Emma
I have always had a quiet life. My parents are good, I have money and comfort, nothing to complain about.
I love being spoiled and pampered. People around me say that I am beautiful, and this made me believe it.
I am a calm person, who hardly ever goes through stress. Because it's really not necessary, since I have a princess life.
I mean... I had a princess life.
My father is a mobster, and has had a years-long conflict with the Mikhailovich family.
There were deaths and more deaths of relatives and acquaintances. An endless bloodbath.
But until one day, it seems that everything stopped. No more shootings, no more blood, no more deaths.
My father never explained how he made everything stop. But after that my life changed a little.
I was only 15 and I had to start acting strange.
No strong make-up, no parties, no fuss and most important, no boyfriend.
These were the rules imposed on me by my father.
As a teenager, of course I would disobey. I wanted to go out with my friends and have fun. What was wrong with that?
That's where I was wrong. Everything bad could come out of this. My best friend died in front of me in the middle of the party, as did the boy who asked me to dance.
My father finally explained what had happened.
It was a marriage contract as a seal of peace between the families. I was destined to marry the eldest son of the Mikhailovich family.
At first I was reluctant, but then I saw that nothing could be done. And if I continued to act in this way, more people would die.
Now I am a bride and nothing and no one can change this fate.
"Concentration, Emma" my teacher taps her cane on the table.
I'm 19 years old and home schooled. This was a decision that came from my fiancé.
I can't debate with him. I have to do everything he says, or consequences will follow.
"I'm focused."
Sometimes it feels like a prison. I feel suffocated, with nowhere to go.
"Then answer the question I asked."
"I wasn't paying attention," the woman looks at me angrily and turns her attention back to the board.
After the class with my teacher, would come the etiquette classes with Madame Benedict.
I have to be ready to be the perfect wife. This makes me angry, but still, there is nothing I can do.
Then I would have to take my piano lessons, my dancing lessons, my cooking lessons and my sex lessons.
Yes, he also wanted me to be ready for our honeymoon
I don't know him, but I already find him annoying and irritating. He is an arrogant and overbearing man.
After that, all that was left for me to do was to take a shower.
"Daughter," I change my route and go back to the living room.
"Hi Mom."
"How are you, my love?"
"I'm tired. Because every day I have to do the same things. I live in a dictatorship!"
"Emma!"
Liana Esposito is my mother. She's a woman who's a little hard on me, but at the same time she's kind and loving.
"That's the truth. I can't do anything I want to do."
"I'm sorry, dear. But this is your new reality, and you have to accept it."
"I'm marrying someone I don't even know, Mom. What if he's a bad person?"
At this, Liana turns her face away and doesn't answer me.
Every time I ask her about my fiancé, she does the same thing. She turns her face away from me.
"That's what I came to talk about. Your fiancé has already decided on a wedding date."
This made me freeze. I didn't have the slightest notion of this.
It seems that finally the truth is here. I'm getting married and everything I have is going to end.
"I thought he would wait a little longer. Tell him I'm not ready. I can't even get all the notes right on the piano yet. I can't get the rice right, I can't..." - she holds my face
"I'm sorry, dear."
I throw myself into my mother's arms and hug her. I needed some of this. A hug from my mother.
"I'm doing this for the good of the family, mom."
"I know that, my love," she pulls away, "I want you to get ready. Because tomorrow is the engagement dinner and Boris will be here."
I feel my whole body goose bumps. Just his name alone already brings a great heavy energy.
***
I get into the bathtub filled with bath salts.
I needed that to calm me down a bit.
Everything is in a rush for the dinner that will take place tomorrow night. My mother is making an effort to make everything perfect.
I wish all this clowning around would stop. I don't feel like marrying a man who has only done me harm.
"Daughter?"
"Come in, Mom," the bathroom door opens.
"What are you still doing up? You need to be perfect for tomorrow, so no dark circles under your eyes."
"I just wanted to take a bath to distract myself a little," Liana sits on the edge of the tub.
"This will only make you think even more, dear. Finish up and get some sleep," I nod my head in agreement.
As soon as Liana leaves the room, I take a deep breath.
I wish I had someone by my side, but apparently I am alone in this.
I finish my shower in the shower. I wash my entire body to remove the foam that was.
I wrap a towel around my body. I go in front of the mirror and run my hand over to wipe off any remaining traces of steam.
I brush my teeth and wash my face. I pass all my sleeping creams.
I dry my hair and comb it. I tie it up and put on a satin cap.
I go to my room and put on my pajamas. I drink a glass of water and go to bed to sleep.
I keep turning from side to side, trying somehow to find sleep.
But my nervousness is too much. I can't sleep at all.
"Boris." I put my fingers over my lips.
I wonder what he is like. Is he a good person?
After much reluctance, I finally manage to sleep.
I wake up in the morning with something that bothers me. I had forgotten to close the curtains. The sun was in my face.
"Good morning," my mother sits on the end of the bed, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm calmer, Mom."
" I'm glad you're finally accepting this, my love. You know how important it is for our family to maintain a good relationship with the Mikhailovichs."
I turn my face away and prefer not to say anything more. I hear this all day long, and sometimes it's a little tiresome.
Now get up, you have to take all your classes."
I spend the rest of the day doing all my classes.
The day was strange and tiring. When the afternoon came, I stopped my classes. It was time to get ready.
One of the maids helps me to choose my clothes, after that she prepares my shower.
I shower slowly, wanting to delay this moment as long as possible.
I close my eyes and sink into the water of the bathtub. I stay like this for a while, just enjoying this peace.
I didn't know if I would ever have this again. It would be a different place, with a different person, that I didn't know.
After the bath, I go to get ready. I put on a white dress. It was delicate and looked very nice on my body.
I put on some light make-up. Just a little mascara and pink lipstick.
I spray a little perfume with a sweet smell. It was my favorite.
"Are you here, Ema?"
"Luigi" I go to my brother and hug him.
It's been so long since I've seen him. My brother rarely comes home. He and my dad don't get along very well.
"I missed you, little sister."
"Me too," I pull away from him, "why did you come today?"
"I knew Boris would be here," I open and close my mouth, having nothing to say, "I can't believe our parents are making you do this."
"It's for the good of our family."
"Don't pretend you agree. It's not your job, Emma!"
"Please," I put my hand over her mouth, "don't fight our father. I want you to be here today."
Luigi places his hand on my face and smiles. He strokes my cheek and then pulls away from me.
"You're my little sister, and I just want to protect you," his gaze sweeps over my face, "you look sad. I see it in your eyes."
"It's nothing!" I smile to reassure him "I'm going to find my fiance and I'm going to get along very well with him."
Luigi goes to the bed and sits down. He picks up one of my teddy bears and looks at it for a while.
"I haven't heard good things about this Boris. I hear he's not good."
"People talk a lot sometimes."
"There are people who speak ill of him, but there is no one who speaks well of him." The man plays dirty, little sister."
"Luigi..."
"Be very careful with him. If necessary, he can come to me. I will always do my best to protect him."
Before I can answer, my mom walks into my room.
"Son", she goes to him and the two embrace, "I missed you so much. Did you forget you have a family?"
"Of course not, Mom. You know why I never come here."
"You and your dad need to work things out. But let's save that for later," she turns to me, "why are you dressed like that?"
"I feel comfortable in these clothes, Mom."
"Whatever you say." We don't have time to change. Boris is already here" "I feel my body tremble.
I feel like my nightmare is about to begin.
Emma I was so nervous I couldn't get out of my seat. I don't know him and I'm afraid to meet him.My brother just told me that Boris is not a good person. And although I didn't show it, I felt afraid."Come on, Emma," my mother yells at me.I shake my head in denial. Fear has taken hold of me."I'm scared, Mom" I hold onto my dressing table."If you don't want to go, then don't go" my brother gets up from the bed to defend me."Have you gone crazy? After all the effort. Do you want to give up now?"Tears streamed down my face, smearing what little makeup I had on.My mother doesn't understand me. She doesn't know how scared I am of all this. "Mom, please" I put my hand to my mouth as I sob. "Your brother will come down, so we can have a talk" she looks at Luigi. My brother hesitates to leave the room. But my mother yells for him to leave. Then Luigi leaves. "Mom" I run my tongue over my lips. "My love" she walks towards me "I know you are scared, and that is normal. I've been in
EmmaI look in the mirror one more time and approve of what I am wearing. It was a black dress, with a slit down the left leg. It was light and had thin straps.I put on my heels and finish my make-up.It doesn't take long for the maid to knock on my door and let me know that my fiancé is waiting for me downstairs.I grab my purse and leave my room. I go downstairs and into the living room.Boris is looking out the window, observing the view."Good evening" I try to sound as nice as possible "I'm ready now."I keep in mind what my mother said. I will try to make it work, so it doesn't become a nightmare.He turns around and looks me up and down, seeming to evaluate me." What is that you are wearing?""Doesn't my dress please you?"The mobster doesn't answer, he just walks out in front of me. I understand that it is to follow him and that is what I do.I try to keep calm, so things don't get out of line. It's so hard to get along with him. It feels like there is a barrier that is hold
Emma Now I have two days to get married. A day passed and with it all my mental health.I'm currently trying on my wedding dress. It was the most beautiful thing, but I don't feel happy at all."You look so beautiful my love" my mother smiles at me "Your fiance will love it."Then I remember our kiss again. It didn't leave my mind for a day.In a way, it was a good first kiss. I had liked it, although it was a little difficult."What are you thinking?""I think I prefer the veil a little shorter" the seamstress agrees with what I say."Remove the dress so I can make some adjustments." she comes out of the dressing room to give me privacy.Before I can take off my dress, the curtain I was standing on opens and a man appears.It was my fiancé who was there. Boris looks at me for a while, seeming to size up what I'm wearing."You can't see the bride before the wedding, it's bad luck," my mother warns."Do you really think I'm going to allow anyone to stop this? If anyone tries, I'll kil
Emma Getting out of the house was a bit of a problem, but we managed to work it out.At that point I was in a car, going to a place I didn't know where it was."Are you cold?" my brother looks at me worriedly."No, I'm fine."I think for a moment about what I have done. Could this bring a lot of trouble to my family?But it's like Luigi said, I have to think more about myself.We arrive at a roadside hotel. I get out of the car and look around. I was a little nervous."Are we stopping here?""Yes, I need to take care of some things, but as soon as I'm done, I promise we'll leave. It will if only for a few hours."He asks for a room and leads me to the place. Luigi locks the door from the outside and leaves.I throw the backpack I brought some clothes on the bed.I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. I think it would be good to get some sleep.I wake up to a strange noise coming from the door. The light goes on and I sit up quickly.I shout when I see who is standing there."Hi, my
Emma Boris looks at my brother with hatred. Then he takes a step forward, to face Luigi, even though a gun was pointed at him.I place myself between the two, so that no one ends up dead."Luigi, please... "I beg him."I can't let you marry him, Emma. It's unfair!"The guests looked at the situation in surprise. They all belonged to the mob, not without exceptions.The mobster holds my arms and puts me on my side, then goes to my brother and disarms him easily. After that he hits him in the face with a punch.My heart was racing, afraid of what might happen to Luigi."You're trying my patience"Some of his security guards show up and lead my brother away.Everything I had feared the most had happened. Luigi was in the hands of that man. Go figure out what could happen to him."You better behave, or your brother will end up dead" that was a clear threat.Even though I am afraid, I turn around so that the wedding can finally take place.The ceremony took place without any further probl
Emma I was very nervous and my now husband had already noticed that. But he chose to ignore my existence.We're on his private jet now, heading to our honeymoon, which I still don't know where.To help a little, I try to strike up a conversation with him."Can I have a drink?""Yes!" he pours me some champagne.I'm just like this so I don't spoil the mood today. But I'm not always going to act like a submissive wife if that's what he's thinking."You still haven't told me where we're going.""Rome Italy.""I've never been out of the country before.""I know" he knew because he never allowed me to leave the city, much less the country.I raise the glass of champagne to my lips and drink it all at once. I'm so nervous that I can't control my gestures."Mr. Mikhailovich" he looks at me intently "I know this is not a good time, but I just wanted to know about my brother."The mobster looks at me for a while, seeming to consider whether to answer me or not.Why does Boris have to be so me
Emma Boris does something to the man under the table, because the tour guide stares at him with wide eyes."What do you want with my wife, may I ask?""No big deal. I was just helping her."Then I could see. Boris was squeezing her hand as he turned it back, about to break it."Don't do that" I put my hand on his arm "Let's go to the bedroom please."Boris turned his hand and I could hear the crack of bone breaking. George screams in pain and falls to the ground.Some people look around, but his security guards stay in front of him to cover some people's view."Don't go around doing favors for married women. Especially for my wife, you hear me?""Mr. Mikhailovich, stop it" He completely ignores me."I didn't even touch her."The mobster stomps on him, humiliating him in front of everyone."I asked if you heard what I said.""Yes, I did."Boris kicks the man in the face, who ends up passed out with the strong impact.I just couldn't stop crying. The fear was consuming me."Come on," h
Emma I try to use my arms to cover myself, but he doesn't allow me. Boris still insists on watching me.His gaze moves hungrily over my entire body.I try to keep calm in order not to be afraid. I knew this would happen, I just didn't expect it to happen now.My husband touches my face in a caress and this is the first time he has done this. His hand moves down to my body.He pulls me to the bed and slowly lays me down on it.I try to reach back, feeling a little nervous, but this does not please him."Don't run away from your husband!" Boris pulls me by the leg.The mobster climbs on top of me. His body covers my entire body. He starts kissing my neck.His hand touches the inside of my thigh and I become nervous."Mr. Mikhailovich..." my voice comes out as a moan."Spread your legs" I do as he commands.Boris touches my intimacy with his fingers. He pulls my panties aside and caresses my vagina.I sigh as I feel pleasure from his touch. My body shivers with the subtle touches he giv