The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 14

AFTER WHAT happened, Althea continued to harbor hatred for the man. Not only was he cunning enough to destroy her hopes, but the man also managed to force her into his desires every time he wanted them. It did not matter where it was, or how he wanted it to occur . . . All that matters is how he will get what he wants, and she will have no choice but to oblige.

It was a Sunday morning when the man rose from the bed and started tidying himself. He casually grabbed his shirt on the floor before buttoning it up on the bedside table. Althea watched him carefully on the sidelines, pretending to be asleep when his eyes turned to face her.

"Don't pretend to be asleep; I can feel your gaze drilling into the back of my head," the man uttered before a small grin drew on his lips. Meanwhile, she rose from the bed with scorn on her face.

"If only my eyes could kill, I would have killed you in your sleep," Althea said, hissing. The man just let out a chuckle, as though his woman's threatening words were as adorable as a child with candy.

"I'd look forward to it," Israel said before he finally stood up. He wore the pants on the ground and then removed the necktie tied to the headboard of the bed. "Anyway, I'm sure you will be happy not to see me for a few days," the man commented as he buckled his belt around his waist.

"Ask Linda whatever you want. She will be accompanying you for the rest of the week since I'll be off to work." Althea's eyes glimmered for a second. It was like an opportunity she couldn't miss at all. She stared at the back of the man, who was still rummaging to fix himself when she stood up.

She could still feel sharp pain radiating from her lower body, followed by the marks the man left her. She started walking weakly towards his stature before she stopped right behind him.

The man turned around to look at her, and automatically, Althea's hand traced the man's neck before she eventually grabbed onto his collar. "There's a catch, isn't it?" she uttered under her breath. Their bodies were just inches away from each other as she grabbed onto the neck tie on his hand and wrapped it across the collar of his polo.

If only she could just kill the man in front of her without remorse . . . but that's not the case. She already knew that even if she tried, the man could just instantly tackle her and kill her on the spot. Besides, even if she were to succeed, she is in a monster's den. There is only suicide.

A smile curled on his lips. He knew that Althea was smart.

"David will be staying." Upon hearing those words, she stopped fixing his necktie. And to think this man is capable of dragging her more and more to the ground.

"You really want me dead, don't you?" she murmured in disdain.

Israel let out a chuckle. "No, I don't."

She looked at him with disgust.

"I simply love you-"

Althea pulled him for a rough kiss, leaving him with a wound on his lips.

"You're disgusting," she said before she pushed him away and sat on the bed. The man, on the other hand, had a smirk on his lips as though he were satisfied.

"I love you too," he replied, licking the corner of his lips.

JUST LIKE the man mentioned, he left the day after. She discovered that Israel will be going to a country called the Philippines and will be busy prior to the cleansing. Meanwhile, she was left in the care of the people in the mansion, together with the man who has been harboring hatred towards her.

What a turn of events!

"What are you looking at?" the man said, frowning at her. Throughout the weeks she has spent in the Sibals, she has learned that her supposed husband is a notorious mafia boss that a lot of people fear. Even those who reside in this place don't have the luxury of calling out to their boss, and this man in front of her was no exception.