“I now pronounce you as a husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The priest announced and I froze. I knew I was cursed the moment this blood oath was taken which bound me to hell, the hell of this Sinner. My eyelids raised to see the ugly creation of god. My husband! Vladimir Sokolov! His rugged face carved with uncountable ugly marks stung my slow beating heart. His hazel green eyes held a satisfied dark shadow as He pulled me close, raised my chin and whispered coldly, “From this very moment, you share the crown of Bratva’s pakhan. Prepare yourself to bear its weight, Babochka. Because I own your existence now!” He slammed his cold lips on my trembling ones, punishing me with a brutal kiss. Tears pricked my eyes with disgust but I tolerated his touch for the sake of my family. My eyes followed the part of the audience, Russians, who burst into cheers while the other party, Italians, looked at me with remorse and pitiful gazes. Oh yes, how could I forget I was the sacrificed lamb thrusted into hell to get scorched for a lifetime. But No. I still had the last hope to save myself from this cursed fate, this cursed marriage. ………….. Born in a sin will definitely be called the Sinner. Without morality and mercy, Vladimir Sokolov the Bratva’s Pakhan ruled the city with an iron fist. Due to the influence of some political parties He had to marry the Daughter from La Camorra. Rose Barbieri! Marry her, have his heir and wear the title of family man, that's what He planned to do but what He didn’t imagine was that his innocent, submissive wife was someone who would burn the flames of his hell into ashes one day.
Lihat lebih banyak“Your Zio has arranged your marriage with the Sokolov Bratva's Pakhan and tomorrow is your engagement,” Nico Berbeiri’s words pierced through Rose' whole existence and shook her to the soul.
When she came to see her father, she thought he finally agreed to her request of joining university for further studies but instead he had fixed her marriage. “Ma..marriage with a Russian, Papa?” Rose Barbieri questioned apprehensively as she was startled by her father's sudden changed decision. What about Dante? She always thought Dante would be her husband. Nico’s eyes gleamed in excitement and happiness both as he stared at his beautiful daughter as if she was his most prized possession. “Not to any Russian but to the Bratva Pakhan himself, girl. Vladimir Sokolov! A blood oath had been signed between your uncle Frencesco and councillor Boris Sokolov in the presence of Senator Jonathan Stone to make peace between us and fight off Mexicans. The oath demands the Berbeiri's daughter's hand for the Pakhan.” Rose blinked a few times in confusion. A Berbeiri's daughter's hand for the Pakhan? “Papa, why is Zio not marrying his own daughter Valentina to him? She would have been more valued in this alliance, why me?” Nico's eyes flashed in anger and the next second, a sharp slap landed on Rose's face. “You stupid girl! For once in life God is shining his grace over us and you want to handover your luck to Valentina!” He moved and grabbed her jaw tightly making her gasp in pain. “Papa…” Rose cried out. Nico fixed his daughter with a pointed stare. “You are getting engaged to Vladimir tomorrow and that's final!” Rose' baby blue eyes shone with tears. “But…but Papa, was I not supposed to marry Dante? I thought…” She winced when sharp pain cut through her arms as Nico tightened his hold on her arms bruisingly. His eyes flashed dangerously. “What about Dante? He is merely a Captain’s son while Vladimir is one of the most powerful men in New York. You should be grateful that you will be crowned as his wife. A Mafia Head’s wife.” Rose’s face paled as tears rolled down on her cheeks seeing her father's furious and greedy gaze. “Why did you take his name? Are you involved with him, Rose? Tell me, are you still pure?” Rose flinched at his crude insinuation. Her face flushed as she tried to free herself out of his hold. “Papa, you are hurting me,” she wheezed out. “Don't Papa me! I want an answer. Are you still pure, girl? Because if you are not, I swear to God I will kill you with my own hands. Have you been fucking Dante?” “Nico!” Stephanie, Nico's wife who had been silently witnessing their interaction for a while, gasped at her husband's language towards their daughter while Rose remained standing like a frozen statue. “Look what you are saying to her!” He left Rose's arms and turned to his wife. “What? No mafia head would want a rotten good on his wedding night! Her virginity and beauty is what a Don wants. I do not want to lose this chance, Stephanie. Her marriage to Vladimir is going to make me equal to Francesco. I couldn't become the Don but my daughter will marry the one,” he snapped his eyes back to Rose. “Spill, you stupid girl! Are you a Virgin or not?” Rose, scared to death, nodded her head like a springed doll. “I…I am.” Her words calmed Nico and he gave her a curt nod. “Now leave and start preparing for your engagement tomorrow!” Crying silently, Rose sprinted to her room where her sixteen year old sister, Mia, was waiting for her. “Is it true? Uncle Francesco and Papa are giving you to the Bratva Pakhan?” Rose sniffed and blinked in surprise. “How do you know about it?” Mia held her sister's arm, making her jump in pain. She looked at her sister's swollen arms with wide eyes. “Papa did this?” Rose nodded and burst into tears as Mia pulled her into her arms. “Rose, calm down and tell me, Do you even know who Vladimir Sokolov is?” Mia asked her sister carefully before pulling her to sit on the bed. Rose looked up and slowly shook her head in no. “Damn girl! You are doomed then!” “Wh..why?” Rose asked in fear, seeing the trouble on her sister’s face. Mia inhaled sharply as she told her sister about the man she was being forced to marry. “Vladimir Sokolov, the Bratva’s pakhan was born in sin. He is a ruthless, scary and dangerous man, Rose. He is a walking Sinner in our mafia world. He killed his first wife in anger because she wanted to redecorate his room. No girl could stand his lethal personality and looks.” Rose’ eyes widened in horror. “What are you saying? Who kills his wife for such a minor thing. Where have you been hearing all this rubbish?” Rose scolded Mia as panic slowly grasped her nerves. Mia rolled her eyes. “Believe it or not, but I have my sources, Sis. Why else do you think Valentina denied marrying him and Zio gave you to that man?” Mia raised her eyebrows. “Valentina? She was supposed to marry that Russian Boss?” Rose asked, stunned at the news. Mia was the youngest of them all but she was the busybody and messenger of the house who knows everything that goes in their family. “Yes. But now you are promised to that man like a sacrificial lamb. Everyone is terrified of him, Rose. I have heard that he is a psychopath who kills people because He likes the smell of blood. He doesn't feel emotions.” Mia added to her pent up worries and terror. Every word that was coming out of her sister's mouth was scaring her to the roots of her soul. “Now what should I do, Mia? I can't marry such a crude and dangerous man. I won't be able to live with him.” Ross whispered. Mia thought about it for a moment and then spoke. “Call Dante.” “What?” Rose asked exasperated. “Why should I call him? Have you lost your mind?” “No, I am trying to save your ass. Call Dante and elope with him. That's the only way to save yourself from this horrible marriage!” “No, I can't. Papa won't forgive me.” Rose shook her head frantically. Mia gave her sister an ‘are you serious look’ before shaking her head as she pulled out her cell phone and called Dante herself. “It’s your last chance to save yourself and get out of this stupid marriage deal and ugly fate. Think wisely, Rose. You want to enter into the Sinner’s hell or your bright future!” Mia’s words fell into Rose’s ears like a warning bell as she pondered over this idea of running away. But then a manly voice interrupted her reverie. “Hello!” Mia glanced at her sister before uttering the words. “Dante, Rose needs your help!” . . Rose stood before the secret door of the mansion from where they used to sneak out in their childhood years. “Mia, am I doing the right thing!” Rose asked umpteeth times to her sister, who rolled her eyes at her tensed features. “Yes! Now don’t worry about anyone else and take care of yourself!” Mia said, pushing Rose towards the secret door. “Now leave before anyone sees you,” Rose nodded and took a step ahead but turned to her sister and mouthed ‘I Love You’ before she left through the secret alley about which only the Barbieri family knew. Mia silently closed the door and left right away before anyone could spot her there. She was sad that she wouldn't be able to see her sister for a while but happy too that her sister wouldn't have to marry a cruel and ugly man. Rose apprehensively walked out of the dimly lit valley looking back every single second to check if anyone was following her. But when she stepped into the street behind her house, she didn't feel any liberty but fear. Raw fear of being caught by her father's men. She feared the consequences of her actions when her father found out about it. ‘Dammit? What am I even doing!’ her hands shook as she wiped the sweat beads from her forehead. “Rose. You are here,” Dante's hushed voice snapped her back to the present. She looked at her left where she spotted Dante advancing toward her. Pushing aside her troubled thoughts she gave him a faint smile. “Yes. I am.” Dante Romani’s eyes gleamed in satisfaction and excitement. The man in whom she had a secret crush for years, her best friend. “Oh Rose. I can't wait to be with you. Alone and away from everyone,” he said resting his hands on her shoulders. “I heard what cruelty your family was going to do to you, but I will protect you!” Rose blinked seeing his eyes flashing, she didn't know what to respond except for giving him a small smile. “So where…where are we going? Have you found a hotel?” Dante shook his head. “I will tell you but first, let's go from here. I do not want your guards to see us.” Rose nodded and they both went to his car. Hand in hand! Like a couple. Unaware of the fact that the pairs of hawk eyes were watching them like a Ghost.“Boris. I was not expecting you here today,” Stephanie Barbieri said with a forced smile to her face. She really meant what she said. After what happened a year ago, after losing her daughter in that horrible kidnapping, death of their loved ones and all, both families broke almost all ties with each other silently. She blinked seeing the cold look in Boris’s eyes. He was not the same like before he used to be. A year has passed and a lot of things have happened between them. A lot of things which shouldn't have been happening!Stephanie let out a heavy sigh as her mind stressed over the past year. Only a mother could feel the pain of her daughter's lost life. Boris shrugged. “I didn't want to come but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to see how easily you Italians forgot my daughter.”Stephanie anxiously rubbed her thumb over her other hand as her lips set in a flat line. The accusation in his tone was clearly shown in his words and gaze. “There are things we couldn't change. You a
Lauren walked gracefully holding her father’s hand towards the man of her dreams. It was the most special day of her life and she planned it accordingly. The aisle was decorated with Scarlett blood red roses on the pristine white marble befitting the bride as the theme showcased what she did to get the man of her dreams. She spilled blood! She took the lives of people!The smile on her face as she eyed Klaus standing at the end of the aisle broadened. However, the smile held no innocence but a sense of triumph. Today, she was marrying Klaus Barbieri. The man she desired and the crown she always dreamt of wearing. Klaus stood at the altar. There was no happiness or warmth in his eyes. They were cold and calculated. He was not marrying out of emotions but it was a necessity. A necessity he couldn't ignore. He was burdened under the weight of guilt and need of the moment. It was now his responsibility to give her the protection of his name. His eyes for a moment went to her and seei
Klaus Barbieri stared at himself in the mirror. He wore tuxedos multiple times but the one he donned on his wedding day with his unwanted Russian bride, nothing can change his emotions he had on that day. His throat tightened as his mind reflected on the memories he spent with Sila. His deceased wife! Their initial days were ugly but later on when they had feelings for each other, their marriage was blissful. But the way she died…Klaus pinched his eyes, swatting away that memory and stoning his heart once again. Even though his heart tightened in his chest in hurt and regret but he wore that emotionless look on his face. It was not the time to feel that horrible feeling. No, it was the big time of his life. Regret wouldn't resolve anything. Klaus failed to save his wife. That’s the fact he couldn’t change. However there was another fact; he was the prince of the Italian mafia and it was time he became the king of it. But for that he had to fulfil that one condition of being a marri
One year later: “You look beautiful, Lauren. Truly Magnificent,” Johnathan Stone’s eyes welled with tears when he saw his daughter in the wedding dress. She was a beautiful girl, he knew that but today she looked like an angel who descended the earth. Lauren's eyes glinted in happiness. The words sounded magical to her. Her lips stretched into a huge happy smile. “Thank you, Dad. I can't tell you how happy I am today.” Johnathan's for a moment turned silent. He knew it was the happiest day for his daughter's life but the fact that her happiness was standing on the burial of someone’s grave. It pinched Johnathan wrong. Only he knew what price he paid for Lauren's happiness. “You must have been very angry with me, were you not?” He couldn't help but question his daughter. Lauren's eyebrows curled together in a soft frown. “About what, Dad?” “About Sila and Klaus' wedding arrangement?” He said and the smile on her face died. Her body tightened in anger and vision flooded with t
“No!” He screamed. Horrified at what he just witnessed. His wife. The woman VLADIMIR SOKOLOV came to save was now lying lifelessly infront of him. His world stopped. His Soul froze. His heart crashed. Everything inside VLADIMIR was shattered seeing the most important woman of his life lying in the pool of her own blood. The bullets kept showering around him. The screaming the chaos, the death and blood there. Everything seemed useless to him. Nothing mattered to him than the life of his wife but he couldn't save her. Her lifeless wife eyes were piercing through his soul. He didn't understand anything except that he needed to take his wife to the hospital. “I won't let anything happen to you, Rose. I won't!” He muttered and pulled his wife’s lifeless body closer to pick her up. Just then a bullet slashed through his left arm and pain filled his body. He snapped his head in the direction of the bullet.His eyes zoomed on Diego like the eagle sees his prey. Blood shot through his vi
Vladimir entered the place like a king while his Vors shedding the blood of his enemies around him. But as soon as his eyes fell on his wife, He froze. Rose was almost naked, laying on the ground like a dead body but eyes opened with no wish to move at all or save her dignity. He felt like someone cut his heart into two when He examined her condition. The urge to shoot the bastard was very intense. Two seconds! Just two seconds would take to pierce Diego’s body with the bullets but no. Not now! It can wait. Right now his priority was to get his wife out of there safely. In an urgency to be with her, He ran towards her not caring about the showering bullets.Why was she not moving at all? His heart was in raw panic. His mind froze in fear. He was devastated at his wife's condition. Her clothes were torn. She was only in her undergarments which couldn’t hide her modesty well. Vladimir ripped off his coat and immediately covered his wife wi
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