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MAFIA MARRIAGE 10
Alessia's PovAfter two excruciating days of being unwell, I finally made a recovery. I was feeling somewhat better. Better in the sense that I didn't feel like ripping someone's head off if they asked me a ridiculous question. I groaned as I trudged to my walk in wardrobe. I picked out some clothes. The day was young and I had a lot of shit to do.I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see Ace. I took a few steps back when he entered my room. "I was informed you were awake. How are you feeling?" He asked. I raised a brow. This fucker thinks he can walk in whenever he wants. Much like me if I think about it. I must say he looked absolutely dashing in his usual attire. Today, however, he chose to wear a white shirt under dark waistcoat. I averted my eyes as I looked for a towel. "I'm much better. Thank you." I found a towel and headed for the bathroom. "So are you just going to stand there while I take a shower?" I asked Ace with a teasing smirk. He chuckled as he crossed his
MAFIA MARRIAGE 1
I held the razor sharp knife tightly. I took no notice of the way the blade cut deep into the flesh of my palm. I took no notice of my crimson blood which spilt out and stained the carpet below. It relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distraction from the emotional pain that troubled me. I was not one to harm myself but I did not know how to react and my knife, it was just there.Father wanted me to get married to a stranger. No, he forced me to. He left me with no choice. Granted, I could run. I could hide. But I will not. My whole life, I have been nothing but a disappointment to him and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commodity, an object to trade at his will.He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it.l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have
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ACE HERNANDEZI was not surprised when my parents arranged a marriage for me. It is highly common. My own parents were arranged to marry and they have been together ever since. In a loveless marriage till death do them part. What a shitty way to live.I was fucking angry about having to marry some girl. A fucking Italian girl to top it off. There is nothing wrong with Italian girls but she is in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents?Not that I cared, I would just tolerate her and have my way with women behind her back. I'm sure she would do the same.I was not even told of her name, what she looked like or what she was like. But she was a woman. The boss of the Italian mafia. How could that be? Women are weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at how the most fierce and depraved mafia in the world would fall at her hands. Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia.Perhaps she was put in ch
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Alessia and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. That woman. She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, I felt it when she spoke.I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot.Her father was a despicable man. I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Alessia never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, not as much as she did. I could feel their animosity towards each other.My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces."Well, what did you think of her? She seems sweet." Mother asked. Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh, but l liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia.Fucking hell."She's fine" I lied effortlessly, for she was more than just fine.Father beamed and patted my shoulder. "That's a great son.The marriage will be held in two days. I will get someone to arrange it all. And all you have to
MAFIA MARRIAGE Chapter 4
ALESSIA'S POVTwo fucking days. Two days of being rushed off my feet and dragged around mercilessly. | chose a wedding dress. It was quite decent I just hated what it symbolised. This was really happening. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't plead with father, he would have beat me and besides, he was enjoying himself in clubs. I glanced down at my freshly painted nails. They were in nude, not a colour I'd choose but they looked beautiful regardless. | was glad to be kept busy in a way, | didn't have to interact with father. He stayed far away and | was glad he did so. Tonight was my last night before the big day and chose to stay in bed and watch a horror movie. There was not much I wanted to do. If truth be told, | wanted to fall ill unexpectedly and ruin the wedding. That would surely piss father off. 1 chuckled as | imagined him taking off his belt in an attempt to strike me with it. This time I wouldn't allow him to do it. ] might just snap and strangle him to de
MAFIA MARRIAGE Chapter 5
If the wedding wasn't suffocating enough, I had to attend the after party. After all it was my wedding. However, I would rather be anywhere but at Ace's house with a majority of people I wholeheartedly disliked and didn't give two shits about. I stood around still in my wedding dress keeping to myself. Father was deep in conversation with Ace's parents and I watched perpelexed as he seemed to have laughed more than he has in the past month. The wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes creased deeply with every smile. Kaden was keeping me company because Ace disappeared to fuck knows where. I hardly cared. Kaden returned with two glasses of champagne, one of which he handed to me. I gladly took it from him and drank it in one. He furrowed his eyebrows. "You good Alessia?" He asked. I smiled as I handed my empty glass to a waiter. "I'm absolutely perfect." I said as the smile on my face fell. "I just want to leave. I'm exhausted and starving." I sighed, dropping my facade. Kaden
MAFIA MARRIAGE Chapter 6
Alessia's POVThe next morning was unusual, to say the least. I awoke to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and coffee. I loved coffee. I groaned as I sat upright on the sofa. How uncomfortable. But I didn't expect to be taken to bed, fuck if he touched me, I'd have killed him. "Good morning sunshine," Ace called out from across the kitchen. I blinked hard while stretching. Where the fuck was I? Oh right... I stood up, ignoring him. I headed upstairs to the bedroom I stayed in last night. Or more like didn't stay in. Upon getting dressed into a casual pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt I tucked in, I went downstairs. KC was a lifesaver and brought me some clothing last night. But that bitch disappeared on me last night. When I walked back into the kitchen, I sat down on the island opposite Ace. He looked so fucking calm. "Not a morning person." He raised a brow at me. I narrowed my eyes. "Coffee. Now." I snapped my fingers at the maid who was making breakfast. "And no, I'm not a
MAFIA MARRIAGE Chapter 7
Ace's POVAlessia returned to Italy for some business she had to take care off. I was a little disheartened when she did indeed leave. She was growing on me much more than I cared to admit. I also had some business to take care off. Many bosses would sit on their thrones and let their advisors run their business for them. But not I. There was something about getting my hands dirty that drove me. It made me hunger for power. That did mean I had little time to myself but when I did, I enjoyed it. I smiled to myself when the thought of taking Alessia out crossed my mind. Would she even want to go out with me? No fuck. I can't think like that. I knew I wasn't compassionate and loveable. Not like Kaden. My heart sank at the possibility of Alessia rejecting me. Perhaps she would stay in Italy and never return. I wasn't good enough for her. I could never be. This marriage was nothing but a piece of paper like she said. I headed for my basement, a large empty room. Soundproof and dark. A
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