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Mafia Boss wife

Lara Carter, eighteen years old, was forced to sign a marriage contract at the age of sixteen to Scott Miller, a.k.a Blade, the person she feared, by her grandfather. After signing the contract, she runs away from home. Blade, a heartless Mafia Boss, killed and tortured anyone who crossed his path without mercy. His face was always cold and void of emotion, but everything changed when a high school student saved him on the verge of death.  He felt something he had never felt before, he felt his heart skip a beat, and her face won't leave his mind. Her eyes, lips, smile, and voice sound like a singing angel, pulling him out from the darkness. And he wants all those feeling, and he can only have them if he has her. He wants Lara Carter, and he'll do everything to have her, but how could he do that when just a mention of his name scared her? His men feared blade, but no one knew what he looked like except those close to him. He always had a mask on every time he faced his men.  Everyone thought that Blade was an ugly, scary man hiding behind his mask.  Let's all follow Blade and Lara's Journey in discovering each other secrets, fighting for their life, and love from the claws of Blade's enemies, as well as from Lara's hidden identity.

Hope_seeker · Urban
Not enough ratings
67 Chs

CHAPTER 17

SCOTT

"Blade, I saw Blade." She whispered to Owen. Owen's eyes quickly found mine. I went near them and handed the bottled water to Owen. I only hope that she doesn't see my face.

"Scott, can you leave us for a while?" Owen asked. I nodded, quickly left the room, and waited outside the door, leaning my back on the wall. I hope Lara doesn't recognize me as Blade before I can tell her the truth.

After thirty minutes, Owen stepped out the door and closed it gently behind him, and faced me.

"Let's talk downstairs. She went back to sleep." Owen said and went downstairs. I followed behind him, praying in my mind. We settled in the living room, sitting beside each other on the couch.

"How did she know I was there?" I asked, leaning on the couch.