"Which family is that?" This would've been a great time to come from a fairly influential family as well. I opened my mouth to respond but someone beat me to it. "Stop hogging the girl, Cristina!" The sharp voice cut through the air and everyone froze. The sound of a cane striking against the marble tiles caught my attention, and I trailed it to the one person I've been waiting to meet. My eyes grew wide, my fingers instinctively tightening around Giovanni's arms and I swallowed when he stopped a few feet away from me. Luciano Orlando, the patriarch of the family. I've heard about him, his story was almost like that of a legend. He pioneered the biggest and largest holding company in America, and he also came from the first mafia family in Italy to integrate in America. The infamous underworld mafia boss of the '80s. Who didn't know of him, of his ruthlessness. I heard about his lineage during history class but to stand in front of him like this. I swallowed when he grunted, n
I was still staring at the shrimp, my bottom lip trembling, and I heard a voice cut through the silent panic attack I was having. "Are you okay?" I looked up to see Luciano eyeing me, and I smiled, all teeth and cheeks. "I'm just surprised at the intricacy of the meal.""Why?" Cristina jabbed, smirking, "You've never seen food like that before."Her husband not-so-gently jabbed her side, hissing aggressively,"Stop that," José looked at me, apology clear in his gaze, "Pardon her behavior, Dahlia. She's not usually like this." I could tell that he was lying. She was always like that. "It's fine," I said with a shrug, and then turned to the maid at my side. She was an older woman with beautiful salt and pepper hair, almost reminding me of my great aunt. "Thank you," I told her with a soft smile, "this looks too beautiful to eat." The maid smiled brightly, and even Luciano barked out a laugh,"Don't fret, you can eat it without guilt." I smiled, and nodded before turning to look a
I didn't know why but my heart fluttered at the way he protectively stood up for me. I didn't even realize I was smiling until I looked at my reflection in one of the wine glasses.I had no idea where all these feelings were coming from but...A part of her actually liked the girl she was pretending to be. I opened my mouth to respond but froze, my eyes bulging in shock. Shit!I could feel the food climbing back up, and my throat was beginning to close. The allergy symptoms had begun and if I didn't get out of here quickly, I would probably break into a terrifying rash.I couldn't let that happen! Not when things were already going this smoothly. I snatched my purse, and rose to my feet, "I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom," I mumbled, trying to keep the food down but it was relentless."Oh," Giovanni stared at her with concern, nearly standing as well, "I'll just fetch a maid to show you the-""I can show her," Cristina jumped to her feet, smiling brightly, "you don't have to w
|GIOVANNI'S POV|We spent the rest of the ride back in silence, our fingers were intertwined as I rubbed my thumb back and forth against her skin. For some reason, she'd been unusually quiet since we left my home. The car suddenly stopped, Ken announcing that we had arrived already. I bobbed my head and pulled open the door by my side before climbing down, walking over I did the same thing for Dahlia and offered her a hand,She smiled and with my support, climbed down from the vehicle. "Thank you," she whispered, and I nodded in response. The evening's breeze was cool against my skin, even with the layers of clothes I was wearing. I looked at her, watching as her hair flowed with the wind, and a smile tugged at my mouth. The meetup with my family went better than I expected, while I didn't imagine a complete catastrophe, the smoothness of it still stunned me. Father was definitely sold on her, I didn't think he would like her but her position in business must have done it. The t
|GIOVANNI'S POV|"I didn't think you'd be greedy enough to actually find a wife."I froze, turning on my heels to fully face him. He stood with his arms crossed against his chest, his brows knitted tightly. José was sitting on an armchair behind him, his eyes darting between the both of us. Cristina settled on one arm of the chair, a quiet excitement gleaming in her expression. Father watched our interaction quietly, his fingers tight around his cane. And Alessia, she'd joined them halfway through lunch stood by the side, bored by her boyfriend's antics. I couldn't blame her. "Do you have anything to say to me, Luca?" He walked closer, the space between us less than a foot, "Finding some roadside chick is beneath you, Giovanni," he spat, his tone filled with ire, "Everyone is disappointed in you."I scoffed at him, the corners of my lips twitching. My legs stepped forward, closing the distance between us so we were at eye level,"What the fuck did you just say?"Father slammed th
|GIOVANNI'S POV|The line trilled for a few seconds before he picked it, and I placed it on loudspeaker,"To what do I owe this pleasure?" His voice echoed, and I scoffed. "Let's meet at the bar," my tone was straightforward, "I'm craving a drink."He chuckled, humor lacing his voice, "You got it, Gio.""See you in a few minutes," I responded, leaning my neck back against the head rest. "Enzo." I ended the call, my jaw tight as I remembered all that happened back inside. My family had a talent for testing my patience. It came naturally to everyone of them, including Father. By the time we arrived at the bar, the pulsing rage within me had already withered and all that was left was the insane urge to drink."You sure you don't need me to come inside, Boss?" Ken asked, slamming the door behind me and I adjusted the lapel of my jacket."No, I'll be fine."He eyed me with caution, but nodded, "I'll be right here in case you need me."I waved him off, tucking my hands into my pocket as
I woke up with a start, my breath catching in my throat like I'd been yanked halfway through a race.My head throbbed painfully, it felt like someone had slammed it against a wall while I was asleep. It didn't make sense why I woke up with a nasty migraine, and I realized that I was worse off than when I'd slept last night. The pills were beginning to lose their effectiveness, and doubling always had her throwing up in the middle of the night. So I drank myself to sleep, and now I have an even nastier headache to deal with."Shit," I cursed as I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, the strands sticking slightly with sweat. The room was dim, curtains drawn, and the ceiling fan above spun lazily, creaking every few turns in a way that grated at my ears. I couldn't feel the air it was pushing down, if anything it made the room even more warm. I exhaled slowly and let my head drop back onto the pillow. Although, most of the migraine was due to my inappropriate choice last night,
I tipped my chin, defiantly stubborn, "Why? Why do I have to do this?" He stared at me for a moment, his eyes red-rimmed as he responded,"Because it's what your sister would've wanted." "What?"He took my hand in his, and squeezed gently, "You don't have to stay long, and besides," he exhaled, his forehead marred by a deep frown. "It's better to do it now than later."I shrugged my hand from his, narrowing my eyes at him, "What are you talking about? Why would Dahlia want this?" It made no sense. Dahlia prided on her work more than anything in this world. Why would she want to give up everything just like that? "It was hers and Gio's decision," he said, his voice low. "They agreed she was going to quit once they were married." What?"He doesn't want her working anymore."It suddenly hit me then, when he kept talking about how he would take care of me and my family, this was what he meant. He wanted a housewife, and Dahlia was willing to throw all of her hard work away. I scoff
Luciano stepped forward, and placed his hands on her shoulders as he leaned to kiss me on the cheek."A hearty congratulations, figlia." His tone was smooth, almost affectionate."Thank you," I replied politely. He was the only one who seemed genuinely pleased at our union. Luciano's eyes sparkled with something unreadable. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I hear there's a 1965 in the cellar calling my name."He winked and turned, but before he could take a full step away, José was already behind him, catching his elbow with a grip. "I don't think that's a good idea, Dad," José muttered but his father was barely listening, already sauntering into the crowd. "Oh, come on. Dad, wait!"Cristina rolled her eyes at their antics, standing straight when I looked at her. "Excuse me," she said in a clipped voice, gliding away before any one of us could respond. I exhaled slowly, relieved that the Orlando family were leaving one by one. I wasn't sure I could bear their scrutiny any longer. When I
The hall that was rented out for the after party was even more sparkling. I couldn't resist gawking at the soft golden lights that sparkled from the crystal chandeliers that towered over us. The sound of laughter mingled with the soft clink of glasses, and a live band playing something sultry in the corner made me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.I'd changed into something to match the aesthetics, my wedding dress was replaced with something lighter and easier to move around in. It was an ivory silk dress that stopped an inch above my knee with a dramatic open back and gold accents that shimmered when I moved. It was luxury without trying too hard, and it hugged me like it had been made for me. Which, apparently, it had. "Come on," Giovanni reappeared beside me with a glass of champagne, his hand resting against her back. "There's someone I want you to meet."They wove through the small clusters of guests, nodding politely, until they reached a woman standing near the bar.
When his lips parted to break the silence, I sucked in a deep breath. "You're beautiful." I blinked, startled by the unexpected compliment. "I bet you say that to every unsuspecting bride."He smirked, stepping closer with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. "I only say that to my own bride. The woman I'm looking at right now."I couldn't help the way my lips twitched, "what are you doing here?" I quipped, tilting my head. "You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and especially in my wedding dress.""I just wanted to make sure you weren't having any second thoughts," his fingers found her exposed arm, trailing gently. "You're going to become the Mafia Boss's wife after all."Well...if he was going to play this game. "Why? Is there anything I should be wary of?"He chuckled, the sound like deep rushing wine. "Maybe," his fingers stopped at my pulsing neck. "How good are you w
It was finally here. The day I was earnestly praying not to come, certainly not now. I was standing in front of the grand vanity, the golden lights from the bulb above illuminating my form.The room smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, and the quiet hum of classical music drifted in the background. I silently stared at my reflection. The woman in front of the mirror didn't feel like me, the makeup artist had spent hours perfecting my face. My skin was flawless, her light grey eyes accentuated with subtle shimmer and bold cat-eye flick that made them seem sharper. My lips were a muted rose color, and my hair had been curled into soft waves, pinned delicately beneath the lace trimmed veil that spilled down my back like a waterfall. And the dress. Another gasp slipped out of my mouth as I gazed at the beauty again. The gown hugged me in all the right places. It was a timeless piece of ivory silk and intricate designs that cinched at my waist and flowed to the ground like a dream.
|GIOVANNI'S POV|The car ride back from the hall was a blur of quick turns and muffled chatter through the Bluetooth speaker. I leaned back against the leather seat, the phone pressed to my ear, and my fingers tightened into a fist. "No, I want white lilies, not roses," I said into the phone, my voice calm but leaning no room for argument. "And make sure the guest list is double checked. No mistakes. I don't want anyone slipping in who wasn't invited."The event planner on the other end stammered a hurried agreement, and I exhaled slowly, glancing out the window as the city blurred by. My mind raced through a checklist that never seemed to end,The venue security, table arrangements, the menu for the after-party, even the stupid little favors for the guest. Everything had to be perfect. "The catering?" I asked sharply when the planner hesitated. "All confirmed, sir," she rushed to assure me. "The seafood you requested, the Italian stations, and the private wine selections. They're
"Michelle!" I nearly knocked over the table as I shot up to my feet, rushing forward to embrace the one person I've been waiting to see all morning. "Well, this is a warm welcome," she murmured into my neck, reciprocating the hug. After a moment, I pulled back to glare at her and she blinked."What did I do?""What took you so long?"She smiled sheepishly, raising a bag in the air. "I went clothes shopping, I still don't know what I'm gonna wear for the wedding."I rolled my eyes just as my dad spoke from behind, his tone was chastising,"Michelle, how many times have I told you to knock before you enter?"She walked around me so she could face him properly, "I knocked, Mr. Monroe. No one answered so I let myself in.""You knocked?""Yes." She nodded. Dad blinked, glancing at Chandler and Casey. "Did you hear a knock?" Both of them shook their heads, and he frowned, "Even if you did knock, that was a terrible way to let yourself in. You just busted in here.""I thought it was a co
The sound of our forks and knives scraping against the fine china was the only sound that echoed in the dining room, along with Chandler's loud and annoying chewing. "Fuck it, Chandler!" Casey hissed, slamming her fork against the table, and making all of us jolt in shock, "Can't you chew quietly? I can't fucking eat with all of that disgusting noise."Chandler glared at her, his dark eyes narrowing, "What the hell are you talking about? You're the only one who's hearing me chew."Both of them directed their gaze at Dad and me, I grimaced tightly and Dad cleared his throat. That made Chandler shift on his chair, "You see," Casey snapped at him, "Eat like a fucking human-""Stop cursing at the table, Cas," Dad interrupted, giving her a warning glare, "let Chandler eat how he feels comfortable." Although Chandler gave him a weak smile, the sound of his chewing drastically reduced, and I caught the sheepish smirk on Casey's face.The girl just knew how to get what she wanted. But that
I returned to the main hall, surprised to find Giovanni and Valerie deep in a conversation and judging from her wide eyes, she seemed to be really invested in what he was saying. For some reason, that didn't settle well with me. I settled beside him, smiling wryly as he threw his hand over my shoulders. "Now you're here!" Valerie chipped excitedly, and I forced a grin on my face. "Your fiancé almost pulled out a search team for you." I looked at Giovanni only to find him staring deeply at me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded."I'm good." He looked around, and frowned. "Where is Enzo?""Did you guys miss me already?" Enzo strolled back in, flashing a charming grin as he settled beside Valerie."You're back-" she barely finished her sentence when he pulled her in for a quick kiss on her lips. She giggled, and swatted his chest. "Enzo!""What? I missed only you." Enzo responded, causing her to laugh even more as she melted into his side.
The bathroom was pristine, almost annoyingly so. If I was in a good mood, I probably would've taken the time and appreciation to look through the marble countertops, and the soft gold lightning that gave the place a 90's feel. The only thing I was thankful for however was the delicate smell of roses lingering in the air. It helped in calming my racing heart. I walked toward the sink, admiring the gold-plated faucet, and the fresh towels that smelled like jasmine nearly folded on a small rack beside the sink. How much would all of this cost? The thought that they were going to have a full course meal soon sent a chill down my spine.I had an inkling that the price alone would put me in debt for the rest of my life. I gripped the edge of the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection in the mirror didn't help. My skin was almost too pale, despite the makeup I'd put on. And my eyes were wide and strained.I sucked in another sharp breath, counting down to ten in my head a