♤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐨 ♤
"This is wrong, Killian."
"Fucking my beloved wife isn't wrong, 𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂." My breathe shuddered at his tone of claiming me as his wife, he was about to kiss my neck but I pushed him and s...
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2 days.
48 hours
2880 minutes
172800 seconds.
Only these much time I have left to get married with someone whom I have shared a passionate kiss with, whom was my date and who is a mafia.
Why these problems jumps into me?
I still don't know if I should get married or not.
Suddenly my peaceful thoughts broke when someone called me as I looked at the I'd to see Chloe so I picked it up and she spoke.
"Good evening ma'am. I didnt meant to disturb you at the moment but someone came to meet you." My eyebrows furrowed with confusion as I gazed the clock, but to surprise there was no meeting today with anyone then who is the visitor?
"Who is that?" I said without any hesitation when Chloe spoke making me closed my eyes in frustration and agony.
"Its Alister Salvatore."
"Let him in." The next words came from my mouth as a fluid, my throat felt a burning sensation to let my anger out on him for putting me in such a position where neither I couldn't get back to myself nor I can avoid the situation.
Soon someone came in and I don't have to look at the person to know who it is because I already know that it is Alister when I moved my eyes from the table to him and he sat just opposite to me before speaking.
"Its been long, Abigail." He said and I gazed at him with my cold eyes, neither I want to give him a damn answer nor I want him to leave before giving the answer of my questions.
"Call me Silvester." His smirk dropped with a thud and that didn't stop me from letting out a laugh but he spoke.
"You are going to be my daughter-in-law so calling you formally makes me cringe." I smiled and spoke looking at him.
"Cringe? I thought cringe starts with you, Mr. Salvatore." My throat burns to start an argument with him but I controlled myself with a perfect fake smile when he spoke.
"I came here to remind you that you are going to get married to my son in two days and I am sure you know that why are you getting married to him." I gripped the hem of my dress as blood started to boil from the insides of mine, at his warnings and his manipulations.
"Last time I checked and I am well aware that I am not a slave of yours." He let out a humourless chuckle and spoke.
"Oh you are surely not but maybe for the sake of your family, you are." I just want to cut him into shreds but I knew if I burst out my family will be in danger which is the last thing I want as a daughter and as a sister.
