His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

The car found a place to park, after which the occupants alighted, with Lillian being the first to jump out of the car with her purse hanging around her shoulder and the box in her hand.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She heaved a loud sigh immediately as she placed her other hand on her chest. True to her thoughts, her heart was beating more than usual.

After everything she said in the car, she had suddenly felt nervous, thinking Don might get angry with her or something. The least she wants currently was his anger.

Though, she had faced the window to stare outside after she was done, but she still couldn’t help it, especially when she felt his glances on her a few times.

She trailed after him when she saw him walking into the hospital.

“Boss.” Drake called out immediately he sighted them as he ran to meet.

He glanced at Lillian, but she was quick to break away from his gaze with a detested look which broke Drake’s heart.

“Show me to his ward.” Don glanced around, bringing Drake’s attention back to him with his words.

“Yes, boss. This way, please.” Drake took the lead and the others followed suit.

After a minute of walking and turning in the hallway, they got to Rex’s ward. Drake and Draco stayed behind while Lillian went in with Don.

Rex was lying on the bed, an IV line connected to his left hand, an oxygen mask worn on his face and a C-line connected to his chest. He seemed to be awake and turned to look at them, looking so pale.

A gasp left Lillian’s lips immediately, and she covered her mouth with her hand. The sight in front of her was something that almost brought tears to her eyes, but she blinked it back.

“Boss.” He called out weakly.

“Oh my goodness! Rex, how are you doing?” Lillian rushed over to his side, dumping her purse and the box in her hand on the nearby shelf.

She felt his face and neck with worry written over her face.

“What did the doctor say?” Don chipped in from behind as he stared at Rex.

Soon after, the door opened, and a doctor walked in alongside two nurses.

“Don, you’re here. Your sister informed me about your coming.” He stated as he walked past Don to the bed where Rex laid.

Lillian adjusted from the area, to give way for him.

Don didn’t reply to him and just glanced at him.

“How are you feeling now?” The doctor asked after checking the rhythm of his heart with a stethoscope.

“Much better than yesterday, though I still feel lots of pain.” Rex managed to say, even if it didn’t come out audible.

“Where exactly do you feel pain?”

“Around my upper body.”

One of the nurses jotted this down.

“Anywhere else?” The doctor asked to be sure, and he shook his head gently.

“Alright then.” He turned to the other nurse behind him.

“Run a CT scan and report back to me as soon as the result is out.”

“Yes doctor.” She nodded and left the ward.

“Will he get better soon?” Don voiced out from where he stood.

“We hope so. But before that, we will need to keep him under our supervision for days.” The doctor replied as he turned to face him.

Don glanced at Rex on the bed before staring back at the doctor.

“When would he be able to eat? Because I brought food.” Lillian inquired, gazing at the doctor.

“Well, he could do so any moment, but before that, we would take the scan.” The doctor replied, glancing at her, and she nodded, now staring at Rex.

“I’ll like to take my leave now.” He uttered and walked out with the nurse.

“Get better soon, Rex.” Lillian muttered immediately the doctor left.

She drifted her gaze to Don, and he was still standing the same way for the past few minutes.

“I’ll leave the both of you alone.” She announced, picked up her purse and made her way out of the room.

A deep sigh escaped her lips immediately she got outside the ward. Her eyes couldn’t believe that the same Rex who was always behind Don was the same Rex she saw on the bed.

Now, she understood why Bella was so cold in the morning when she arrived. Rex’s state probably made her that way.

Another sigh left her lips as she walked to the reception and luckily for her, she found a seat. She lifted her gaze to see Drake standing in front of her.

He had followed her when he saw her step out of the ward.

She rolled her eyes and tried to act like he was invisible, but that didn’t stop Drake.

“Lillian?” He called out quietly.

“Can I speak with you for a moment?” He asked, and confusion found its way to his face when she rose to her feet.

“Well, I don’t want to speak with you and don’t want to see your face either.” She blurted out and walked past him, leaving the reception immediately.

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A guy in a black hoodie that covered his head up to his face, black pants and a black boots marched through the bushes. His eyes were covered with a glass.

Finally, he made his way to a black classic car. He knocked on the well tinted window and, slowly, it rolled down.

“Boss.” He muffled out as he stood gallantly, staring at the front direction.

“I hope no one followed you down here.” Brandon inquired, resting back on the car seat.

“No, I made sure that I wasn’t being followed by anyone.” He nodded sharply.

“Good because this is where we part.”

“First thing tomorrow morning, you are to leave this country and go back to your country.” Brandon continued with a stern look.

“But, I haven’t finished my job here?” The guy reprimanded and it only got Brandon angry.

“The main reason you should leave. You were incapable of finishing your damn job that night.”

“You could have even been caught if my men didn’t help you escape.” Brandon went further to say in between gritted teeth.

“But that only happened because he had someone who could protect him!” The guy in a black hoodie rebuked.

“If that guy hadn’t taken the shots for him, then he would have been fighting for his life by now. And then, you wouldn’t have to…”

“Just shut it.” Brandon yapped out as his head left the seat to have a clearer view of him.

“You should just accept that you’re a failure, and I’ll tell that to your boss too. For now, you should go back to your country.”

“No, I’m not a failure. As for the job, I’ll finish it and prove that I can do any job at all.” The guy replied, and it got Brandon even more furious.

“How dare you reprimand me? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Of course, I’m much aware of my client. I’m just not a puppet you can toss off when you like.”

“I will finish the job and leave for my country as soon as I am done.” The guy continued to say.

“Do you have a death wish?” Brandon growled out all of a sudden as he brought out a gun and cocked it, pointing it towards him.

Clarissa, who was in the same car with him, held his hand before he could pull the trigger.

“What the hell, Risa? Let me blow his skull off, then he would know who is boss here.”

“No, you can’t.” She disagreed fearfully with a nod.

“Remember what his boss told you, he must come back in one piece. If you kill him now, you might become enemies with his boss and remember, there is still Don we have to deal with.” She whispered close to his ears.

“Think about this, please.” She added, and this time, she was able to bring down his hand.

The guy let out a chuckle, but didn’t say a word to him.

“Go to hell, bastard.” Brandon growled, glaring at him with so much vexation.

“I will give you updates on how it goes later on.” He smirked and jogged back into the bushes.

Brandon watched his retreating figure until he was no longer in sight. He rolled up the window and rested back on the seat.

“Drive.”