𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | ❦

One - Aleksander

As I drowned in my alcohol, my so-called wife-to-be went on and on about plans for our wedding, making me sick to my stomach. "Wouldn't it be great, Mr. Petrov? And then we could move the after-party to a nice big hall but we'd only invite a few people. Like maybe 50-100." She shrugged, listing more and more ideas.

I couldn't bear listening to another word of the marriage that was going to ruin my life.

I glanced over to my father who was smiling eagerly as Anastasia spoke while my mother just kept her eyes glued on her lap

Couldn't blame her. She understood what it was like being in a marriage you were forced into.

"Wouldn't you love that, Aleksander?" She asked, turning all eyes at me, including my mothers.

Everyone was awaiting my answer but before I could open my mouth to respond, my mother spoke up. "Don't you think that's a little too expensive, Anastasia?" She asked, with a kind smile.

Anastasia scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Please, like you people couldn't afford it. You're the most powerful mafia there is. I'm sure you could afford a little wedding."

My mother was about to speak up again, but my father raised a hand to stop her from talking.

Words couldn't describe how much I hated that. I didn't hate my father. I didn't hate my mother. But I hated the way my father would boss my mother around. And I hated the fact that my mother actually took that shit from him.

She's a human being, not some old rag doll you can throw around.

I rose my drink to my lips and the liquid burned down my throat. Others didn't like the taste of alcohol, but I loved it. I loved the taste and I loved the after-effects.

The waiter came to collect our plates and drinks.

As she was doing this I noticed her flash a seductive smile at me.

I wouldn't say I was desperate for sex at this moment, but any female was better than Anastasia.

I flashed her a smirk causing my left cheek to be indented causing her face to go red.

Before she and I could even do anything, I felt a kick from under the table that was from my mother of all people.

When I glanced at her with an irritated look, her eyes darted at Anastasia who was glaring at the waitress.

"What's taking you so long to carry away some plates!?" She exclaimed, making a scene. "And who do you think you are giving my fiancé that look!?"

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Mrs. Petr-."

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything. And don't call her Mrs. Petrov. She isn't my wife." I ordered. "What is so wrong with smiling at someone, Anastasia?" I asked, causing her face to go red. "She was being friendly. There was nothing more to it." I lied.

"B-but-."

"But nothing!" I interrupted.

Everyone at the table was silent, including the waitress.

"Thank you." My mother smiled, dismissing the waitress. "Dusan? Don't you think it's about time we go?" She asked, giving my father the signal to let us leave.

He cleared his throat, getting up from the table. "Thank you for inviting us," He said addressing Anastasia and her parents. "until next time."

Both I and my mother got up from the table and we headed outside to where his car and driver were waiting for us.