Aria's POV:
I was getting dressed when i heard loud knocks on my bedroom door.
- Just a second, Im getting dressed!
- You better open the door right now Aria! Since when do you even care that you're naked, you've always been a prostitute!
Here we go again
-I'm coming just a second!
I was wearing a red dress with diamond earrings and i had my hair up, I also wore some short heels to match up the earrings
When i opened the door, I was met with a disappointed and disgusted glare from no one other than daddy dearest
- What have i fucking told you about dressing like a whore you bitch! Do you realise that you're embarassing us! Do you want everybody to think that we raised a bitch!
He was getting angrier by the second and I just didn't see anything wrong with my outfit. He was always like this
His shouting was getting louder and louder until i heard the click of a gun
- What are you doing dad?!
-I'm not your fucking dad! I'll never be your dad! You're a disgrace to this fucking family!
I was starting to tear up then he said
- Be glad that I'm not killing you but I actually need you to do some shit so I'll spare you for a second
I stepped back not saying anything But he said
- Where do you think you're going?
TW violence
__________________He started approaching me and i took more steps back
- Do you really think that I will let you disrespect me like that and not say anything?
I took a shaky breath and said "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
-WHAT? Didnt mean to make our family look like a whore house? You ruined everything! You always ruin everything!
I didnt realise how angry he was until something stinging collided with my jaw
He punched me.
My dad punched me.
-Please stop..
Another hit to my face
-I'm sorry!
He took off his belt
Oh no
Not again
- Be grateful that I'm not gonna use you right now. I'll let him do it for me.
Him? What's he saying? Is this why there's a dinner tonight?
I let out a shaky breath and stepped back but he pulled me closer
-Don't ever think about pulling that shit again. No man is ever gonna want you if you're acting like a slut
And he slapped me
With teary eyes, I nodded and he left the room
I ran and locked the door and changed into something more "decent" as he says
I still wore the same heels and earrings and took a little bag to style my outfit
Then i went and put concealer on the bruises he left on my face before anyone sees them.
________________________I went to the reception room and waited patiently for the guests until I heard some voices in the living room.
I knew these people.
They're the leaders of the italian mafia
I didn't know why they were here though, our mafias weren't really on good terms for the past years.
I went over to them to greet them ; Amelia and tony
- hello, it's nice to see you
- Oh hello my dear!! you've grown so much! you're so beautiful
Amelia's angelic voice said
I really liked this women, she wasn't a ruthless person nor she ever wanted to hurt anyone.
But she fell in love with tony who was quite the opposite
They had two sons..
Greyson or "Grey" which is what i used to call him back when we were still friends
And liam who has been nowhere to be seen for the past 10 years while he was travelling the world as he's a hitman and has missions everywhere
- Oh honey Greyson's coming too.. He's just gonna be a bit late because he had a meeting. But we have some news for you two
I wasn't really paying attention but when i heard these words i shuddered
- Oh okay, make yourself comfortable I'll be outside if you need me
I said before storming off
I was never a person to cause problems with people i loved.
But he just left me for years
without saying anything
so i didn't know to act with him around.
I was pacing around and i decided to pick up a rose bouquet to put in the dinner room when i heard a car roaring
And my eyes met his grey ones.
YOU ARE READING
arranged love
RomanceAria's the future donna of the spanish mafia, broken girl who needs someone to save her, she's strong but everyone needs someone to help them cope. Greyson is the heir of the sicilian mafia, rising his empire, he often forgets about himself. Let's...