The Mafia's Rebel Wife

I wake up from another deep slumber, I’ve been feeling drowsy lately, the wound on my stomach has been cared for by some woman and the dead nurse and anything of her existence in this room has been cleared up except for the memory stuck in my head, I've been here for days waiting for Rino to show up but no amount of preparation could make me feel better, and it wasn't until I heard his voice that I realized there was another soul with me in the room, he always had that skill.“You wanted to see me, wife.” There he was, regally seated right across from me with his legs crossed, staring directly at me with those same hazel eyes that mostly looked at me with coldness more than they did with warmth in the years that I knew him. I knew that I would feel a lot of things when I would see him but what striked me the most was the relief that I felt, I had never felt so relieved to see his face. I spent so much time only fearing him, so the foreign emotion was a blur and shock.“Speak.” His har

The whole mansion has been tense, I've been here alone for more than a week and I badly needed out, none of the Garcia family has been seen since I woke up and I've healed quite alright, the pain is now just a slight ache.Not that I want to see Rino or anything but he mentioned something about Grace the other day and I've been curious to ask what that was about. If there was someone I know Rino loved it would be Grace. Grace was also like a mother to me. She was both a housekeeper and a mother to us all and I quickly became close to her daughter Anna, who was also like a sister to Rino. But I haven't seen either of them since I arrived, I really wanted to see Anna.Someone cleared their behind me and it's Anna. I scream out in joy as I run to hug her.“Anna, I was just thinking about you.” I say happily with tears running down my face, I grab her hands tightly.“Anna how have you been, I really missed you.” I hug again but she doesn't move or react, she stands so stiffly with red rim

I feel myself floating for a while, and my eyes remain tightly shut, afraid of the outcome of the shots fired."Freya!? Freya!?" I hear the panicked voice from above me, and the voice is enough indication that he is not Rino.The call and the gunshots have left me so shaken, I lie waiting for the full brace of pain from being shot twice to fill me, but I feel nothing.I didn't get shot?If this were any other situation, I'd be tempted to leave Louis panicking for a little longer, but it isn't. Something is desperately wrong; I can feel it deep in my bones.I peel my eyes open and look up at Louis. "I'm fine," I murmur. He breathes out a great sigh of relief."You damned woman, you've only been here for bloody less than a week, and you already caused so much trouble," Louis remarks, rubbing his hands against his face in exhaustion."Well, you'll have to take that one up with your brother," I inform him, pushing myself up from the floor to realize we have horrified onlookers watching us.

The next morning, I awaken even more anxious than the night before. The number that had called me before the gunshots left me a text to wake up to.‘We know your secret.’That was all the text message said—and it was enough to turn me into a nervous wreck.I have agreed to sign the stupid renewal of our marriage contract, only on the condition that Rino lets me see both Grace and his father, Mario.“Are you alright?” Rino asks quietly as we arrive at his private hospital.I look up to find him already staring down at me with the strong intensity I’ve always hated.I nod, distracted, hoping it’s enough to get him to leave me alone and stop watching me.“Mario?” I call out in a small whisper.The frail old man turns his head slowly to look in my direction. “Oh, my little girl,” he coos, gazing at me with so much love only a father is capable of.I pull my lips into my mouth to hold back a sob. It's been years since he’s called me that. He looks worse—so much worse and weaker than the la

“Yes, darling, I've missed you so much.” I can feel my skin prickle from the sound of his voice. I pull my lips open to let air into my lungs.I can't speak, I can't feel, I can't breathe. I can only listen breathlessly.“Wow, you're sure one difficult bitch to find, aren't you?” Angelo chuckles, and then his humor takes a darker turn. “I guess I did train you well.”“I've spent the last ten years working hard to find you, and then I find out you had been hiding right under my nose?” Angelo chuckles darkly. “Married to the fucking King? That's impressive. I brought you into the freaking country and then he grabs you—catches you first. It's not exactly fair now, is it?” Angelo says, deliberately slurring his words.“W-w-what do you m-mean?” I barely manage to say out loud, my mind reeling.“Umm, that's a story for another day, my sweet. I'll tell you how I found out you were hiding the King's heir from him when you come to me yourself,” Angelo says, now sounding beyond amused.“Shut yo