Pregnant by the Mob Boss {18+}

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ROSE

Everyone at the wedding reception was happier than me, and that says something about the arranged marriage.

Damian, my husband, had strolled off somewhere, and I was sitting alone at the table, staring at the crowded dance floor.

The moment the wedding ceremony was over, he ran away from my side, and have never seen him since then.

I cut the cake alone, and I didn't even have my first dance because Damian was nowhere in sight.

We didn't kiss to consummate the marriage, and Damian had made up a lie, by telling everyone that he was waiting for our wedding night.

A wedding night that I was going to spend my time alone with a bag of chips and a horror movie.

I drank my fourth champagne glass because my family was happy on my wedding day.

My father was sitting at the table with Damian's father, discussing business.

My mother was gossiping with her circle of friends, showing off my extravagant wedding.

Marcella was on the dance floor, her arms locked around another guy. A guy I used to have a crush on in middle school.

My older brothers were getting drunk, while one had already sneaked off with a girl somewhere.

I wouldn't be paying attention to any of this, if I actually was happy on my wedding day.

I found out my friends weren't invited to the wedding reception, and I had absolutely none to talk to.

Out of nowhere, my sister, Marcella, walked up the stage in front of the dance floor.

All eyes drew to her like magnets because she was wearing a red velvet short dress, showing off her slender legs.

I was still in my wedding dress, the white veil behind my back and I had nothing else to wear, because the wedding was planned behind my back.

By my own family.

"I want to dedicate this song to my older sister, who's two months older than me." Marcella raised her wine glass in the air, and the crowd followed.

"For my sister, who I will always love and respect. This is your song." She drank the wine, as the crowd applauded at the short speech.

Marcella walked off the stage, and in the corner of the room, I saw Damian stepping inside the wedding reception, his intense gaze landed on my sister.

The Other Woman by Lana Del Ray began playing in my wedding reception.

"Oh god..." I muttered, pouring myself a fifth glass of champagne, and drowning the thing in one go.

The expressions on the guests were horrific because everyone knew who Damian Knight dated before he married me.

My mother clasped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed because her circle of friends began to leave one after the other.

My father didn't notice the song at first. It was Damian's father that pointed it out to him.

He frowned, and pinched his nose in embarrassment, his face turning a shade of red, apologizing to Damian's father.

I kept my tears at bay because I was humiliated in front of nine hundred people, in the large room that was like a ballroom.

I wouldn't cry because that would be another thing they would gossip behind my back.

The guests glanced in my direction, searching for any reaction.

My husband, Damian, was unbothered from across the room.