𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

stolen

Amaya

People say that you can get use to anything. Maybe for some it's true. Not for me though. I don't think I'll ever be able to get use to being married to Daniel.

My hand stayed in his while we marched to the car that was waiting for us. The back door open.

The wedding reception just ended and it was time for the bride and the groom to go home.

I heard mom's shoes clacking on the concrete behind us. Dad must be close to her. There were whispers heard here and there.

My heartbeat was increasing with each step. My life was signed for failure.

I knew that one day I was going to have an arranged marriage but I never expected it to be to a man older than my dad.

Daniel was in his late fifties while I just turned twenty-one. When he visited us a year ago, I never thought that dad was going to willingly give me to him as a wife.

I didn't even have the chance to finish college.

He was a well respected boss. I still don't know how though, he was literally marrying a girl old enough to be his daughter. How were his children even okay with this?

But again, they probably can't even say anything.

His rough hand tightened on mine and I almost let out a whimper. The smell of cigarette radiated of him and a gag threatened to break through my lips.

How was I supposed to live with this man? Share a house with him, a room, same bed.

The panic I had about my wedding night, raised to my throat and my stomach clenched.

When we reached the car, his underboss Ethan, greeted us and I didn't fail to notice the disgusting look he gave me. Ethan was younger but still, way older than me.

Not only will I have to put up with Daniel but with him as well.

The light wind caressed my bare shoulders and I sealed my lips together, trying to make as less noise as possible. I didn't need anyones attention on me right now.

When we stopped, Daniel let go of my hand and I wiped my palm of the skirt on my dress. It was beautiful and I wish I was marrying the man I love.

I have never experienced anything close to it though. My parents kept me in our house my whole life, training me to be the perfect Mafia wife for my future husband.

All the things I had to know, I learned since young age. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the home, being able to create calm and peaceful atmosphere for my husband, obeying him and keeping my mouth shut.

That was all I had to do. Oh and of course give birth to how many children he wanted. That was not going to be my choice as well. It didn't matter that I was the one to carry them in my stomach.

"You can take Amaya home. I'll go to the club to release some tension." Daniel said to Ethan and rolled his shoulders while cocking his head to the side.

What?

What kind of club?

"Sure boss." Ethan smirked and his eyes went to me. More correctly to my cleavage.