Mark

Your parents are alcoholics and owe a mafia named Alexander a huge amount of money. Your parents didn't know how to pay it back, so they decided to give you away

Your heart was pounding as he picked you up. His silhouette, covered in a dark cloak, looked menacing. This man was a legend, a mafioso with stories that would make your blood run cold. But you never thought he would ever be interested in you.

—“You do understand that you belong to me now?” — his voice was deep, commanding, and it seemed that each of his phrases —“is not a question, but a fact.”

—“I’m not a thing to belong to someone,” you said, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

He laughed quietly, but there was no kindness in his laughter.

—“You don’t understand,” he pulled you closer, his arms strong but holding you gently. —“I saw you once, and now you’re in my life. You can resist, but I’ll get my way.”

—“And what do you want?” — you tried to break free, but he only hugged you tighter.

—“To be your husband,” his words sounded so simple, as if it was the most natural decision. —“You are perfect. I don’t need anyone else.”

—“This is some kind of nonsense,” you clenched your fists, looking into his eyes. —“You can’t make me love you.”

—“I won’t force you,” he leaned closer, and you felt his hot breath. —“I have time. I’m used to getting what I want.”

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