Forced To Be Obedient The Marriage I Never Chose

Aldrick stared at the marriage certificate like it was a death sentence. The gold-embossed paper glimmered mockingly under the crystal chandelier of the Varelli estate. This place reeked of old money, blood, and power. None of which belonged to him.

Yet, here he was—about to be married to the most dangerous man alive.

Lucien Varelli.

The Mafia heir. The man who had orchestrated this entire arrangement without asking Aldrick's permission. The man who’d claimed him like he was property.

Aldrick Samuel(MC)

Smile a little, Aldrick *Lucien's smooth voice purred beside him, his breath ghosting over Aldrick’s ear* You’re the most beautiful groom I’ve ever seen

Aldrick turned his head, slowly.

His cold, icy blue eyes met Lucien’s dark, obsessive gaze.

Lucien Varelli(ML)

I’m not doing this because I want to.

Aldrick Samuel(MC)

Doesn’t matter. You're still mine *Brushing a gloved thumb over Aldrick’s slim waist as if he owned it*

The nerve.

Mateo, Aldrick’s loyal assistant and closest friend, stood stiff near the door. His eyes were filled with silent concern. Next to him was Devano, trying to keep his cool but clearly fuming.

On the mafia’s side, Elijah stood proudly in a black suit, watching everything like a hawk. Noah leaned lazily against the wall, smirking like he found all of this entertaining.

Clair and Blackwood, Lucien’s intimidating parents, sat in the front row like royalty.

Elizabeth and Jackson, Aldrick’s own parents… looked like statues. Cold. Distant. Just like the deal they made behind his back.

“Aldrick Samuel,” the officiant announced, voice echoing across the ceremonial hall. “Do you take Lucien Varelli as your lawfully wedded husband?"

A beat of silence.

Aldrick didn’t look at anyone. Not his friends. Not his parents. Not even Lucien.

He just closed his eyes.

And said coldly,

Lucien Varelli(ML)

…I do.

Cheers erupted. But to Aldrick, it sounded like chains locking around his throat.

Lucien pulled him in, strong arms wrapping around his waist. And without permission, he kissed him—firmly, slowly, like he was claiming what was finally his.

Aldrick didn’t kiss back.

But he didn’t push him away either.

Not yet.

To be continued.

Author

This is my second story actually

Author

You guys can read my first story in my profile but it hasn't finished yet