Òyì nke e mepụtara

I fuck a mafia king to ruin me the night before my wedding.cause I will married a stranger to save my sister.He wore a mask at our wedding—hiding his face.When he took it off, my blood ran cold.It was him. The bastard who left me hanging last night.He knew. He knew I was his bride all along.“I guess I wrapped the perfect wedding gift for myself,” he smirked.I wanted to strangle him. But he’s my husband now.