Todos os capítulos de Married to the mafia: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I feel sick to my stomach. I take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror wearing the silky white dress my mother had made for this day: my wedding day. I still can’t believe this is happening. Today I will marry a man I’ve never seen in my life, I will be his wife till death do us part. No chance to escape or divorce, my family’s lives depend on me staying with him for the rest of my life.The make-up artist my mother hired is retouching my lips one last time before we go downstairs for the ceremony. She made a very god job, the make-up is really natural, but at the same time, it hides my flaws and highlights my good features. I look like a princess. A princess that is being blackmailed into marrying a monster.“You look beautiful, Victoria, I wish your abuela was here to see you,” my mom says, tears welling up.I sneer at her. What is she talking about? This is most definitely NOT a happy occasion. “I am glad my abuela is not here to see how you force your daughter to marry a

We then go out of my parent’s house, I find that five black SUVs are waiting for us outside. Each SUV has a driver that awaits by the vehicle for the passengers to go in. Irina, Dimitri’s mother, and Nikolay hop on one of the SUVs. Other guests from the party, who I assume are Dimitri’s relatives because they all look alike, hop on the other three SUVs, leaving the last one for Dimitri and me.“Thank you, Oleg,” Dimitri says to his driver as he opens the door for us. I take a last look at my family and my house, a mix of fear and sadness runs through my veins. I can still hear Dimitri’s warning in my head “Give your parents a big goodbye hug, Victoria, who knows when you’ll see them again.”The driver turns on the vehicle and we get moving. My family waves me goodbye as we drive away. Tears well up, I am going to miss them every minute until I see them again and the fact that I don’t know when that will be makes things a million times worse.“Give me your cellphone,” Dimitri orders m

As soon as we get into the house I put my back against the nearest wall and as far as possible from Dimitri, he is not even paying attention to me, his eyes are fixed to the living room.“Hello, glad you could make it,” he says to someone I can’t see.I turn my face to the living room. Standing in the middle next to the coffee table is a robust tall woman with brown hair, rosy cheeks, and small round eyes, the woman is looking at us with an earnest expression on her face.“It is my pleasure, Mr. Ivanov,” the woman says with a deep voice.“Victoria, this is Ms. Margaret, she has come to take care of you,” Dimitri says.“Take care of me?” I ask confused. “What is that supposed to mean?”“Margaret is here to supervise your every move,” Dimitri replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.“I don’t need a nanny,” I exclaim as I fold my arms.“Yes, you do, Margaret is going to make sure that you don’t do anything rash, I can’t watch you all the time, she can because it’s her job.”

When I open my eyes, it’s already morning. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am. I sink my head into the pillow before looking up. Dimitri is not on his side of the bed. Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and Dimitri comes out wearing a towel around his waist. I turn my face to the other side, my cheeks are red as tomatoes. As silly as it sounds, the moment I saw him come out of the bathroom, it suddenly hit me, that we are sharing a life together. This is going to be our every morning as husband and wive. His nonchalant behavior it is more unnerving. Dimitri is just getting dressed like is the most normal thing in the world, and maybe it is, but not with me present. He is totally unaware of how conflicted I feel.“What time does Margaret said she would get here?” Dimitri asks me as he puts on his shoes.“8:30,” I reply avoiding looking at him at all costs.“Then you should get ready,” he says.I stand up reluctantly and walk to the bathroom, I look at him out of the corner

(Victoria’s P.O.V.)I walk along with Margaret back to my house; although I don’t entirely consider it mine yet. In spite of what Margaret says about me being the lady of the house, I don’t feel that way. In my mind, I am just a guest here. This place is not my home, it’s just a place I live in now against my will. As we walk I hear someone calling my name, I turn around and find Irina running toward us. She is so gracious even when she runs, she is like a Barbie doll in real life, her golden hair shines against the sun beams and hey blue eyes sparkle like diamonds. Even though her face is reddened due to the effort of running, she still looks gorgeous.“Victoria, wait!” She says as she reaches us. “I am so sorry about the way my mother behaved today. She has no excuse. I feel terrible that you had to put up with her, it’s not right.”“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal…” I mutter feeling uncomfortable, I don’t need her apologies, I just want to stay away from them. I wish I co