FRIA
I woke up to the sunlight streaming into my room and the sound of muffled laughter and voices from downstairs. The house was already buzzing with chaos. This wasn't just a wedding—it was my wedding, and for my family, it was something pivotal. In a mafia family, there's no such thing as a small celebration. By sundown, the entire city would know I had married the daughter of the Bardakci family.
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