His Mafia Bride

Her knees became jelly like and almost gave way to the ground the moment her eyes veered to meet the exasperated orbs of her husband, Dante.

Alina drafted her eyes away from Dante’s overheated gaze to the broken pieces of Dante’s parents frame which was smeared all over the tiled cold floors.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The frame had been broken into smithereens, shattered and distributed all around the floor.

Alina slowly raised her eyes once more to meet the scorching and heated orbs of Dante who was breathing fire and brimstones in that moment as his orbs locked with hers.

“Dante I’m-I am so-so” Alina stuttered trying to push the words out of her lips.

“You are what!?” Dante barked at once which got Alina flinching.

She knew how important this frame was to him and she could understand he had the right to be furious with her.

“Alina why are you so fucking stupid!? What were you even doing here in the first place! I sent Naomi not you! Is your brain that empty that it can’t comprehend simple instructions!?” Dante raged on, the veins in his neck becoming very ostentatious.

His anger was so terrible. The last time she witnessed this sort of fury dancing in his eyes was when he saw her with  Theodore and she hoped never to see it again but now she had practically dragged it out.

“Dante you don’t have to be so mean in your words towards me. It was a mistake” Alina calmly said in a soft whisper in a bid to defend herself as she noticed Dante taking gladatorial steps towards her.

“When you called me out of the blue, I got frightened and it slipped out of my hand by mistake. I am so sorry Dante. Believe me please” Alina pleaded frantically.

Dante at once yanked Alina by the arm in such a strong, iron grip, “Why should I!? When you come from a family of liars and backstabbers” Dante scoffed back.

Alina winced in pain at the strength of his arm gripping on to her, his hands searing hot on her skin and her bones  feeling like it could  crush any minute.

“I am not a liar” Alina could feel her eyes getting choked up with tears as gazed into Dante’s emerald orbs.

Irritated at her, Dante pushed Alina on to the ground, her body bruising with both the floor and the broken frame which littered all around her.

“Ouch” Alina whimpered, her lips  sealed tightly together.

“I was so wrong to think you were probably different from the rest. Even in death, you Federovs won’t let my parents rest in peace. You purposely walked into the same room you forbade yourself from entering on the night of our wedding and smashed my parents frame just because of  the hatred you have for my family. You disgust me Alina. You disgust me right to the bone!” Dante jeered, his voice so acrimonious and carrying a lot of resentment.

Alina shook her head, her body giving way to tears as she listened to Dante’s misinterpretation of her and her actions.

“Dante that’s not the truth. I didn’t purposely do it. Why won’t you believe me? I am not a liar please. It was just a simple mistake”

“Alina!” Dante at once yelled bringing a halt to Alina’s pleas.

“You know what?” Dante began in a gravel tone, crouching down and griping hold of Alina’s chin painfully.

“Looking at you disgust me Alina. Now I find myself so repulsed by just your mere face. I hate you so much now that even if you died, I probably would be the happiest person to watch your lifeless soul get buried six feets deep in the ground. I will be so ecstatic to watch your father shed tears on the tombstone of  his precious last daughter. I hate you so fucking much for what you just did today and I don’t want to see you anywhere close to me. Bitch”

Dante at once let go of her chin and stood in a flash, walking out of the room and leaving a helpless Alina to herself.

Once alone, Alina pulled her legs together and buried her head downwards, crying bitterly at how insensitive Dante’s words were.

So he was actually coming to enjoy her presence around him but now it seemed that it would never happened.

Dante now practically loathes her existence even worse than before because of her silly mistake.

“Dante it was a mistake. You didn’t have to be so mean towards me” Alina said to no one in particular as she kept on sobbing.

Now their relationship was back to how it was before–cold and empty.

* * * * * * *

ALINA

Dante’s hatred for me had soared to immeasurable heights during such a short span of time.

Dante had never acted so cold and evasive towards me like how he was behaving now.

He insisted on eating upstairs in his room that night and I am so sure it was to avoid seeing my face or anything that would remind him of me.

He avoided me like a plague or as if I was infected with leprosy or something so infectious.

The only thing he passed to me once in a while were his terrible glares which always scared the wits out of me.

This morning, I rose to an empty mansion apart from the human presence of Mariposa and Naomi who engaged themselves in their work duties.

They informed me that Dante had left very early in the morning.

My heart felt stabbed the moment I heard that and I didn’t know why?

Was it because I felt guilty about being the cause of his now terrible mood?

Probably. I wanted to atleast just see his face and try to talk to him but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Dante was avoiding and ignoring my presence which hurt me deeply even though I didn’t want to admit it.

He was having bad views about my character and I needed to clear my name. I just couldn’t leave Dante having such thoughts about me.

The day rolled by so slowly and once again, the mansion had been sunken into darkness, overcast by starry night clouds.

Dante wasn’t back yet as I trudged back downstairs but I was surprised to meet with a banquet of food on the dining.

“Who are these for?” I asked Mariposa on sighting her walk out from the kitchen.

She gave me a graceful nod and smiled, “Your husband is coming back home with a visitor. He informed us before he left early this morning” she explained.

I nodded at her to go and fixed my gaze back on the foods arrayed before me. Dante sure knew how to welcome his guests well and treat them in such a hospitable manner.

I wasn’t even feeling hungry. The urge to talk to Dante and clear my name had overtaken my appetite to eat.

As if on cue, the doors of the mansion pushed open.

Stepping inside was Dante followed by an older man.

His coffee brown hair was slick and made to let fall, not a single hair was out of place.

Tiny specks of grey hairs were littered all around his face which showed how old he was from Dante

A scar sat close to his left eye and he had a stubble to match his profile.

His black tuxedo suited him perfectly, showcasing his muscles as he ambled in with Dante.

My gaze at once locked with Dante’s who first shot me a menacing stare before adverting his eyes from me.

“This must be Alina Fedorov. Nikolia has beautiful girls I must say” the man came forward and took my hand, placing a short kiss on it.

“Nice to meet you” I nervously uttered to him.

“The pleasure is all mine. I am Diego” he chuckled and faced Dante. “Hope she will join us for our dinner?”

“Certainly not. Alina has probably had enough to eat and so she will go upstairs” Dante rudely commanded me.

Flashing  Diego a smile, I obeyed without any complain and climbed back upstairs.

The chattering of the men could be heard as I climbed further up the stairs.

Standing by the balcony of the stairs, I watched Dante and Diego discuss non-stop whilst munching on the foods set on the dinning.

I had no clue what their discussion was about but I just wanted it to end so I could speak to Dante.

After what seemed like an eternity of unending discussions, Dante finally stood up. Diego followed suit as Dante led him outside. They were done.

I could tell because Diego picked his bag.

Triumphantly, I jubilated within me like someone who just won a lottery.

I will stay here and wait for him.

Going downstairs might fuel his rage and it was the last thing I wanted right now.

Suddenly, something caught my eye. It was a phone. Hesitantly, I scurried down the stairs.

It must belong to Diego. This was clearly not Dante’s phone and they had already left.

I thought for a while. If I rush out now, I might probably still catch up with them. And definitely Dante won’t scold me for returning his friend’s phone back.

I was about swiping the phone from the table when a message popped in.

Just a mere glance at it’s content and my breathing caged, my eyes widening with a tremor beginning to rise within me.

“Kill Dante” I read the message out in a whisper.