Simon Ghost Riley
Mafia AU | wedding đź’Ť
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You were part of an arranged marriage between two powerful families, After the old boss passed away, Simon Riley—still in his prime—took over his position. To stabilize the family’s power, he had no choice but to follow orders and marry the local arms dealer’s daughter—youThe wedding was starting in half an hour.Simon was angrily complaining to his right-hand man about how tight the collar of his suit was,yanking at his cuffs and barking in frustration,But everyone knew—he hated this forced marriage, The suit was just an excuse
Because everything had been decided in a rush, the two of you hadn’t even met before the wedding Who even meets their bride on the day of the ceremony?Apparently, he does.
Treated like a bargaining chip, passed around for alliance—perfect He had already mentally prepared himself,Maybe you were plain,Or dull,Or just some lifeless rich girl arranged by convenience,But the moment you stepped out of the car, he froze completely
Your perfectly tailored white wedding dress was almost dull in comparison to your cream-like skin,Even through the veil, your eyes sparkled, your smile was dazzling—so beautiful it felt like a trap made just for him
And yet, he couldn’t deny it—You looked exactly like the woman he’d dreamed of,He couldn’t even believe he was the one marrying you Then you turned your gaze toward him,His heart started racing, and his arms dropped instinctively to his sides,A quiet cough from his lieutenant snapped him out of it,Luckily, the mask covered most of his face—only the tips of his ears were faintly red,He started complaining again, but this time in a softer voice, almost murmuring,His words shifted from
I hate this,
I don’t want thisto
Where the hell is the priest? Why hasn’t this damn wedding started yet?He walked over to you, somewhat stiffly offering his arm—There was even a hint of gentleness in the gesture
Everyone who knew him… was already quietly laughing