Wedded to my Sister's Mafia Groom

‎Emilia POV

‎I was exhausted from work. The bone-weary exhaustion that came from long hours and a life that never seemed to slow down. My shoulders ached as I signed out at the reception desk, forcing a polite smile at the security guard before stepping into the elevator.

‎The silence inside felt suffocating.

‎By the time I stepped out onto the street, the night air brushed against my skin. All I wanted was to get home, shower, and collapse into bed.

‎A taxi pulled up just as I reached the curb.

‎“Treasure Street, please,” I said, my voice drained.

‎“Yes, ma’am,” the driver replied with a polite smile.

‎I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. My phone buzzed in my hand.

‎Unknown number.

‎I frowned but ignored it.

‎Another buzz followed almost immediately.

‎Annoyed, I opened my eyes and glanced at the screen. For a second, I considered leaving it unread. I wasn’t in the mood for nonsense messages or random promotions.

‎Curiosity made me tap it open.

‎“Your boyfriend is cheating on you again.”

‎My breath caught.

‎Again?

‎What did that even mean?

‎A strange feeling crept into my chest. I shook my head slightly, trying to dismiss it.

‎No. That didn’t make sense.

‎William wouldn’t...

‎I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think logically. He had told me earlier that he’d be at a gathering tonight. A small celebration with colleagues at a bar. Nothing serious.

‎Just work people. Drinks. Conversations.

‎Another message came in before I could calm myself.

‎“If you want to see for yourself, come to Montego Bar.”

‎My fingers tightened around my phone.

‎I stared at the message.

‎Part of me wanted to ignore it. To laugh it off as some cruel prank. But the other part needed to know.

‎“Ma’am, we’re almost at Treasure Street,” the driver said.

‎I hesitated for only a second.

‎“Actually…” I sat up suddenly. “Can you take me to Montego Bar instead?”

‎The driver glanced at me through the mirror and nodded. “Of course.”

‎The rest of the ride felt unbearably long.

‎My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Memories of William flashed through my head. I tried to hold onto them, to remind myself of what we had.

‎But doubt had already planted its roots.

‎And it was growing fast.

‎Montego Bar was alive when I arrived.

‎Music pulsed through the air—heat, perfume, and alcohol mixing with laughter and clinking glasses. The lights were dim, casting shadows that made everything feel slightly unreal.

‎I paid the driver quickly and stepped out, my heart pounding.

‎Inside, the atmosphere hit me all at once—noise, bodies moving too close together.

‎I scanned the room.

‎Groups of people crowded around tables, drinks in hand, most of them already intoxicated. I recognized a few familiar faces—William’s colleagues—but not him.

‎My chest tightened.

‎Where was he?

‎I moved deeper into the bar, weaving through the crowd. My eyes searched every corner, but there was no sign of him.

‎Maybe he had already left.

‎I turned toward the hallway leading to the private rooms when a voice stopped me.

‎“Hey, princess…”

‎A tall, older man staggered toward me, clearly drunk, and grabbed my wrist. His eyes roamed over me in a way that made my skin crawl.

‎“You look like you could use some fun,” he slurred, reaching out.

‎I stepped back quickly, pushing his hand away.

‎“Don’t touch me.”

‎Without waiting for a response, I walked past him, my pulse quickening as I moved further down the quieter corridor.

‎The noise from the main bar faded, replaced by soft sounds.

‎I didn’t pay attention. It was a bar, after all. Couples came here for privacy. It wasn’t unusual.

‎Before I could move, a sound reached me.

‎A moan.

‎It came from one of the rooms ahead.

‎My chest tightened.

‎Relief tried to settle in, but it didn’t quite stick.

‎Don’t overthink it, I told myself.

‎Call him.

‎Yes. That made sense.

‎With slightly trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed William’s number.

‎It started ringing.

‎I heard it.

‎A ringtone.

‎Familiar.

‎My blood ran cold.

‎No… it couldn’t be.

‎I stood there, frozen, listening.

‎The sound was coming from behind one of the doors.

‎My heart pounded so hard it hurt.

‎Maybe it was just the same ringtone, I tried to reason. Anyone could have it.

‎But my feet were already moving.

‎Slowly.

‎The closer I got, the moans became unmistakable.

‎“Don’t stop…”

‎“Mm—just like that…”

‎That voice.

‎No, no, no—

‎I stopped right in front of the door, my hand hovering in the air. My entire body felt numb, like I wasn’t really there.

‎Taking a shaky breath, I pushed the door open.

‎Clothes were scattered across the floor.

‎A suit jacket.

‎The one I had bought him for his birthday.

‎The air left my lungs, replaced by a cold, sharp vacuum. That jacket. I had worked overtime for a month to buy him that jacket.

‎My gaze lifted slowly.

‎William.

‎His head thrown back, eyes closed, completely lost in the moment.

‎...as she rocked against him, oblivious to everything else. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders, glowing like fire in the dim light of the room.

‎“William…”

‎My voice broke on his name, barely more than a whisper, as tears blurred my vision.

‎His eyes snapped open.

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