Mafia's Forced Bride

Katherine’s Point Of View.

I stirred awake to the feeling of the sun against my face, as I laid down on the cold, hard floor that I've gotten used to sleeping on over the past few days.

A few days ago, I had woken up in this small room, chained to the wall, with a tiny window at the top most corner of the wall as my only source of light, and no memories of myself. I had no sense of identity and didn't even know how I ended up in this place.

The day I woke up and found myself here, I had screamed my lungs out, desperately banging on the door, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my rescue. 

However, it was either there was nobody on the other side, or they were already used to people making such noises to let them out, because no one came to my rescue and I didn't know when I got tired and I slept off on the floor.

This has become my daily routine for the past three days and today I decided to rest and gather the strength to continue my protest tomorrow. My back pressed against the cold wall and I stared at the tiny window, wondering how I was going to escape and what I would do if I ended up doing so.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door open and for the first time I was able to see what my captors looked like. I pushed myself to sit up properly, to get a good look at the person walking in and I saw a man dressed in a black suit and white shirt standing at the door. He stood about 6’1 inches tall with dark hair and black eyes. 

He stared at me, his face expressionless and his black eyes cold and emotionless. He looked at me as though he was a robot that was controlled and it was then I knew that wherever I was, wasn't the safest place to be. 

He walked towards me and I held my breath as he leaned down to release me from the chain that bound me to the wall. He stood up immediately and kept his distance from me as he gestured towards me, his next words commanding.

“Get up." His voice was a stark contrast to his facial expression, it sounded warm, like something that could deceive you into walking into a pit of fire without care.

“W-who are you?" I stuttered, my voice barely audible.

“You don't get to ask questions, miss.” He said, turned around and walked out of the room without bothering to check if I was following him or not.

I immediately stood up, holding the wall to support myself as I did so and slowly following behind him as we walked out of what seemed to be a basement into a house, no, a mansion.

I committed every step we took into memory, as I followed him, my eyes searching for something, anything. I could barely find any piece of furniture in the hallways, but the paintings on the wall reeked of wealth.

The man led me to a huge door that stood in a corner, opened it for me and stood there as if he was there to guard the door. I took a deep breath before walking into the room that immediately took the same breath away.

I walked into what seemed to be an office, every piece of furniture in the room was either black or deep brown in color. The combination of both colors made the room look sophisticated, the light of the chandelier hanging in the center of the room made me realize that someone was sitting behind the desk.

He looked even more attractive than the robotic man who had led me to his office, had deep blue eyes, light brown eyes and chiseled jawline. He was dressed in a white silky shirt that hugged his body, the top buttons of his shirt were open. He leaned back into his seat, his deep blue eyes accessing me the same way mine was.

“Sit." His voice was low and commanding, he gestured towards the seat in front of him and I immediately sat down, my body obeying his command without resistance.

“Why am I here?" I asked immediately, not giving him a chance to start questioning me, trying to gain the upper hand in the conversation, although I already knew that I was at a disadvantage.

“I should be asking you that question, who are you? What were you doing there at that time? Why can't I find anything on you?” He asked calmly, however there was a dangerous edge in his voice.

“I-I have no idea what you're talking about," I stuttered, barely able to understand the questions he was asking. “I just woke up in that room, I don't even know how I got there." 

The corner of his lips lifted in a sarcastic smile, as he leaned into his seat, pressing his hands together in front of him. “So you want me to believe that you just appeared in that warehouse for no reason and it was a pure coincidence?" 

What warehouse? I thought to myself, as I bit my lips, unable to understand what he was talking about again.

“Yes, I really do not know anything about what you're talking about. I found myself chained in the room you kept me in and I don't even know how I got there or what I did to deserve being locked up in your basement. I don't even know you!" I initially wanted, then practically yelled at him when I noticed how unconvinced his expression seemed.

“You are such a good actress though, I should probably check the identities of the upcoming actresses in the industry. You're not ready to confess your identity and what you were doing there, right? That's good too, I'll find another way to get the information. Lex! Take her away.”