The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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Katrina's POV

I stayed in my room for hours, everything that had happened replaying in my mind.

Silas's words was like a broken record, going on and on in repeat.. He said I was leverage, a pawn in his game and for some reason that hurt me.

I knew I shouldn't have expected anything from him, I mean he said it repeatedly. But still...

A thought flashed through mu mind and I pushed up from where I laid. I knew what I had to do.

I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to leave before he decided to use me against my father. Or worse, hand me back to him.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought about how to escape. The mansion was heavily guarded, but I knew the layout. If I could slip past the guards and make it to the gate, maybe I'd have a chance.

go

after this? It wouldn't be like last time where I had no idea where the gate was. But where would I

I was literally broke with no money to my name, how would I survive?

Aunt Martha came mind and my lips pulled into a smile. She was the only member of my mom's family who I knew.

I could find my way to her and everything ends well.

With that plan in mind, I stood and went to the window, watching the guards who were moving outside.

My chest tightened as I watched them move, I needed to move carefully.

Later that night, I put on simple shoes and tied my hair back, ready to leave. My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I crept out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The halls were dark and quiet, the only sound coming from my soft footsteps.

I winced as I tiptoed my way down, praying that my plan works and Silas don't hear me.

I only made it to the back staircase when I heard a voice. My heart stopped, but I ducked behind a pillar holding my breath. The guard walked past without noticing me.

My heart raced in my chest, my hands trembling as I pressed myself to the wall.

This was it. I was going to make it out.

But before I could reach the exit, I felt a hand grab my arm. I gasped, whipping around, only to see Silas standing there. His face was blank but I knew he was fuming. My heart dropped amd at that moment, I knew I was fucked.

"Trying to leave, Katrina?" His voice was low, his words filled with anger.

How was he here so late? And how did he know I was about to leave.

I was just about to make up an excuse when I remembered what had gotten me so upset.

I glared at him, yanking my arm free. "Let me go."

"You don't get to make that choice," he snapped, his jaw tight. "Get back to your room. Now.""

"No!" I yelled, my chest heaving. "You don't own me, Silas. I'm not your prisoner!"

"Do I need to remind you of the day you were brought here?"

Silas stared at me for a long moment, his eues searching mine as they clashed in a fight.

Finally, he let out a frustrated breath and dragged me back to my room, locking the door behind me.

"You're not going anywhere," he said before leaving me alone.

"You can't do that to me," I screamed, rushing to the door but I was too late.

My fist pounded against the door pathetically but as usual I was ignored.

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The next day, I was forced to dress for the mafia ball. Alisa entered my room with a red gown, her eyes filled with pity for me but she remained silent as she helped me get ready.

"You need to look perfect," she said softly, adjusting the jewelry around my neck. "This night is important."

"Important for who?" I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror. The person staring back didn't feel like me.

I never felt like me for all these things. This was the third ball I was going to, and yet...

When we arrived at the ball, I felt out

move.

of place as usual. I felt eues on me, following me around like they watched my every

Left with no choice, I stayed close to Silas, even though I hated him. At least he was a shield between me and the others.

But then I saw him-Marcos, my father. His tall figure was obvious in the distance, his grey eyes scanning the room before landing on me.

Oh God, no.

My heart dropped as his lips pulled into a frightening smile, sending shivers down my spine.

escape. My stomach churned as he made his way toward me, and I looked around, searching for an Silas had stepped away to speak with someone, leaving me exposed.

"Katrina," my father said smoothly, his voice sending chills down my spine. "You look... lovely." "What do you want?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the fear crawling up my throat.

He smirked, leaning closer so only I could hear. "Did you really think I let you stay with Silas out of kindness? Don't be foolish, girl. You're my daughter. Your place is to serve me, even if it means being used against him."

Of course, I knew that. He only gave me to Silas for something as twisted as this.

My knees felt weak. I wanted to run, to scream, but his hand gripped my arm tightly, holding me in place.

"Do you think he cares for you?" Marcos continued, his voice dripping with malice. "You're just another piece on the board, Katrina. Remember that."

I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "You don't control me I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.

He didn't need a console to control me, I was always going to be a puppet to him.

And he knew that

Marcos chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Don't I?"

Before I could respond, a hand was wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to a warm body.

Silas.

His presence for some reason brought relief to me and I couldn't help but relax slightly I

"Let her go," Silas said, his voice calm but I knew he was quite the opposite, Marcos still retained his hold on my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh as if to remind me.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Silas growled out, staring down Marcos.

Marcos raised an eyebrow, but he released my arm. "Ah, Silas," he said, his tone mocking. "Always so protective."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Silas stepped between us, blocking my father's view of me completely. "Katrina is my wife. You don't touch her." Marcos smirked, his gaze sliding to me before he turned away. "Enjoy your night, Katrina. Remember what I said." As he walked away, I felt my body shaking. Silas turned to me, his hand brushing against my arm.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than I expected.

I stared at him silently, my anger and fear battling for control.

I couldn't tell which I felt the greatest, anger for Silas or fear for Marcos.

But I knew the answer to that question and I wasn't going

lie about it.

"No," I said quietly. "I'm not."

His jaw tightened, but he didn't respond to me.

Maybe he didn't know what to say and I didn't push it.

Instead, he led me to a quieter corner of the room, away from prying eyes that followed us about.

And oh, there were a lot of them.

For now, I was safe. But father's words were constantly being repeated in my head.

In the span of twenty fours hours, I was reminded that I wasn't ever going to be free-not from him, and not from Silas

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