The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 28

THE EXPRESSION on her face grimaced as soon as she noticed the doubts in Linda's face. Her eyes were almost crazy-looking as she panted over and over while holding onto her maid tightly on the shoulders. 

"You won't help me?" Althea asked in a horrid tone, sending Linda a shiver down her spine. 

"W-What?" Suddenly, she felt her mistress' nails dig into her skin. She could feel her skin scrape as Althea looked at her with those same devouring eyes. At that moment, it felt like her mistress was not the same person at all. 

"If you're not helping me, I'll kill you," she added, which stopped her breathing for a second. The woman then removed her hands from around her shoulders, and in one instance she felt a knife close to her stomach, inching toward her to stab her slowly.

It looked like Althea was determined to stab her if she makes noise or does anything that displeases her, which makes her fear her. She might be a trained subordinate in the Sibals; however, her strength wasn't that great compared to the other elites, and apart from that, she was hesitant to deal with her mistress, knowing full well what would happen to her if she scraped even a strand of hair from her. 

"M-Madam, I think you should calm down first," Linda stated. She could feel the tip of the knife pierce itself into her skin. It doesn't seem like she's going to listen to her at any time, and there are no other people around for her to ask for help from, not even Hugo or Carlo. 

"You don't know what I'm going through, Linda. I have been enduring this for the longest time. I want to get out of this nightmare," Althea mumbled, the sound of her voice low and raspy.

She wasn't thinking straight anymore. She just needed to find a way to get out, knowing full well that everything would just lead to her death. 

Her hands were trembling while holding tightly onto the knife. She knows she is at a disadvantage, knowing that she is going against an elite, but she was desperate. 

And when people are desperate, they become dangerous enough to kill those who stand in their way. 

Althea's eyes were glowing, almost like a reddish color of flames, as her thoughts jumbled back to the events scarring her from deep within.

She tightened her grip on the hem of his clothing as she desperately tried to get up using her two legs.

The man just stared right at her with a morbid expression on his face as she let out a sobbing sound.

"Carlo," she mumbled under her breath. She was desperate enough to attach herself to the man while he only stood there lifelessly.

He no longer showed any care for her the moment the door shut, and the two of them were the only ones occupying the space.

For some reason, the love in his eyes disappeared, as did the genuine expression on his face, as though she were nothing but a vanguard to his schemes.

"Señora please stand up," the man uttered in a low, cold voice. Even though he was using such a polite tone, it seemed that his words had another meaning. His eyes were looking at her with such indifference that, at that moment, she felt helpless.

He was the only person who cared for her; her savior, and yet . . .

Is this because she's pregnant with another man? Is it because of Israel?

Althea slowly crumbled to the floor, her knees almost touching each other as she trembled in front of him. She wanted to beg him to elope, but there doesn't seem to be any hope.

After all, she's bearing another man's child. Who would want to father that?

"Carlo please don't leave me," she pleaded in a hoarse tone.  Her throat was dry while she lifted her head to look at the man.