"Kill me," she rasped, her voice hoarse. It confused me. She wanted this. She wanted me. Didn't she?

What an actress she is. My laugh was bitter. I released my hold from her neck taking a step back. She slumped on the ground gasping.

I levelled her eyes. Grabbing her chin harshly I made her look at me.

"Killing you will be easy. I will torture you, annihilate you, but I won't kill you. After all, as my legal wife I need to fuck you."

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Dominic
My wife to be is a bastard.
Italian mafia's bastard.
Liliana de Luca.
She might act innocent in front of her Papa,
but beware, she is not.
She is as filthy as a treacherous leech.
I'll marry her.
And then I'll break her,
for she broke what's mine.

Liliana
I'm the bastard child.
The moment I stepped into this house I knew what my role would be.
Marry anyone Papa says.
I don't have a choice then marrying him.
Dominic Marcello.
The one who loathes me and is hell bound to break me.
But little did he know one cannot break something that's already broken.

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Trope:

•arrange marriage

• enemies to lovers

•mafia romance

• angst

• alpha male

• innocent/feisty heroines

• touch her and die

•revenge

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