His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“Here you go” I handed Dante a file from the library which he instructed me to get.

Dante collected it swiftly, his eyes glaring at me. “Get me a cup of coffee fast” he ordered.

“Sure” I replied as I left to attend to my work in the kitchen.

The animosity between both of us seems to grow every single day.

I still could not believe Dante actually pointed a gun at me about two days back.

My own husband literally pointed a gun to my head.

Was it this sort of maltreatment I would have to endure for the rest of my life until one day my tired soul had gotten enough and I would just have to wither away?

The scary realisation that this is what my life had become and would remain always got me cowering in fear of what was to come.

Something bad is going to happen to me as long as I am staying with Dante.

This marraige will end my life and the thought of it all shatters me whenever I realised I would die in the hands of my husband.

I felt so unloved, used, betrayed and forgotten. Father has never even set his feet in this mansion to check up on me.

I’m sure by now he must have flown back to Moscow with Leila and Vanessa. Those two never cared about my wellbeing, I dont think any of them actually did love me.

Because if I was truly loved, they defintely wouldn’t have abandoned me all by myself to face Dante all alone.

Few drops of tears slipped out of my eyelids the more I thought of how lonely I had become.

“Alina!” Dante’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn’t realised that I had spilled coffee on Dante’s file.

My mouth flew open and confusion swept me.

Dante was brooding with raw anger. He was a throbbing volcano that could literally explode on the slightest provocation.

Oh lord. How will I get myself out of this problem now?

Dante stood up in a flash with his now soaked file which had an awful shade of brown on it and advanced towards me the way a predator would do for a prey.

“Dante I’m really sorry. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts..” I attempted to apologise when dante yanked me by the arm and I gasped.

“You’ve been truly getting on my nerves these days and it’s because I haven’t punished you yet. You have no idea how brutal I can be when I am very furious” Dante maniacally uttered whilst increasing pressure on my arm.

I winced in pain, his emerald orbs boring into my mortified self.

“I—I am sorry. It was an accident” my lips quivered in speech.

“Really? An accident? Or you did it on purpose just to spite me” he whispered.

I shook my head in denial.

“I didn’t. I am not petty. I would never damage your work on purpose just to get back at you” I denied it.

Why did he always misjudge me?

“Lying bitch” he jeered at me.

“I am not lying” my voice broke as I was on the verge of crumbling into tears before him.

“Don’t worry. By the time I’m done with your sorry ass, you will think twice before pulling this type of stunt” Dante sneered before dragging me towards the doors of his mansion.

“Dante let go! Leave me!” I cried out in fear but it didn’t stop him.

I hit his hands countless times, attempting to free myself from his iron like grip but I was no match compared to him.

He dragged me like I weighed no more than a leaf.

“Dante please leave me! Stop please!” I begged in apprehension, an unknown fright seizing my entire being.

What was he going to do to me?

Tears washed upon my face and my pleas resounded through the walls of Dante’s mansion.

We got to the door and Dante pushed it open before roughly throwing me out.

I hit the floor in such a painful thud and my knees bruised the paved ground.

“Dante…” I was at loss for words watching his formidable profile standing in front of me.

The scorching sun felt like fire on my skin and it irritated my skin.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Kneel down” he commanded.

I was hesistant to do so and I stared jaws ajar at him.

“Now!” He ordered sharply.

My knees bent towards the ground and my body quaked.

“Stretch your hands” he gruffly said to me.

I did as I was told.

Dante took his file and placed it open in my hands.

What was he doing?

“You will stay under the scorching sun with this file and watch it dry. I have security camera’s outside and I will be watching you from the inside. If you should dare leave this spot or drop this file on the ground, believe me I’ll end your life today. This file is of more worth and value to me than your miserable life” he rudely instructed.

Tears clouded my vision and my head throbbed under the sun.

“I said I was sorry Dante” my voice just above a whisper.

“And this is your punishment” he abruptly replied before heading inside and banging the door on me.

My tears rushed freely as I knelt under the sun.

A splitting headache settled in my head and my skin itched in irritation for the hot sun.

What did I ever do to deserve this form of inhuman treatment from Dante?

* * * * * * *

My eyes slowly peeled open, my vision blurry at the initial moment.

It took a while for eveything to fall into place and my vision to be adjusted before I realised I was in my room.

How did I get in here?

Last thing I remembered was kneeling down for hours under the hot sun with Dante’s file in my hand.

I raised my body up and I scrutinised the area, making sure I was truly in my room.

I stared out the window and noticed the sun was setting, the thin strips of cloud across the horizontal sky turning shimmering gold.

Slowly the door of my room creaked open and Dante shambled his way in.

He had his hands tucked in his pocket as he stood by the edge of my bed.

“Glad to see that you are finally awake” he said rhetorically with his tongue in cheek.

“How did I get in my room?” I asked with some sort of apprehension ringing in my voice.

Dante sighed and smiled at me.

“I brought you in here. You passed out” he added that last part with a smug smile sitting on his lips.

“How cruel can you be Dante? You made me kneel under the sun for hours for something that was purely an accident. Why are you so wicked?” I was forced to ask.

“You need to learn how to behave and speak. Don’t make me punish you again” he savagely warned.

I hissed at him. “I will go make dinner. You didn’t have to come remind me”

“Scrap that out” he said.

My brows furrowed at his words. “Why?”

“I have a function to attend this evening and I’m taking you along with me”

“I don’t want to go. You can go alone” I declined his offer.

“You don’t have a choice. As my wife, you are expected to be there with me” he spat at me.

“Oh so now I’m your wife?” I taunted him.

“Get ready. We will leave in the next one hour and dress nice” he said, ignoring my question before walking out.

Dante was tossing me to and fro like I was some sort of toy he used only when he wanted. I felt my blood boil on the inside. He was treating me like an object.

At this point, I don’t expect less from a cruel monster like him.

* * * * * *

I walked out of the shower, my robe hugging on to my wet body. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was six-thirty sharp.

I let out a low, mournful sound on the thought that I would have to attend a function with Dante.

I truly didn’t want to go. I just wanted to be alone.

Hasn’t Dante tormented me enough?

What more does he want from me?

I quickly dried my body noticing I had less than thirty minutes to get ready.

I slipped in my panties and applied my body lotion.

I had already brought out a gown which was laid on the bed. It was a long purple low neck gown. I walked towards the horizontal mirror in my closet, staring at my reflection.

It looked so beautiful on me, literally sweeping the ground.

I took out a pair of toed pointed black heels from one of the shelves and put them on. I didn’t want to go to this function but atleast I could look my best.

My wavy auburn hair was let to fall and I slipped on diamond earrings. I didn’t want my face to appear overly glorified with makeup so I just applied some foundation to match my skin, mascara, brushed my eye brows and smeared a cherry red lipstick on my lips to top it off.

I squirted myself with a vanilla scented perfume before walking out of the room.

I approached the staircase and I could spot Dante on a call, his back turned against me.

I pondered on how he would react seeing me dressed like this. I truly hope I didn’t over dress or under dress.

I winced in annoyance as my heels made clicking sounds with each contact it made with the floors of the stair case.

Dante seemed to be on a very important call because he didn’t even turn back to face me even though I knew he must have heard the clicking of my heels.

Dante then pivoted and his eyes locked with mine.

He stared doe-eyed at me for a split second with his lips slightly parted.

“You look good Alina”

That was probably the first compliment Dante had ever given me.

I pressed my lips to a thin line and smiled faintly. “Thank you”I replied.

Together, we walked out of the mansion and into the waiting limousine.

I wonder what this function has in store for I and Dante.