Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Rosana could only stare at the tiny bump on her stomach as prolonged and general silence followed. Then the shock snatched the air from her lungs, as she stood unblinking, trying to process what she had just been told. Vicenta, the Mistress was pregnant with Sergio’s child? Her head swam with disbelief and heat scorched her cheeks.

No, she was never going to believe that.

Vicenta was probably making that up to spite her, Rosana concluded as her lips pinched to form a hard line. She was not going to entertain any form of lies from her and that was it!

“Oh, you know that looks pretty” Rosana chuckled lightly and dragged her eyes from her stomach to her face. “Did you by any chance swallow a chinchilla rabbit? And how big was it?”

Vicenta glared at her and balled her fists. What was with this woman? She wondered and gritted her teeth. Even after revealing her baby bump that had started shooting out, she didn’t still believe her. Had she gone blind and crazy all of a sudden?

“I would suggest you cover those up cause ewww, who wants to see that?” Rosana asked and started walking away. “Not me”

What Vicenta said next made her freeze.

“Believe it or not, I am pregnant with Sergio’s child. I do not know why you are so dumb about that fact. Remember when he was coming after me and f*cking me instead of you? B*tch, any lady in that position would have carried a f*cking baby or two” She paused and chuckled dryly. “I wonder why I am explaining all of these to you. I thought you were a smart a*s”

“I have the test results with me, in case you need further evidence.” She continued with a smirk. “The show is up, you can stop acting like the f*cking queen when I am the one carrying his child, his heir”

Rosana stumbled back, losing her footing for a brief moment, at the blatant revelation. Vicenta’s last words were bids to mock her even more. But that was not all, she knew there was more. She couldn’t be a complete Queen if she could not provide him with his first child… an heir!

Without words, she turned around and looked Vicenta over again. From the dead serious expression on her face to the tiny bump on her stomach. There was no way she would make that up, most importantly, the pregnancy.

Rosana stood with terror, too overwhelmed to move. Did Sergio know about it? She was his Mistress and no doubt, he was going to find out if he hadn’t. Her face turned pale and her chest grew so tight that it became almost impossible for her to breathe.

“See?” Vicenta smiled and rubbed her tummy. “Isn’t he such a blessing? He is going to be a beauty. He will be powerful just like his father and will rule just like him”

Though a sickening wave of terror already welled up in her belly, Rosana maintained an expressionless face. She stared at Vicenta who was admiring her baby bump and gave a tight smile.

“Of course, it is a blessing, Mistress.” She paused and gave her a sorrowful look. “But I still think you should go to the Doctor and get the chinchilla rabbit out before it turns into a curse”

With that, she turned around and walked off with her shoulders high. Though she was crumbling inside, she was not going to give Vicenta the privilege of seeing her at her lowest.

“You stupid b*tch!” Vicenta fisted her hands, wishing it was Rosana’s neck instead.

She should be happy that she finally revealed the secret, if not to anyone else, but to Rosana. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was filled with rage and bitterness. How dare she? What kind of a woman was she? She wondered and started pacing angrily.

The plan had been simple. She’d go to Rosana, tell her everything, and watch her break into a thousand pieces. But hell, she didn’t get any reaction from her. If she was hurt or broken, no one knew because she hid it perfectly inside. And what did she keep saying about her swallowing a f*cking chinchilla rabbit?

“Ahhh!” She yelled out and pushed the fruit bowl off the table, causing it to fall and shatter on the ground.

The maids who stood around were shocked at her outburst. They stopped what they were doing and stared at her, each wondering why her robe was undone, exposing her body. What was going on with her?

“What the f*ck are you staring at huh?” She asked and charged towards them but they ran away. “You lazy c? nts, get back here this instant or I will chop your heads off”

Carmencita, who had heard of the sudden outburst, rushed out of the kitchen. She had not even dried her wet hands. Once she heard about what was happening from one of the maids, she abandoned everything she was doing and scurried out.

“Vicenta, what is going on?” She asked once she got closer to her. “Why are you yelling? Are you hurt?”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

As Carmencita moved closer and started checking her body for any injury, Vicenta spun around and pushed her to the ground. The older woman groaned as she fell hard on the cold floor, hurting her back and waist.

“Yes, I am hurt. I am f*cking yelling because I am hurt” Vicenta stepped closer to her and cowered in fear. “And you… You do not have any f*cking right to ask me what is going on”

“Vicenta…” Carmencita called out as tears ran down her cheeks. “Please, I am begging you. Do not do this”

“Oh, I have. Very soon, the Don will know I am carrying his child because that b*tch will tell him. And guess what? He will call me to his side and accept us. He will love me and make me his Queen. Once that happens, be ready to burn in hell” She yelled and turned to walk away.

“Vicenta… Please… I am your…”

She halted and turned abruptly. “Never. But yes, you owe me. I know you have been talking to that b*tch and I know she respects you. Now, get up and spill every f*cking thing you know about her” “Deep breaths, Rosana, deep breath” She said to herself as she tried to carry out the relaxation techniques. “One… Two… Thr…”

Before she could complete it, a taste of nausea hit the back of her throat forcing her to run back into the bathroom again. Just like the first time, she fell to her knees against the hard tiles and emptied her stomach in the toilet.

One minute, two minutes, she remained there even after she was finished, catching her breath. What was going on with her? Why was she throwing up every five minutes? And to say that wasn’t the second time or third time she had rushed into the bathroom to empty her bowels made her worried.

It happened every other time of the week and she ignored it, blaming it on her new eating habits. She was always hungry and ended up eating far too much. But this time, she pinned it on Vicenta’s revelation. Anytime she remembered her words, it made her sick to the stomach.

“You are in my f*cking space…”

“He should be with him because I am carrying his child…”

“Remember when he was coming after me and f*cking me instead of you? B*tch, any lady in that position would have carried a f*cking baby or two…”

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to drown out her voice but it wouldn’t go away. Her words were now glued to her head and nothing was ever going to push them away. Quietly, she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling with bleary eyes, a worse realization suddenly suffocating her. Vicenta, the Mistress was pregnant for the Don!

Rosana fought everything.

The tears. The overwhelming sensations. The ache in her chest. The tightening at the bottom of her stomach. The hurt. Everything!

After they got married, she was never concerned with whatever Sergio did. Hell, she was even happy he went to his Mistress most of the time, Instead of coming to her. Instead of looking deeper into Carmencita and Munika’s words and putting an end to it, she didn’t. And now…

“Ugh!” Groaning, she slowly rose to her feet and walked over to the sink. She turned on the faucet and washed her mouth and face under the running water. When she was done, she leaned her weight against the sink and gazed up at her reflection, panting.

A disorganized figure stared back at her with disheveled blonde hair and bloodshot eyes threatening to spill tears. She was trying to keep it all in but it wouldn’t be for long. In one way or the other, they were going to flow out and she wouldn’t be able to control it. Silently, she prayed it didn’t happen in front of anyone, especially Sergio.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she grabbed a towel and wiped her face. When she was done, she looked back at her reflection and forced a smile. Everything was going to be alright, she assured herself. But she knew it wouldn’t.