Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Vicenta stood in the middle of Munika’s room, dressed elegantly in a white dress and red heels which clicked on the floor whenever she walked. She had a shapely figure, her waist, tapered. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows stood above languid eyelashes and honey eyes.

She looked around the room lazily and stifled a yawn. That was the last place she wanted to be in but she had to act like she cared for the future grandmother of her child. She had learned from one of the maids that Munika had fallen ill and decided to finally pay a visit.

“What are you doing here, Vicenta? Should you not be wh? ring my son?”

A tinge of exasperation crept into her face but she smiled all the same, exposing her shiny, halo-white teeth. She had long decided not to be affected by her words and actions. “You know nothing other than throwing your legs open for him” Munika spat and walked over to the window. “My son does not prepare for anything or anyone. They prepare for him”

Munika huffed and fisted her hands beside her. She had the urge to walk over to her and bash her head on the wall. What does the old woman take her for? She thought angrily.

“Get out of my room. I do not need you here!” “You can stop pretending, Vicenta. Your acting skills are dry and I am almost dying of dehydration” Pretending to like and care for Munika was the hardest thing to do but she had to keep faking until the end. Until when she finally bore a son for Sergio and had him all to herself.

He was going to start loving her, she thought and smiled sheepishly. Once she gave him an heir, it was going to change everything. He was going to look at her differently and make her his queen!

Munika remained silent, lost in her thoughts. If Vicenta was asking that kind of question, then it meant she did not know anything about what she had done and how Sergio punished her.

Nobody knew.

They all thought that she had disappeared when Rosana finally woke up and returned four days later, looking all pale and sick. She was a busy woman so they all concluded it was because of work. “Get over it. It has been days since I recovered” But not fully. Her neck still hurt from the electric collar Sergio had placed on her neck but thankfully, the marks had started fading.

“Thank goodness!” Vicenta uttered with an eye roll. Munika was not looking at her so she could do whatever she wanted. “I was also worried you would not make it to the introduction”

On hearing that, Munika curled her hands into a fist. The introduction was here, finally. In a couple of hours, Sergio would show the world his wife, his Queen, something she hated to think about.

Sadly, she couldn’t stop it. She had tried even when she knew the risks and had failed. “I will never fail to attend my daughter-in-law’s introduction”

Daughter-in-law? Vicenta thought and scoffed. When did Munika start regarding Rosana as one of her own? She could clearly hear the hate in her voice.

“Oh yes, I am glad you will make it!”

Once Vicenta was out of the room, she gritted her teeth and fisted her hands. That old w*tch. How did she manage to always hit her right on the spot? How could she call Rosana her daughter-in-law when she knew it would hurt her ego?

Indirectly, she was being mocked by her. She was just his Mistress and would never be shown to the world. She would never be Queen! But Vicenta would never accept that. She was going to show Munika what she was capable of.

??? INTRODUCTION DAY???

“You are so beautiful, my Lady!” Viola beamed, staring at Rosana with wide eyes. It felt like she was seeing a peculiar being, an angel.

All the maids in the room thought the same. They had all worked hard, preparing her for the evening. From her body to her hair, her face, and her outfit and pieces of jewelry which were picked out by the Don himself.

Rosana was a bit nervous. With Carmencita and Viola’s help, she carried out relaxation techniques but it wasn’t helping her much because the time was finally near and she didn’t know what to expect.

“Keep calm, everything will be alright” Carmencita uttered soothingly. She held her hands and squeezed lightly. “You do not have to worry about anything”

“What is going to happen tonight? I cannot keep calm when I do not know anything about this” “What do you mean?” Rosana asked, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Nothing to worry about. You have your husband and his younger brother. The two most powerful forces on earth”

*****

One step before another, Rosana walked down the stairs in her long black sleeveless gown, embroidered with silver stones. She wore matching hand gloves with silver rings on her fingers and bracelets on her wrists.

Her heels made of crystal stones clicked on the ground as she walked, wondering how much Sergio must’ve spent on her. The precious stones on her body were pure and worth millions.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Outside the mansion, Sergio stood dressed in a black Italian suit. His hair was neatly combed and tied to the back, his expression as deadly as always.

Rosana stepped out and froze when she saw him. Even with his back against her, she could feel her skin crawling. She took a deep breath and shook off the odd feelings.

“I am ready!” She finally announced, her heart hammering in her chest.

Slow but quietly, Sergio turned around and looked at her, his eyes taking in her features from head to toe. She was dazzling and beautiful as ever. His eyes grew darker as he stared longer, causing a shiver of trepidation along her spine.

“Vieni qui” [Come here] He ordered and she found her legs moving immediately. She tripped forward and ended up falling in his arms. When she looked up at him, her heartbeat froze.

“Sei allettante!” [You are tempting] He muttered and looked down at her, his eyes burning from her face to her lips and down to her exposed cleavages.

She gulped and stuttered. “H… How?”

“Do you not know how?” He drawled, his voice filled with desire. He raised his hand and trailed a finger from her neck, down to her chest. “Or shall I still explain how, Bambolina?”

The smell of his breath made it impossible for her to think. But she gathered all the nerves and responded. “Of course, I look tempting. Do you not like it?”

Sergio gritted his teeth and gripped her waist tight, almost digging his fingers into her flesh. She was still in his arms, looking like a small and beautiful prey.

“You are threading a dangerous ground, Amore mio” He gruffed, his voice dark and humorless. “I can tear off this piece of clothing in a heartbeat, just to show you how tempting you are!”

“Now, be a good girl and act nice before I change my mind, hmm?” Rosana nodded and he smirked, helping her to stand firm. “La facciamo?” [Shall we?]