Fierce Love: Arranged Bride of the Mafia DonChapter 1
“Madam you have miscarried. We are really sorry that we could not save the baby.” tears of agony trailed down my cheeks as I dialed my husband’s number with trembling fingers barely able to hold in the heart-wrenching sobs threatening to break free.
After two calls he still refused to pick up and when I dialed the third time, a strange woman received my call.
“Xander! Some ‘Elena’ is calling you!”
“What is it?” The phone was kept on speaker and Xander’s faraway cold voice made my throat choke with sadness.
“I am at the hospital, I fell down-“ Before I could complete the sentence I heard him telling the woman.
“Just hang up already, she must be throwing another fit.”
This morning, I fell down the stairs while doing the household chores and lost my consciousness, only to wake up and find blood tainting my lower half with injuries on my arm.
When I lost my baby in the unfortunate incident, Xander, my husband of five years, the mafia don of America was with another woman and did not bother to check how I came home limping with my insides feeling like they were on fire.
The same night when I vomited the food I ate, unable to consume anything at all as images of my dead child wrapped in blood continued to haunt me, I saw a pair of foreign lingerie thrown in the washing machine for me to wash.
Even if our two mafia families arranged our marriage but I had loved Xander for the past five years so much so that I was willing to work day and night, strengthening his mafia regime while also performing the duties of a housewife. Still, here he was, making me wash the clothes of a female he was having an affair with.
I splashed my face with cold water, completely wiping off the remnants of tears before looking at my reflection in the mirror.
The only daughter of Mafia Boss Valentine Durati.
Elena Valentine Durati.
I dialed an unknown number, and it was picked up on the very first ring.
“I agree to be your woman Mikhail Giovanni.” Silence followed and soon a manly laughter bloomed from the other side.
“Welcome to Italian Omerta, Elena.”
I agreed to sell my body and soul to the devil himself.
Just the moment I hung up, Xander opened the door of our bedroom and came out seemingly tired, hoping to be served dinner.
"Who was that on the phone?"
"Just someone" Sharp eyes looked at me demanding an answer.