His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

“Am I really doing the right thing?” Lillian questioned no one in particular as she gazed intently at the maids performing their duty in the closet.

She heaved a sigh, looking all tired with a touch of depression. Watching the maids at the moment made her question her intelligence for a while, that she almost felt shitty about herself.

She turned to Bella who had a bright smile on while also staring at the maids, “Do I have to do this?”

“Yes, you have to. Take this as a way to have your little revenge against him.” Bella nodded effortlessly and nudged her shoulder.

Revenge! That had been Bella’s excuse to make her go on a trip with Don. According to Bella, this trip could create more rift between them, especially now that they had an unresolved issue between them.

“What’s the trip for anyway?”

“It’s to discuss Sir Antonio’s burial rituals with the other clans in other countries and fortunately, my brother was chosen to go on behalf of the clan here.”

“Common, don’t make that face. I’m doing this for your sake. I just want the best for you and my brother. Who knows when that bitchy girlfriend of his would be back?.” Bella pouted so cutely that even Lillian had to look away with a sigh.

Guess, she was left with no option.

“Alright, I’ll go dress up.” Lillian left the bed sluggishly to select a dress in the closet, then walked into the restroom to get changed, leaving Bella to rejoice all herself.

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*BRAZIL*

“Please let me know if you need anything.” The guest service attendant wore a big smile on her face as she stood in respect after handing the luggage to its owner.

“Sure, we will.” Lillian returned the smile before dragging their luggage inside, after which she shut the door.

Her smile suddenly disappeared when her eyes came in contact with Don’s, and she was back to her unreadable expression – The same expression she had worn all the time they’ve been together today.

He was standing with his hands in a black jeans pocket, which was buckled below his abdomen area. His body was blessed with a white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbow and its buttons fixed halfway to his chest, revealing his toned yet well tattooed chest.

While Lillian was just in a simple knee-length blue gown with a white blazer, she couldn’t help but to feel thankful to her parents for getting her married to this man.

With his dressing and standing posture, he looked dangerously handsome that Lillian almost let go of her grudge at the moment to wrap him round in her hands, but she restrained herself.

Don was also mesmerized by the beauty standing in front of him. She could be dressed in just simple wears, but it still took his breath away.

The tension in the room was becoming too tense for the two, especially for Lillian, who had to look away in the next second.

She exhaled sharply, eyeing him for the last time, then looked away as she scurried herself out of his presence with the pretence of not being affected by him.

Don made to leave the room but paused when he placed his hand on the door knob. “Get enough rest, we’re going somewhere later this evening.”

Lillian had to turn to look at him, but he was long gone already. She was shocked at his beginning phrase. Did he really mean that?

Slowly, her lips curled up in a wide smile and when she realized her cheeks were beginning to sting, she shook the thought off and continued her movement into the bedroom.

*HOURS LATER*

“You’re finally here, Don.” A man dressed in a black double-breasted suit, alerting the others in the place.

All eyes were now fixed on the couple who just walked in, especially Lillian. She could no longer manage her nervousness and luckily, Don took a few steps to shield her from the hard gazes, including the flirtatious gaze which he didn’t notice.

“Who is she, Don?” Another drug lord in the gathering asked.

None of them knew Don had another woman in his life apart from his sister.

Don didn’t say a word, Instead he signalled for Draco to come closer, “Settle her down in a safe place outside.” He whispered just to his hearing.

Draco successfully led her outside where she was able to calm down her nerves, just like what his boss wanted.

“I’ll go and get you something chill to help you relax.” Draco left before she could even protest.

She heaved a sigh and focused her gaze on the building in front of her – where she just came out from. No doubts, the Villa screamed wealth.

“Hello damsel.” She turned to her side to see a man, dressed in a double-breasted suit-a dress code she observed was similar to the men inside. But what was he doing there?

“I’m Felix Carrillo and, just like your husband, I’m a Mafia underboss.” He introduced, but Lillian didn’t see the necessity, so she didn’t bother to reply.

He raised an eyebrow after a while, “Wouldn’t you introduce yourself?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not actually conversant with strangers.” Lillian replied as politely as she could, but he only chuckled, not planning to give up.

“You know, I took an unnecessary excuse from the others. Do you know why?” He began after a while and adjusted his seat closer to her.

“It was because you caught my interest that I couldn’t take my eyes off you earlier, and I still can’t.” He placed his hands on hers gently, but she removed her hands immediately.

“I’m sorry, but I’m married already and to Don.” She stood up and uttered, hoping he would get off her neck, but he almost didn’t bulge.

“I know that already, but I still want you. People like us never get satisfied even if we have thousands of wives, and I believe your husband isn’t any different from us.”

“Besides, I’m not bad in bed. I could satisfy every of your desires, and you won’t still get enough of me.” Felix had a smug smile on his face, which only irritated Lillian.

She had never felt so disgusted with a man and right now, she wanted to do the only thing in her mind, which was to scream her lungs out until the others came running outside to her aid.

A surge of relief washed through her when she sighted Don coming their way with long strides. Though, it was later replaced with fear as his expression was filled with so much anger.

Felix didn’t observe anything until he was swept off his seat with a hard punch straight to his face.

“What do you think you’re doing with my wife?” He gritted in between his teeth.