My worst Nightmare

"Enrico killed his second wife!"

Nora had told me.

I was dumbfounded for a few good seconds.

What!?

Why would he do such a horrible thing? How did he get away with it? Did my parents know? Oh God.

If I was worried about getting married to a mafia lord before, now I was terrified.

D-DAY

For the past two days, I’ve been in total silence and fear after hearing that Enrico killed his second wife. I still can’t believe it

And now, the day is here…

The day I’ll be walking into that house… as his wife.

it's my wedding day—a day I was supposed to be happy, but I wasn’t. I was entering a loveless marriage. I stared at myself in the mirror, unhappy but trying not to cry so I wouldn’t ruin an hour of makeup.

“You look like a princess!”

My mother said proudly. I couldn’t even smile. I felt like I was being sold into slavery.

I was taken to the altar by my father. Enrico didn’t even make an effort to smile. He had a stoic expression as we said our vows, and when it was time to kiss me—his bride—he only pecked me on the side of my lips. I wanted to cry then and there. My husband hated me.

A few minutes later, some guests walked in. I guessed they must be his business friends, because Enrico went straight to them—leaving me behind, all alone.

“He hates me.”

I told Nora as we watched the guests —most of whom were intimidating-looking men like Enrico in dark suits and exquisite-looking women. The wedding ceremony was over, and I had changed into a white lacy sundress for the after-party.

My father had been smiling like he’d won the jackpot all through the ceremony.

Enrico stood with three distinguished men in nice suits, discussing something I presumed was business.

“He looks good in that suit.”

I rolled my eyes at Nora’s comment—though she wasn’t lying. Enrico would make a fantastic model for Prada.

“Are you really sure he killed his second wife?”

I asked, still disturbed by what Nora had told me two days ago.

“I read it on three trusted blogs. It has to be true.”

I groaned internally, already scared for my life. I was married to a man who killed his own wife. He might kill me too!

“There’s the beautiful bride!”

A pregnant lady said as she approached us with another woman. The pregnant one had long dark hair and blue eyes. She looked beautiful in her lilac dress and was quite cheerful. The other woman was blonde, brown-eyed, tall, and slender like a supermodel. She wore a silk red dress and held a glass of champagne. She wasn’t cheerful at all—in fact, she looked unhappy to see me.

“I’m Iris, Enrico’s younger sister,”

The pregnant lady introduced herself with a lovely smile. I smiled back, a bit relieved that my cold husband had a nice sister.

“Oh, and this is—”

“Tatiana Taylor! Oh my God! I’m a huge fan! I follow you on I*******m, F******k, Snapchat…”

Nora squealed excitedly, and that was when I realized who the blonde lady was. She was a famous lifestyle influencer Nora was obsessed with.

Tatiana Taylor was at my wedding!

“Tatiana Taylor, it’s so nice to meet you in person!”

I told her, excited by her presence, but she kept silent.

“I’m Nora, Sofia’s bestest best friend,” Nora introduced herself.

“It’s nice to meet you, pretty girls. My brother is one lucky man,” Iris said, and I blushed a little.

“Tati is a very close friend to me and my family. She’s not as scary as she looks,” she added, but I doubted that.

“Oh! Rico!” Iris called, and I turned to see Enrico approaching us. He looked so handsome, and I felt a strange twist in my tummy when we made eye contact.

“We’re having a small cocktail party at the gardens,” Iris announced. I glanced at Tati and noticed she was now smiling... at my husband!

“I have an important meeting to attend. And where the hell is that brother of yours?” Enrico spoke harshly. Would it kill him to be nice?

“He’s on his way from the airport! And why on God’s green earth do you have a meeting scheduled on your wedding day!?”

“It’s just a wedding,” he told Iris, his dark green eyes on me, then walked away. I felt like I’d been slapped.

“Enrico can be difficult, but he is sweet when he wants to be.”

Iris held my hand, trying to cheer me up.

“Now come on, cheer up! Let’s go have a party,” she said, taking my hand.

“Do you know Enrico has a brother? He’s on his way here. He can be a thorn in the flesh, but you two will get along just fine!”

There was a decorated balcony by the gardens, the tables filled with cocktails and cupcakes. Iris and I sat together, while Nora sat with Tati—her idol.

“Lovely, right?” Iris gestured around.

“Yes, it feels like a pic—oh!”

Nora had accidentally spilled wine on her dress. Tati shook her head, unimpressed. Oh Nora—she was always clumsy when excited.

“I’m so sorry about that!” Iris handed her a cloth.

“You know what? I have a whole wardrobe of fancy clothes. Diego!”

Iris beckoned to a bodyguard in a dark suit. He had a buzz cut and looked kinda cute.

“Please take the pretty lady to my room so she can get changed.”

The bodyguard bowed, and Nora followed him away.

Iris was quite a chatty lady. She talked non-stop about her books—she was an author. I didn’t pay much attention to one particular book she mentioned, something about women’s rights. My mind had drifted into deep, worried thoughts.

“He’s here!”

Iris suddenly announced the arrival of someone, jerking me back to reality. And when I looked up…

I was beyond shocked to see who it was!