Her Man

“There's news that I would like to share with you. You're getting married to Alexander. He is the best person that I have selected for you to marry”, my dad said, as I came down the stairs, his wife beside him as he made his announcement. I froze at the spot when he was done with his announcement. I had rushed out of my room right after dropping my luggages, because I was excited to tell them about school. It had been six months since I came home, because I was always busy with projects, exams and managing a business that I owned. The rush of regrets hit me. I remembered one of the reasons that I stayed away from home, my parents always had something to dictate about my life. Initially, I had wanted to be an actress, to be seen on the big screen, but my parents had rejected my dreams, saying that it was worthless and that they would not let their daughter do such a thing. I was forced into business, and with time I grew to love it. But they did not stop there, they dictated where I w

Stress gnawed at me. This marriage… to Alexander? The thought felt like a physical blow. My heart ached for Ryan, the only man who truly understood me, the only man I loved. That night, the stolen moments of texting him felt like heaven. "Ryan, I miss you," I typed, the words spilling out like a desperate confession. Indeed, I was desperate for him. His reply, "I miss you too, my baby girl," was balm to my raw soul.But my longing went deeper. “I want you, Ryan," I wrote, the words barely scratching the surface of my need. I needed him more than words could describe.“I want you so much”, I added. The urgency in my voice, even through the text, was evident.“Baby girl”, he said, looking sad. “I do want you too, but I have a test tomorrow, and I'm studying…”It was apparent that he wanted me too, but the test was in the way…it was always the test. His future, his ambitions, seemed to always come first.I understood that he placed a high level of importance on his career, but I co

My throat was so dry that it was difficult to utter a word.“Uhm—”, I said slowly. He was too close to me, way too close. I could feel some part of his body touch me, the parts of Ryan I would have loved touching me.“You're lucky that I respect your parents, there are the reasons I haven't done a number of things to you”, he said, his eyes never leaving mine.I wondered what he meant by ‘a number of things’, as chills went down my spine.I was about to ask what he meant by doing a number of things to me, but I saw two men in black coats walking into the room from the corner of my eyes.My eyes went back to Alexander who seemed to have noticed that my eyes had wandered, and had also felt the presence of other people in the room.“Is this a new toy?”, one of them asked. He had not seen my face yet. Clearly he did not know who I was. “You have so many Suki, you keep adding to your collections daily.”I began to fume. 'Suki' was the plural form of 'Suka', a Russian term for 'bitch'. A de

Olivia's POVI decided to have a look around my soon-to-be husband's mansion, knowing that it would soon be ours.The living room I stood in had shiny crystal chandeliers, marble floors, plush carpets and priceless art works. Everything reflected Alexander's extravagant taste and lifestyle.I was about to climb up the stairs when Mia came down. She smiled at me, but the smile did not reach her eyes. “Hi ma-I mean miss Olivia. Would you like to get your wedding dress now? Mr. Alexander told me it was time to go for your wedding dress.”“Why are you Alexander's personal assistant?”, I blurted. “I mean don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with you. It's just that Alexander is a powerful Mafia boss who doesn't care about women, so I'm curious about knowing why he made you his personal assistant.”She looked down at the floor and started to cry. I felt bad. I didn't mean to sound condescending, I was genuinely curious as to why Alexander had employed Mia to be his personal assistant.

Alexander's POV “I am going to get my wedding dress *weird emoji*”.I stared at the message and did not know when I had started to smile.“Boss, are you listening, I said the operation in two famous countries in Africa turned out successful”, Roderick repeated. I had put him in charge of most of the cocaine movements in Africa, and I was happy that most of his operations were successful. It made me the most powerful Mafia boss to ever exist. I operated world-wide. No continent was left untouched.“Uhm yes, you were talking about the successful operations in Africa”, I said. “I got a little distracted, you may continue.”Darn it! I was in the middle of an important business meeting at my extremely huge mansion by the mountains where I usually held dangerous Operation meetings. I was supposed to be fully focused at the meeting so as to not miss any important detail. But here I was smiling at some message Olivia sent. I should not have given her my personal contact. This was a mistake.I