him.

"What?"

"You were talking about your honeymoon... How did it go?" Jeffrey believes something was not right after Alaska left Ariel's room yesterday.

"Did I look like someone who will do something like that with her? I was just scaring her" Alaska looks offended.

He indeed did not plan to have anything with her; he only wanted to scare her a little since she refuse to accept that they are married. He believes it is the only way to make subjected to him.

"The girl or the marriage has nothing to do with me. And moreover, I have to return the girl and the marriage back after one year," he adds.

But Jeffrey wonders if the whole idea of the borrowed bride will eventually have nothing to do with him.

Alaska's expression changed to a more serious one.

"Jeffrey, I need you to keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't try to escape or contact anyone."

Jeffrey nods.

"Yes, boss. I'll take care of it."

Alaska's phone rings, breaking the silence. He answers it, listening to the person on the other end. His expression becomes even more serious.

"What is it?" Jeffrey asks, noticing the change in Alaska's demeanor.

"It's the election board office," Alaska replies.

"They want me to submit the marriage certificate for proof and also bring my wife to a ball tonight."

Jeffrey raises an eyebrow.

"A ball? That's a big event. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Alaska nods.

"I was born ready. And with her by my side, I'll make sure to make a lasting impression."

Jeffrey looks at Alaska with a mixture of curiosity and concern. He knows that Alaska is capable of doing whatever it takes to achieve his goals, but his also concerned about how Ariel will react about the ball tonight since she was forced into the marriage.

Jeffrey looks worried.

"I hope everything goes well tonight" he thinks and sigh.

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