Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Sergio turned around to face her. His right hand held a glass of gin, while his left was behind his back. He took a sip from the glass, his metallic eyes pinned on her. He didn’t utter a word but she already felt goosebumps across her skin.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself, wondering why he was staring at her that way. Did Rosana tell him the truth? She wondered. Or did he find out that she was the one behind everything?

The thought of that made her tremble but she managed to keep a calm facade. She had to act strong and be ready to deny whatever he was going to throw her way. Besides, she wasn’t the one that added sedatives to his coffee and tried to escape.

Sergio stared intently at her, his gaze sharpening. It was the same way he looked at powerful men and caused them to tremble at his feet without words. He didn’t have to ask a question or say a word. All he had to do was stare at them with his dark metallic eyes and they’ll spill their darkest secrets. Munika stared back at him. The tremors vanished from her limbs. If she wasn’t trying so hard to hold herself together, she would’ve jumped in the air and hugged him. But wait. What does he mean by taking care of everything? She wondered.

She wanted to ask plenty of questions, just to be sure but she took a deep breath and kept calm. That would only raise suspensions and that was the last thing she needed.

“You should never have married her in the first place. Maybe then, this would not have happened”

“May her soul rest in peace” Munika added in her mind. If Sergio said he had taken care of everything, it only meant he killed her. Poor girl. She only lasted a month and some weeks after her wedding.

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Outside the Study, Munika inhaled deeply and smiled. A moment in there, she had thought Sergio had found out about everything. About the drugs and how she tried to help his wife escape.

She had even started trembling.

She chuckled lightly and wiped imaginary tears from the corner of her eyes. That was so close. She thought. She couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened if Sergio found out the truth. No, she didn’t even want to think about it.

“Call the Mistress immediately. I need to have a word with her”

The maid bowed and walked off while she proceeded to her room. Once she was in, she laughed loudly and danced around. Finally, she was gone. The threat had been eliminated and her son was free.

She didn’t have to worry about some girl destroying him and everything he had built in the future. Now, she could peacefully return to the States with a clear mind. “Oh, yes, yes,” Munika responded, beaming with smiles. She poured her a glass of wine. “There, drink my child. Let us make merriments”

Vicenta got the glass and looked at her in surprise. Something was off about Munika and she could tell with a glance. First of all, she never referred to her as her child. Secondly, she never smiled so much at her. “Now, you do not have to fail me this time. You need to get it done as soon as possible before he even thinks of marrying another blonde-haired girl”

Marry another blonde-haired girl? What was she even talking about? Vicenta wondered. Was Sergio planning to marry again? But why? What happened to his wife, Rosana? Munika turned immediately and sprawled her arms apart. “What is there not to understand??? Rimanere incinta per lui. Make it happen!” [Get Pregnant for him.] “If you love your position as his Mistress, you will try harder. Unless you want to remain his s*x toy forever, hmm?”

Vicenta felt a sharp pain in her chest as she heard that name. A s*x toy? She always hated being called that by Munika. Angrily, she curled her left hand into a fist, hoping she could get a hold of her neck. She’d be so dead.

“Do you want to remain his wh0re and s*x toy forever?” “Good.” Munika smiled and took a sip from her glass of wine. “The girl is dead. Sergio killed her”

“What?!?” Vicenta furrowed her brows.

“He said it himself, she is no more. Now, you have to give him a child, a son. I do not care if he wants it or not. All I need is for you to give him one.” She turned back to face the window. “Besides, I was once like you, a f*cking Mistress”

Vicenta moved closer. She couldn’t believe her ears. Did Munika just mention she was once a Mistress? How? That was so hard to believe.

“I always hated his wife because she came in and stole everything from me. And I hated that she had so much power over me. He loved her so much but she could not give him what he badly needed. An heir” She paused and took a sip from her glass. “I was just his Mistress, his s*x toy. One he derived pleasure from and used however he wanted. I was considered as nothing, a filthy rag but I managed to give him something important, an heir, Sergio De Niro”

“He took me as someone important after that until his wife tried to kill Sergio.” Munika paused again and stared into space, thinking deeply. “I was only trying to protect my son. But in the middle of the struggle, she stabbed herself with the knife, thinking she had stabbed me.”

“From that night, he hated me and my son, thinking we killed his wife. And from that night, I vowed to always protect him, even if it meant losing my life in the process.”

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After taking care of her hair and her body, the maids dressed Rosana up and helped her to lie on the bed. Even after eating so much and resting, she still felt weak.

She had been released the previous day and was well taken care of by the maids. Carmencita had also prepared numerous delicious dishes, just for her. After starving for four days, she deserved all the food in the world.

After the maids prepared her for bed, she couldn’t sleep that night. She kept hallucinating and having nightmares about the white cell and Sergio threatening to kill her.

She had screamed and woken up from sleep only to find herself in the room all alone. Sergio was not there to comfort her and Viola had returned to her quarters after she fell asleep. Rosana felt scared and cried the whole night.

“No… No… I do not want to go there!” Rosana yelled, looking around. “No… Do not take me there… I hate it there…”

She cried and placed her head on her huddled legs. Since she was released from the cell, she had been having psychotic breaks and hallucinating. She always saw herself being dragged into the white cell.

“It is okay… It is okay.”

“No, leave me alone!” She yelled and fought the arms that were wrapped around her. “You are going to take me back there!”

“No, I will not. I will not. It is me… Carmencita!”

“Carmencita? Carmen?!?” She repeated and lifted her head slowly.

“Yes, it is me. You are okay, you are safe!”

Rosana looked around and sniffled. She wasn’t in that room covered in white. She wasn’t in the white cell. She was in her room, on the bed, and Carmencita was there with her. She was holding her.

Rosana sighed and dropped her head on Carmencita’s shoulder. They remained in that position for some time before she finally pulled away.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, dear, do not mention”

She fell quiet and Carmencita didn’t bother to ask questions about what happened or how she tried to escape. She only pitied the young lady.

“I guess this is my life now. Just staying in here and doing nothing”

“We have a library. I used to go there and try to read the books. But do not worry dear, once the introduction is over, I think you will be free to do certain things like hanging out”

Rosana arched her brows. “What introduction?”

“Oh, you do not know. Well, it is the time when everyone will get to know you as the Don’s wife. All of them heard he got married but they do not know what you look like”

“And why did it have to be that way?”

“Because of so many reasons, my dear.” She paused and smiled. “Sergio has a lot of enemies, people who are constantly planning his downfall. You also became their enemy the moment you became his wife. And he must protect and keep you safe”

“But that can only work if you obey him, instead of going against him.”