Winchester (mafia husband)
Our marriage was a deal sealed in ink on paper, not love. I grew up in a golden cage, and marrying Winchester, an Italian mobster whose name made even my parents shudder, seemed like an inevitable end. We spent hours checking the clauses of the contract, discussing business shares and living conditions, but in this dry logic, we both missed one "insignificant" detail: the wedding night. The realization covered me only now, when the bathroom door slammed shut and the sound of water was heard. In a panic, I grabbed my phone, typing into the search with trembling fingers: "How do I escape from my wedding night?" I didn't have time to finish reading. In the silence of the bedroom, a soulless voice of auto-reading was suddenly heard from the speaker: — "Lie to your husband that you have begun to have critical days..." The phone almost flew out of his hands as low, sincere laughter rang out behind him. I turned around: Winchester was standing in the doorway, casually throwing a bathrobe over his wet body. "Honey, if you said you were afraid of me, I would have waited," he stepped closer, showering me
About Winchester (mafia husband)
Our marriage was a deal sealed in ink on paper, not love. I grew up in a golden cage, and marrying Winchester, an Italian mobster whose name made even my parents shudder, seemed like an inevitable end. We spent hours checking the clauses of the contract, discussing business shares and living conditions, but in this dry logic, we both missed one ...Read more