Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

I huffed and made my way to the bathroom, hoping the cold water could calm me down and pull me out of this misery for a short period.

I was so engrossed in pain that I didn’t spare a second glance to admire the magnificent interior of the bathroom.

I paused in front of the sink and glanced at the wall mirror before turning on the tap. Interrupting the running water, I leaned forward and splashed the water on my face, allowing the mixture of water and tears to trickle down. My eyes closed as I imagined my pain coursing off me, knowing it was only temporary.

“It’s going to be fine,” I tried to assure myself the best way I could, but deep down, I knew it would only get worse. How could it be okay?

“How is it going to be okay; Just how?” I hummed in response as I slowly stepped under the shower and started crying profusely. I’m scared of him, scared of this unknown fate that befalls me. I shouldn’t have agreed with Layla to sneak out that night. If I hadn’t listened to her and gotten myself drunk, maybe I wouldn’t be here.

How on earth am I supposed to survive in this marriage with this devilish creature? What if he strangles or kills me before I even make it to the next day? I closed my eyes and tried to shrug off my thoughts as I switched off the shower.

I reached out my hand to grab some clothes, and that’s when it dawned on me that I had forgotten to come prepared; I didn’t come in with any spare clothes.

I instantly turned my head and saw the white wedding gown chilling in the laundry basket where I tossed it earlier when I entered the bathroom.

With a sad sigh, I grabbed a towel from the rail and gently patted my face before wrapping it around my body.

As I looked up in the mirror, I couldn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes had lost their sparkle, and my once vibrant green eyes now looked dull and lifeless.

My life didn’t go the way that I had imagined or even distinct from the way that I wanted. I held onto the towel tightly and walked out of the bathroom, hoping he would be gone. I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing me in just a towel.

But to my dismay, he was still sitting arrogantly on the king-sized bed, swirling a glass of liquor in his hand. I froze as he raised his head and noticed me staring at him. I shifted uncomfortably as his hungry gaze roamed all over my body, stopping at my thigh. I nervously gulped as his eyes darkened.

To my surprise, he stood up from the bed and slowly started walking towards me. His gaze was dangerously intense as he examined every inch of me. I took a step back, my heart racing until my back hit the bathroom door. Before I could react, he stopped in front of me, trapping me between him and the bathroom door.

I could feel his presence closing in on me, his hand sliding behind me to lock the bathroom door. He tossed the key away, a smirk on his face like he had caught his prey and couldn’t wait to bounce on it.

I was uncomfortable, barely covered by the towel, and this man in front of me seemed like nothing but a demon. I wasn’t ready for anything intimate with him.

But before I could gather my thoughts, his cold hands gripped my shoulders, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through my body. I didn’t know if he felt it too or if it was just me. As he forcefully tried to remove the towel, I held onto it tightly and pleaded, “What are you doing? Please let me go!”

“Don’t play the innocent card,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “You’re well aware of my intentions, and let’s not forget, this is what you do for a living.”

His words landed like a crushing blow, leaving me gasping for air, unable to conceal my profound disbelief. My mind raced to comprehend the depth of his accusation. But it was his next move that sent a chill down my spine. Just as he leaned in, his nose dangerously close to my vulnerable neck. Panic surged through my veins, causing my heart to ponder heavily.

Yet, in a twist of fate, his body froze, startling me. Time seemed to stand still as he stared at me in confusion. What happened? I inquired since the atmosphere seemed deafening as if the universe held its breath.

The room was thick with tension as we both exchanged a tense gaze. I couldn’t help but wonder what would come next.

“You smell familiar,” he groaned, his grip tightening around me. He sniffed my scent, searching for recognition. I tried to push him away, but he only held me tighter, reminding me of the horrifying man I encountered at the DDW hotel that very night. Panic surged through me, and I screamed, desperately trying to break free.

In a single, heart-wrenching moment, his hand collided with my delicate face, leaving behind a searing sensation that ignited a fire of pain. A cry of anguish escaped my lips as I cradled my throbbing cheek, recoiling in sheer terror.

“Why do you twist reality in this twisted dance?” he hissed with venomous rage. “You, a deceitful soul! Do not feign innocence when the truth reveals your countless betrayals of how you warm different beds of several men.” He latched out, angrily pointing his second finger in my direction.

Tears cascaded down my anguished face, a testament to the fear that clenched my heart in its icy grip. Before I could gather my shattered resolve, his grip tightened as he forcibly flung me onto the unforgiving bed. Waves of agony coursed through my trembling body, and my fingers immediately clenched the fabric of the towel, a desperate lifeline in this sea of torment.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He slowly and deliberately climbed onto the bed, his towering figure casting a dark shadow over me, intensifying the sense of fear. His voice, filled with a deep, husky tone, echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. With a disturbing audacity, his hands shamelessly roamed over every inch of my body, violating my very being.

“You, slutty b*tch! possesses an undeniable allure,” he groaned, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and recognition. “Your scent, so familiar, yet elusive. I can’t recall where we have crossed paths before.” He forcefully grabbed my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp, as he hissed, “Allow me to savor you, for you are my wife, and I shall ensure your pleasure.”

To be continued…………