His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

“Huh? Answer my damn question!” She yelled out again.

“Would you stop yelling before you start to feel pain down your throat?” He said loudly, tilting his head as he stared at her.

“And do I look like I care?” She asked, feeling exasperated.

“You might not, but I do. I care if you begin to feel pain, and that’s because I love you.” He said, staring directly into her eyes.

“I’ve loved you right from childhood and until now, I still do. I’ve always held you in great esteem in my heart, but instead, you broke my heart a thousand times by marrying that man.” He lashed out, staring directly at her. One could easily detect the pain in his voice.

Lillian could barely stare into his eyes anymore, she threw her face to the side with a deep frown as she pretended not to listen to anything he was saying.

She scoffed and turned back to face him, still with a frown.

“I didn’t plan to break your heart, circumstances made me. There was no way I’d have let my selfishness fail my mother. It was what she needed from me at that moment and now, I think I know the real reason I rejected you.” She spat out to his face.

“Your mother, huh?” Mark asked with a scoff, ignoring her harsh tone.

“The same mother who was unable to stop your father years back when he took you away from Los Angeles to a nobody’s land?” He said, raising his brows, and she went mute.

“If your mother truly deserved your sacrifice, why didn’t she stop your marriage? She knew you didn’t love him and yet, she did nothing. Instead, she made you give her your word, thereby forcing you into a marriage you never wanted to be in!” He half yelled.

“Foremost, don’t you dare talk about my mother in that manner, and yes! You’re right. I never wanted this marriage in the first place, but to tell you something now, I’m beginning to adapt to it. I’m beginning to learn to love my husband the way a wife should, and you should respect that!” She yelled back, making him scoff out loud.

“Really?” He asked, staring at her unbelievably.

“You’re now beginning to love your husband? What happened to the love we had for each other? What happened to the love you and I were beginning to show towards each other before this marriage of a thing all came up?” He ranted out, staring at her with eyes widened in shock.

“As I told you, I’m now married. You don’t expect me to continue to love you even when it was so obvious we weren’t meant to be. So please, learn to move on.” She replied in between gritted teeth.

“Like, are you being serious right now? Or you’re just pulling my legs?” He asked, looking more shocked than he already was.

“I am being serious, even more than serious. You should just let me be.” She rasped out, looking frustrated.

“There are so many ladies out there who are prettier than I am, why don’t you go for them? And leave me the hell alone.” She continued, folding her hands beneath her boobs.

“I just can’t believe you’re saying this right now.” He replied, still looking shocked, even if he was now smiling slightly.

“You’re speaking like a different person, and I’m being forced to think you’re being threatened in that house.” He said, rubbing his beard slightly.

“You better believe it. I am now married, and you’ve got to accept that because you don’t have a choice.” She replied.

“Do you mean all you’ve just said?” He asked to be certain.

“I’ve explained that to you a thousand times, I don’t have much to explain to you again.” She replied with a frown.

Mark stared intently at her for a while and he scoffed out. It was obvious he was very shocked to see this side of her.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked softly this time, but she didn’t reply.

“What did I ever do that got you so mad?” He asked again.

She turned to him and said, “The moment you thought of holding me hostage against my will.”

He heaved a deep sigh and without a word, he left the room.

*********

Francisco sat in his office, working on some files on his desk. The door swung open, and he lifted his gaze immediately.

“Fred.” He called out, standing to his feet.

Fred took long bold strides towards him and without a warning, he landed a hefty blow to his face.

Francisco lost balance and almost fell over his bookshelf, but was quick to hold on to it for support. He lifted his head back with his hand on his face.

“What was that for?” He yelled, looking shocked at Fred’s action.

“How could you?” Fred finally spoke up.

“How could you betray me this way?” He yelled out this time.

“What do you mean?” Francisco asked, still rubbing the side of his face where the blow landed.

“How dare you send that terrible video to my sister?” Fred yelled out again.

“Video? What video are you talking about?” Francisco queried, looking dumbfounded.

“You made a video and sent it to my sister, how could you do that to someone you call your friend?” Fred ranted out with a hostile glare. By now, he was already breathing heavily.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” It was Francisco’s time to yell.

He was already standing straight, but was still massaging his face.

“I don’t understand all you’re saying.” He said again.

Fred lowered his eyes to the desk and dropped his hands on the desk, hitting them hard. He closed his eyes and took in two deep breaths before opening his eyes again.

“And what would make me believe you?” He asked quietly, lifting his gaze back to him.

“Because I don’t even have an idea of what you’re talking about,” Francisco replied, releasing soft breaths.

Fred pulled out a chair and sat down as he crossed his two legs against each other.

“Have your seat.” He offered to stare at the knee.

Francisco gazed at him for a moment before gently going back to his seat.

Fred heaved a soft sigh and said, “First, I’d like to apologize for my unruly behavior.”

“What was that all about?” Francisco asked, still surprised at the whole thing.

Fred let out another sigh but didn’t say a word as he rested back on his seat

“What’s this about?” Francisco asked as he went back to his swivel chair.

“Can I get a bottle of liquor here?” Fred asked back, ignoring his question.

Francisco let out another sigh and glanced behind him. Fred traced his gaze and stood up, walking to the small bar in the office.

He took out a bottle of liquor and poured it into two glass cups, he took the two cups to join Francisco.

“Here.” He said, handing over one glass cup to him.

He gulped down half of the content as he dumped the glass heavily on the table.

“Lillian seems to know something about our secret…” He began as he bit his lower lip.

“She came to my office today with a video that showed how I dealt with Luke, I denied it, but she still doesn’t seem satisfied with my explanation.” He continued recalling what conspired between them.

“And you thought I made and sent the video to her?” Francisco asked with his lips quirked disbelievingly.

“I didn’t know what came over me, but one thing was sure, I was mad at you. I thought you’d betrayed me.” Fred explained, falling effortlessly to his seat.

Francisco scoffed out loud but didn’t say a word as he still looked amused at the whole thing.

“Once again, I’m sorry.” Fred apologized, gulping down the remains of his drink. There was silence between them.

“Do your parents know yet?” Francisco asked, breaking the silence.

“I don’t know, she might have told them, who knows?” Fred howled with a frustrated shrug.

“Then what happens after that?” Francisco asked, taking a sip of his Liquor.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then my parents would get seriously mad at me, most, especially Dad,” Fred replied.

“But who would do such a thing? Who else knew about keeping Luke hostage?” Francisco said with a scoff.

“I also don’t know,” Fred replied with a heavy sigh.

“I don’t want to believe any of the boys snitched on me.” He said again, closing his eyes as he rested back on his seat.

“Then who could it be?” Francisco asked, glancing at him with dilated pupils.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He replied, still with closed eyes.

“Why don’t you just explain to your sister? She might understand.” Francisco said, turning to face him.

Fred snapped his eyes open as he stared at him, but it was just for a few seconds as he rested back on the seat, staring at the ceiling.

“What am I going to tell her?” He asked dryly.

“What else? Of course, it’s about Luke extorting money from the company, then you tried to make him talk after he admitted that someone sent him.” Francisco explained with a shrug.

“You expect me to tell her all that?” Fred said, glancing at him.

“Of course yeah, that’s the only way everything would go back to being normal again, or do you want your sister to see you as a murderer?” Francisco replied with another shrug.

“Are you also aware that my sister can’t be aware of those things?” Fred said, biting on his lips.

“She can’t know what we do, and telling her all that would expose us.” He said again as he sat up.

“Then what do you plan to do?” Francisco asked, taking another sip of his liquor.

“I don’t know yet, but I just have to come up with something and pretty much fast too,” Fred replied, tapping his fingers on the table.

“I just hope Mom and Dad doesn’t know yet, else I’ll be done for…” He added with a sigh.