Trapped in the Mafia's Web

~Aurora Rossi~"Miss Aurora." Maria's voice called out."Okay?" I rolled my eyes and held up my mascara near my eye region. "I already told you I wasn't eating." Maria, my maid, could be overly caring at times."Noted ma'am but your Father sent for you. He's in his study."I reflexively dropped the mascara, my eyes blinking as my heart pounded in anticipation. "I'll … be there." I stuttered, rising to my feet. Father only sent for me only when it was important to him otherwise he'd pass the information through Maria. The only thing that mattered to him was climbing to the top of the business ladder, money, fame and power, not family so we didn't have a healthy relationship. As a Mafia associate, he took his job too seriously.We only talked when it was necessary and it didn't help that for the most part of my life I went against what he wanted me to do. For example, I studied event management instead of business management.It hasn't really paid off in the past few years since I got

Alessandro De-luca When I saw Aurora and Santini Rossi walking towards the table hand linked with each other, I was reminded anew of my hatred for him. My blood began to boil with anger. He is a power hungry individual, pretending to be a good man in the eyes of the public with fake smiles. I knew his plan, he quickly agreed to give his daughter out in exchange for favours and alliance so he could possibly be the next consigliere from a caporegime. People like him didn't belong to the inner cacus. I observed how he tried to steal the Don's with eye service. Right from time, I knew there was something off about him. And I'm never wrong. When he had failed woefully, because by this time I was done executing my plan, there wouldn't any space for him. Turns out he's not only person with a plan. I loved the games unfolding in front of me. And the woman sitting beside me was oddly captivating, even though I tried to ignore her but her presence did something to me.

“What did he say to you?” Alessandro whispered the moment he grabbed my wrist.I felt my whole body freeze with how dangerously low his voice sounded. But I wasn't going to show that to him.“Why do you care, hnm?” My eyes met his, my brows arching, a small sarcastic smile playing on my lips.“Not that I care,” he shrugged. “You're my wife now and you're obliged to tell me everything and I can be a bit curious sometimes. So tell me.” “I will never.” He paused, his eyes menacingly narrowed and I took a few steps backwards until my back hit the wall. If this was his attempt at intimidating me, then it wasn't working. It was almost laughable as he placed his hands on both sides of the wall, blocking every means I could escape. Now I knew that his Uncle, the Don, didn't have his best interest at heart. I was free to snap back at him because there was no way he could hurt. We were both trapped in an unwanted marriage and I wasn't going to be submissive because this wasn't what I wanted.