His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Lillian walked as though counting her footsteps with her head lowered to the ground. She felt uneasy about her movement right now, but couldn’t help it.

It was as if her dress offended her with the way she fought with it, squeezing the sides tight.

Don had sent a guard to call her into his room and somehow, she felt it was about what he saw earlier. What if it was truly about Drake, what would she say then?

All what she had been trying to avoid in the beginning was coming back to hunt her with so much force.

Since her blissful night with Don in his other house, she never imagined visiting him in this manner, looking so restless and filled with thoughts that made her heart skip.

Glancing up at the two men who stood gallantly at the door in front of her, she gulped down nothing and exhaled sharply but softly.

They didn’t hesitate to pave the way by opening the door for her. She let out a slow sigh before walking fully into the room.

The door locked behind her, and immediately a pair of dark and cold-looking eyes fell on her. She swallowed hard and lowered her head instantly, ready for whatever scolding he had in stall for her.

An awkward silence washed throughout the room, and it gave her chills. What was going on in his head right now? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

She shot him a glance to see his gaze still on her, increasing the questioning look on her face.

“You called for me.” She gathered enough courage, but her voice still failed her with its low pitch.

His silence was making the situation worst for her, that she couldn’t help to be more anxious.

“What were you doing with Drake?” He stood up from the couch, finally speaking out as he dumped the burning cigarette stick in his hand into the ashtray.

“It was a coincidence that we ran into each other.” Lillian didn’t waver in answering.

“And that made you cuddle in each other’s arms?”

She was forced to look up at him and, as expected, his gaze was still fixed on her, but this time, she was ready to clear herself of the misunderstanding.

“You’ve misunderstood everything. What you saw back then isn’t what you think, you just have to believe me.”

“And what exactly do I think?” He scoffed out, turning completely to face her with a rage filled eyes.

Hold on! Why was he looking at her that way? And was that jealousy laced behind his tone?

She paused to study his facial expression for a while before a smile suddenly plastered on her lips.

“Do I sense jealousy right now?” Her smile grew wider and his brows creased in a frown.

What was she talking about?

“Were you jealous when you saw Drake and me together?” Realization just began to hit her that he didn’t have to react like all of this was so much of a big deal, except if he had other reasons.

“That was probably not the first time. You both had also been like this at the hospital.” He blurted out with so much vexation, but none of it seemed to move Lillian right now.

She was still so interested in her new finding, that she wouldn’t let it go that easily.

“Why does it seem like you care, though? We’ve been married for months, but it’s just by words, you don’t even treat me like your wife or anything special.”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to cheat on me.”

“Cheat? I didn’t consider it as cheating when you still kept your girlfriend, Eva, by your side.”

“At least, I was able to endure that all this while, and will still continue to.” This came out almost inaudibly, but he still heard her.

Don was rendered rather speechless, he had almost forgotten he committed a greater sin. If this was a battle or a case in court, Lillian was obviously the winner.

“You know what? Just go back to your room.” He strolled towards the bedside cabinet to pick up his phone.

He sounded less concerned, and it brought a look of concern unto Lillian’s face. Did she say anything to anger him?

“Are we done with this conversation?” She felt hesitant asking him.

“Go back to your room.” He glanced at her sideways before gazing back at his phone.

He wasn’t really doing anything on it, just staring at the blank screen to get himself distracted.

The silly thoughts he was beginning to have in his head were enough to give him a headache.

Lillian wasn’t satisfied, and her looks said it all, so she moved closer to him.

“Do you still have it in mind?” She insisted further with a cute pout.

He exhaled sharply and glanced at her, ready to lash out at her, but the sight in front of him made him pause.

His eyes ran from her pouted lips up to her pointed nose and her silver colored eyes. Until this day, he had never seen her from this close or has he? But just didn’t regard it? He couldn’t deny that she was exceptionally beautiful. Or were his eyes deceiving him?

Why was he just noticing it now?

The pout on her face drew him closer like a magnet, and it really disrupted his thoughts. Why was this little thing having an effect on him?

Boom!….. A kiss on the lips was all it took to bring him back to his senses. His once thoughtful look turned into that of rage immediately.

“Why did you do that?” He asked with so much venom.

“Huh?” Lillian looked confused.

She had just mustered a lot of courage to do that, but instead she was getting the part of him she detested the most.

“How dare you do that?” His voice became louder as his eyes shot out in anger, making Lillian tremble on her stand.

She gulped down nothing immediately, her throat had suddenly gone dry.

“Get out of my sight this instant.” He gritted out like she suddenly irritated him.

That outrageous voice shook Lillian to the bone marrow, and she didn’t hesitate to rush out of the room as ordered.

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“I will inform the boss right away.” The guard placed his phone down and with his facial expression looking so disturbed, he rushed to his boss inside.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Brandon was sitting with two girls flocking around him, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

He took a sip from his glass and beat the ass of one of the girls, she chuckled and winked at him. He scoffed before taking another sip from the glass.

“Boss, something terrible just happened.” The guard yelled his voice through the loud music that played in the background.

“What is that?” Brandon asked nonchalantly as he took another sip from his glass whilst those girls did justice to rubbing his chest seductively.

“The house just got burnt…” The guard moved back a little as to avoid the transferring of aggression to him.

True to his thoughts, Brandon flung those ladies aside and sprung up with a shocked expression.

“What did you say?” His voice wasn’t that loud, but the guard still managed to hear him.

“A report just got to me that the house has been burnt down to ashes, including all of our boys and goods inside.”

The news weakened Brandon’s knees that he slumped to the ground, looking hopeless.