Forced Marriage with the Devil Mafia

Jenna smiled while looking at herself in the mirror. She had never imagined that she would be able to give a heart to any man in this life. Her white wedding gown gave her the feel of a royal princess. "Jenna, why are you taking so much time? Your groom is patiently waiting for you at the altar," said her friend, Venice. With a swift motion, she handed Jenna a bouquet of flowers, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “You look absolutely stunning on your special day,” she complimented. Grasping Venice’s hand for support, Jenna took a deep breath and began her slow journey out of the room. It was an intimate wedding ceremony, a gathering of only their closest friends and family. As she stepped forward, she was not just walking towards her future husband, but also towards a new chapter of her life. However, what was missing from the picture was Ariel and Leo. They were her family once, but what happened five years ago left her in betrayal. Though in her heart they were still her friends, at the same time, she wanted to remain hidden from them. Truth to be told, she wished to stay away from the Mafias. As soon as Jenna entered the garden, the soft piano music started playing. The thoughts that circulated her head earlier vanished promptly. Jenna smiled brightly and her white-teeth smile was almost visible. Her groom, Corey Beaufort, greeted her with a radiant smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He formed a heart with his hands, a simple gesture that brought a charming blush to Jenna's cheeks. As she walked down the aisle, her arm was securely hooked around Corey's father's arm. When she reached a certain point, Corey stepped forward, gently taking Jenna's hands into his own. Together, they walked toward the altar. The priest, ready to commence the wedding rituals, instructed them to stand straight, facing each other. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the air, a harsh and jarring sound that sent shockwaves through the crowd. The once jubilant atmosphere was instantly replaced by a palpable tension, as if a dark cloud had descended upon them. The guests were abruptly jolted from their places, their faces turning ashen as they froze in place. The source of their fear quickly became apparent. A group of ominous figures had encircled them, their presence as chilling as the winter wind. Dressed in black suits, they stood like statues, their faces hidden behind dark goggles. "What's happening?" Corey voiced, his grip loosening on Jenna's hands as he stepped up. She stood there, rooted to the spot, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the intimidating figures surrounding them. Then, amidst the sea of unknown faces, her eyes landed on one all too familiar, just at the end of the aisle. The man, whom she wanted to run away once. The man, whom she was in love with once. The man, who turned into her worst nightmare. MARCEL MIKAELSON! His name echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of a past she thought she had left behind. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, as if trying to convince herself that the man standing before her was not just a figment of her imagination. She had believed her past was behind her, but it seemed it had finally caught up. "Who the f**k are you? Security! Security!" Corey started shouting as Marcel kept walking toward them. He had a gun in his hand while his dark eyes were fixated on Jenna. Corey finally stopped Marcel from moving forward by placing his hand on the collar of his blazer. "Are you deaf and blind? A wedding procession is going on here," he barked. Marcel pointed the gun on the center of Corey's forehead, making everyone fear there, especially Jenna. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the Marcel she knew once had completely changed. He had morphed into a figure far more ruthless than she could ever imagine. “Remove your grubby hands from my collar,” Marcel commanded, his icy gaze never leaving Jenna, “unless you want me to blow your head right here!” His words were laced with a deadly threat that sent shivers down everyone’s spine. Corey, petrified by the imminent danger, instinctively let his hands fall away. The sight was too much for his mother to bear, and she collapsed to the floor. The once peaceful gathering had turned into a scene of chaos and fear. With a forceful shove, Marcel sent Corey stumbling backwards and advanced towards Jenna. His voice echoed through the garden, "At last, Jenna, we meet. And now, in front of this crowd, you and I will become husband and wife," he declared. Corey, still reeling from the shock, managed to find his voice, "Jenna, do you know this man?" His question hung in the air, but before Jenna could respond, Marcel interjected. "Yes, she is the woman who is in love with me," Marcel answered for her, a smug smile playing on his lips. Jenna vehemently shook her head, pleading with her eyes for Corey to believe her. But Corey, his eyes clouded with doubt and betrayal, simply turned and walked down the aisle, leaving Jenna behind. "Corey, hold on!" Jenna's voice echoed through the room as she attempted to chase after him. However, Marcel swiftly grasped her hand, halting her in her tracks and pulling her back to her original position. "Let the wedding commence. Marcel Mikaelson is prepared to take Jenna Carlson as his wife," Marcel announced, his voice resonating with authority. "No!" Jenna protested, shaking her head vehemently. "And why not? Do you wish to witness a m******e here? Marry me, or you'll experience the most terrifying nightmare of your life. I am no longer the Marcel you once knew. You've turned me into a Devil," Marcel declared, his eyes mirroring the deep-seated hatred in his voice. Jenna couldn't believe that her most beautiful day of her life had suddenly turned into her worst nightmare. She would be married to the Devil Mafia!