Substitute Wife for the Mafia King

as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in love with him. I wasn’t certain whether it was because of pure good luck or ill-fated misf

g this moment. Dressed in a very expensive designer wedding dress with a white lacy veil covering my face, my hand tightened sl

didn’t f

ss times before. Ever since I was a small girl, I had dreamt of my wedding day many times before. Each time, some details may have been different such as the dress that I had on or the w

re mess this

laring at me with menacing eyes. I had always hated the way that he looked at me as if I wasn’t human or simply something that shouldn’t have been born. Even on this

dreams that I had of my wedding, I walked proudly down the aisle to where my handsome groom was waiting for me

get to kick the skirt of your dress each time you take a step forward,” one of the

oft whisper as I nodded my he

y, I didn’t let it weigh too much on my mind. For someone as unlucky and unfortunate as me, just standing here with the chance to marry the man of my dreams felt

that they’ve done, they w

e fine with me. He didn’t tell me that they would be fine with it, but it may be true that just like me, they also didn’t really have a choice in the ma

or both of our fam

taff member said to signal m

two men dressed in polite black suits were already pushing open the luxuriously decorated large double door of the church where I woul

on felt so uncomfortable. My father tugged on my arm slightly to urge me to take a step forward into the churc

s supposed to be, this isn’t for my fami

for yo

you for always loving me

athered in the church to witness our wedding. Relatives that shunned me almost all my life, business partners who only wanted to benefit from my family’s social standing, and unknown reporters and

s because I could barely feel my legs under me anymore. I cursed silently as I trained my eyes to sta

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