His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Her eyes fluttered open, but it went shut almost immediately when the rays of the sun were too bright, and she covered the two eyes with her hand.

She managed to turn to the other side of the bed as a yawn left her lips and she stretched out on the bed. The bed was empty beside her.

She sluggishly sat up as she stared around the room, placing a listening ear to hear if the shower was running, but it wasn’t. She rested back on the headboard, her whole muscles were aching, especially her waist level down to in-between her legs.

Last night came rushing into her memories and she bit her lower lip in a chuckle, especially the look she got from Don when she told him she was still a virgin.

Where her husband went to didn’t hesitate in taking control of her thoughts. Or did he hit-and-run?

Her eyes grew wider immediately when the thought crossed her mind. She hastily retrieved her phone from her purse and a gasp left her lips with a look of terror instead.

The time was 2 pm. Had she been sleeping for so long? Why didn’t anyone wake her?

Hurriedly, she wrapped the duvet round her body, neglecting the pains she was feeling down her legs, and began to pack up the pieces of her clothing on the floor.

Just then, the door beeped, and a maid peeked in before she came in with two other maids. Lillian glanced at them as they approached her with a bright smile on their faces.

“Finally, ma’am, you’re awake.” The one that had earlier peeked in, uttered.

“We’ve come in here a few times, but you were still sleeping.” She added, still with a smile, as she stopped a few meters away with her colleagues.

Lillian just nodded, not having anything to say. She was staring closely at them, their faces were looking familiar to her.

“Have we met before? Your faces looks familiar.” She stated a fact.

“Yes, ma’am, we work at the other mansion.” The same maid replied.

She seemed to be the one in charge.

“Oh, I see.”

She now remembered where she’s seen their faces. But, what were they doing there? Or do they work there also?

“We came here as per our boss’s orders. He asked us to be at your service.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“By your boss, you mean my husband?” Lillian raised a brow at her.

“Yes ma’am.”

He didn’t hit-and-run after all. She wondered in her head with a small smile.

“So, ma’am, can we start by taking that?” The maid glanced at the torn pieces she had in her hands.

“No. You can handle the bedsheet while I go and take my bath.” Lillian disagreed with her immediately.

She couldn’t let anyone handle this but herself.

“Alright, we’ll make you a hot bath now.” The other maids left to the bathroom, leaving the one in charge behind.

Lillian managed to get herself out of the bed, but she halted immediately when her eyes met with the bloody sheet. To make matters worst, the sheet was white, revealing the level of the blood.

The blood was hers. She retreated and didn’t move, covering the bloody sheet.

“I will handle the bedsheet myself.”

“But ma’am, that’s why we’re…” The maid tried to persuade, but she remained adamant.

“Find something else to help with, probably sweep the room but for the bedsheet, I’ll do the washing myself.”

Shortly, the other maids came out of the bathroom.

“Your bath is ready, ma’am.” One of them said.

“You all can leave now, I’ll call you when I need you.”

The maids all bowed and left the room.

“Now, it’s time to work things out alone.” She heaved out as she took out the sheet successfully and walked with it into the bathroom.

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Brandon drove in with great speed, that it almost bashed with the security guard, if not that he was quick to dive to the back of the huge black gate.

He stepped down from the car, immediately stomping into the house, all the boys standing outside knew better than to stand in his way because at the moment, he looked dangerously angry and could kill if the need arose.

The guard to open the door did that before he got to him, so there was no problem until he got inside the house.

Clarissa was drinking from a glass of wine when he entered. He stomped to where she was, grabbing her glass of wine and pouring the whole content into his mouth.

She glanced up at him sideways, but didn’t stand up.

“What happened now?” She asked nonchalantly, tossing her phone beside her on the couch.

“Someone get me a liquor right now.” He growled instead, looking around with red furious eyes, and it sent everyone in the house trembling, including Clarissa on the couch.

Some maids came running to him with what he requested as one of them tried to pour it into a glass cup, but he was quick to grab it from her, gulping it directly from the bottle, until Clarissa stood up to drag the bottle from him.

“Give me that.” He glared at her dangerously. Even if Clarissa was terrified of his look, she didn’t budge.

“I won’t, until you tell me everything that happened.”

“Fine. Do you want to know? I was humiliated.” He growled at her face.

“With everything I tried, none of it worked, but instead Don was praised effortlessly in my presence. I tried to know of his next plans, but he wouldn’t even tell me.” Brandon ran his hand through his hair immediately.

It was so obvious that he was frustrated.

“Haven’t we talked about this before? You don’t expect him to just start spilling. That old man is more secretive than you can ever imagine.” Clarissa said calmly and dropped the bottle on the table.

“Or have you forgotten so soon? The fact that the old man is trying to make Don his successor was gotten from his daughter.” She reminded, this time with her hands crossed against her chest.

Brandon ruffled his hair the more and sat down on the couch, his heavy breaths resounding in the room.

“All we just have to do is to calm down and think of a strategy that would put you in his good books. And, it would be quick too because he would die soon anyway.” Clarissa shrugged out and sat next to him.

“What do you have in mind?” Brandon’s voice came out calm this time.

“Well, there’s nothing to plan yet until we have a hint. But, you don’t have to worry because I know what to do.”

“Just spill your f*cking plan, Risa.” Brandon flashed her a glare and she rolled her eyes.

“Umm, let’s say I will go to Diana and act as a perfect friend who is after the best interest of her father, from this, I’ll definitely get hints.”