The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 21

THE PLACE was surrounded by the chatter of the crowd, while the place was neatly decorated with distinguished lighting all over. Fancy cars could be seen everywhere, from the parking area to the side of the road, while men and women wearing luxurious attire had a smile on their faces.

Just as a car suddenly stopped in front of a huge building, a man came out of the door, his hair combed upward, wearing a black tuxedo. Clenching his jaw, his eyebrows immediately arched into a frown as he looked at those who would dare stare at him.

The gossips immediately died out at the sight of the man, and they all felt fearful, lowering their gazes at the sight of him.

Meanwhile, the man stood there proudly as he adjusted his necktie. He wiped a gloss of tainted lipstick across his lips before his eyes darted at the door of his vehicle, where a woman suddenly came out of nowhere.

Adorned in a black strapless dress with long gloves across her arms, the man pulled her close to him and put his arm around her waist.

The people gasped at the scene they had just witnessed. They couldn't believe that the notorious boss, known for his disinterest in women, came to the gala with an unknown lady as his muse.

A smirk crossed his lips.

The woman fixed his necktie in front of the crowd as he noticed her hands trembling slightly in fear.

"Amigo, ha pasado mucho tiempo desde la última vez, así que el uno al otro! ¿Cómo te va?" [Buddy, it has been a long time since we last saw each other! How are you doing?]

When they finally arrived at their destination, the first to greet him was a man wearing a maroon tuxedo with a huge smile flashing through his lips. His hair was dyed a blonde color, while his eyes reflected the color blue.

Israel just nodded his head at the sight of him.

"Yes, it has been a while," he replied shortly before the man let out a chuckle, echoing through the four corners of the room.

"A man with only a few words! You haven't changed at all!" the man said as he patted him on the shoulder. The man couldn't believe that even after a few years had passed, his companion hadn't changed in the slightest. Once he finished laughing, it was only at that moment that he noticed a person beside him.

"Oh? Who might this bijin be?" the man asked, staring right into her.

Althea blinked her eyes, confused at the foreign word the man used.

Israel pulled her close to him. "My wife," he replied.

And in one instance, the man widened his eyes in a dramatic manner, his jaw almost open, before he furrowed his brows and pointed at her in disbelief.

"What did you just say, you bastard?" the man yelled in surprise. He then switched to look at his dear friend again, still baffled by the sudden news. He had never heard of such a thing, even among the others they were close with.

When did this happen? How?

"We got married not too long ago," Israel said, cutting off the man's thinking. His eyes then turned to look at his wife, as though he had that unusual gentleness in his face. "Isn't that so, Mi amor?"

Althea just gulped at the words she heard. She did her best to smile in front of the foreign man before taking a deep breath.

"Yes, I'm his wife. My name's Althea," she introduced herself with a timid smile. It was a good thing that the man did not even notice her nervousness on her face.

For some reason, he had the same vibe as Israel, who had quite a striking face but an overwhelming presence that could suffocate her in place.

She involuntarily reached out her hand for a handshake, which the foreign man stared at for a few seconds before letting out a mischievous smile.