Married to the mafia (season 1+ 2)

Chapter 2

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’ll 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 Russian gangster,” I spat with

resentment.

My mother rolls her eyes. “Victoria, I get that this is not what neither of us expected. But I am trying to

make this a happy day, Victoria, you don’t have to be so difficult. You haven’t even met the guy, I heard

he is hot, you might even fall for him.”

I snort. “You seriously need professional help if you really think I am going to fall in love with the son of

a monster that is forcing me to marry him. No, I will never develop feelings for my husband.”

“Oh, Victoria, I know this is a terrible imposition for you. I wish I could help you, but you should at least

try to find some happiness in your new life. Are you still thinking about that stupid boy?”

She means Lucas. He is not the reason I don’t want to be part of this arranged nightmarish marriage, Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

but yes, of course, I am also thinking about Lucas. I have tried to call him many times but since we are

on one of our many breakups, he hasn’t answered his phone or replied to my messages, I am pretty

certain he blocked my number so he has no idea I’m getting married today to another man. I was

planning on going to his house to let him know what was going on, but then I heard through a mutual

friend of ours that his father past away recently. After I found that out I decided to leave Lucas alone.

He needs to focus on his family right now.

My sister Jenny comes into the room, she looks dejected, just like me, she is the only person in this

house that understands the severity of what is happening. When she sees me in my white dress, she

says nothing, she just hugs me as hard as she can.

“I am so sorry for all of this, big sis...” she says after a while with a trembling voice.

“It’s not your fault, little sis,” I say moved by her sadness.

“Stop with that, Jenny, if you make your sister cry her make-up is going to get ruined,” my mom warns

her. “Girls, stop acting like this is the end of the world! Jenny, your sister is getting married, that doesn’t

mean she won’t be around. We are going to see Victoria all the time!”

My mom tries to sound cheerful but deep inside I know she is not convinced of what she is saying.

“We don’t even know where she is going to live,” Jenny complains.

“Not yet, but we’ll find out later today and Victoria has her cellphone, so she can let us know as soon as

she gets in her new home,” my mother replies.

I sigh. I guess she is right. I’ll come over as often as I can, probably every day just to get away from my

new husband. I won’t let that Russian mobster prevent me from seeing my little sister. I’ll always keep

my family around no matter what.

We go downstairs, the wedding ceremony is about to start. My garden is brimming with people. I can

see them through the window from our library where we are waiting for the wedding planner to tell me

when is time to go in. My sister, as my maid of honor, is waiting beside me. The see of people coming

and going as they take their seats doesn’t let me have a look at my future husband.

I have to admit the wedding planner did a superb job: our garden looks like a magical fairy tale with

fairy lights all over the tent and a beautiful arch made of flowers on the far end of the garden, where I

am going to join my life with a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, we just call him Nikolay's

son, no one bother to ask what his name was because it wasn’t important. We are getting married no

matter what, his name, physical appearance, and every other detail about him is irrelevant; it won’t

change anything. I am doomed to enter this marriage.

My sister and I hide behind the library curtains as we observe the guests outside. I know some of them,

my father’s men, my relatives, and other people close to us, my parents were picky with the guests list

so they only invited people they truly appreciate. On the other side, I know no one, I assume they are

guests of Nikolay because they look Russian: tall and fair skin; quite a contrast from us Latinos. Even

though most of them belonged to enemy gangs until recently, everyone is keeping a civilized attitude.

Finally, everyone takes their seats and I have a first glimpse of my husband. He is standing under the

flower arch, unfortunately, I can only see his back since he is talking to the marriage officiant. From this

angle I can see that he is tall and blond; which I already assumed from seeing his father that one time.

The wedding planner comes in. “It’s time,” she says with a friendly grin.

My sister and I take our places. My heart sinks to my stomach. I can’t believe this is happening. My

sister goes first, she steps out into the garden the moment the harp music starts to play. My legs are

trembling. My father comes in and takes my arm. I look away, I haven’t spoken to him since the day he

told me I was to marry Nikolay's son. I’m still not ready to forgive him for doing this to me.

“Are you ready, Victoria?” He asks me nervously.

I nod without saying a word and we go out. All the guest’s eyes turn to me as I walk down the aisle.

Nervousness overcomes me. My heart is pounding in my chest, I can feel my pulse on my feet and

toes. Sweat running down my back as I avoid looking at my future husband, I fix my eyes on the

marriage officiant instead. I’m too nervous to look at the man I’m about to marry.

Finally, we reach the flower arch and my father hands me to the tall man in front of us, I summon the

courage to take a look at my future husband. I draw my breath in.

He is even taller up close, his sharp strong features are intimidating at this distance. His oblong face is

attractive, he has thin lips, a straight nose and almond eyes. I can notice his muscles through his suit,

he’s really ripped. He is focusing his attention on me; I look down, intimidated by his piercing blue eyes,

his stare burns like fire. My fingers grasp my bouquet tight. He is undeniably handsome. There is a

certain air to him, he seems ruthless, cold… and as miserable as I am to be here.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of Dimitri Nikolayevich Ivanov

and Victoria Solis…”

Dimitri, that is his name. I sigh. Am I really marrying this man I know nothing about? Isn’t it ridiculous

that I am finding what his name is at the altar? Well… not exactly the altar, since we don’t share the

same religion this wedding is non-denominational, but I mean… the whole ordeal is just ridiculous!

“Do you, Victoria Solis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The officiant asks after a

short speech I don’t pay attention to.

I don’t reply. My heart starts pounding in my chest, my mouth feels dry. My silence is so awkward it is

painful. Some of the guests clear their throats uncomfortable. My eyes look for my sister, and I sigh, I

have to go on with this. Just to keep the people I love safe.

“I do,” I mutter, the words taste bitter as they come out of my mouth.

“Now repeat after me,” the officiant says as my sister Jenny hands me the ring to put on Dimitri’s finger.

"I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you as long as I live.”

I gulp. Words feel like rocks in my mouth. “I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my

promise to be with you as long as I live.”

Dimitri reaches out his hand, I take it to place the ring on his finger, the moment I feel his skin I feel

electric waves through my body. I let the air slowly from my lungs to try to compose myself.

“Do you, Dimitri Nikolayevich Ivanov, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”He asks

Dimitri.

“I do,” Dimitri replies with a deep voice and an emotionless expression, it’s like in his mind, he is

somewhere else.

“Now, Dimitri, repeat after me: I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be

with you as long as I live.”

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you as long as I live,”

Dimitri takes my hand and places an enormous golden ring with small diamonds around it. I shiver at

his touch once more.

“Congratulations. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the officiant says

with a deep voice.

My jaw tightens. Dimitri presses his lips together tightly for a second and then leans towards me. My

heart skips a beat. Our lips touch slowly. I close my eyes and I tilt my head to one side. I feel a tingly

sensation in my stomach. His kiss is soft and kind, nothing like I expected. After a brief moment, he

pulls away. The guests start to clap. It’s done, we are married.