Falling in love with the mafia

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Bella POV:

I woke up to the gentle caress of sunlight on my face, stirring me from slumber. Stretching my arms, I rose from the comfort of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, the warmth of the water enveloped me, easing the tension in my muscles.

As I stood beneath the soothing stream, memories of happier times flooded my mind—days when my mother was alive, and we were a contented family of three. But those blissful moments shattered irreparably when my mother passed away, leaving me, at fifteen, to navigate a world suddenly devoid of her presence.

In the aftermath of her death, my father succumbed to the darkness of addiction, drowning his sorrows in drugs and alcohol. His once-soothing embrace turned into a source of fear and anguish, as he returned home each night inebriated, lashing out at me and laying blame for my mother's demise at my feet.

Now, to make ends meet and escape the suffocating atmosphere of home, I work long hours at a local coffee shop, striving to keep the bills paid and the lights on. Stepping out of the shower, I dressed myself in a simple yet presentable attire—a white half-sleeved shirt paired with a blue mini skirt—ready to face another day of challenges with a semblance of dignity and hope. 

I got out of my room and went down stairs to see my father lying on the couch all bruised. me being me I went to him all worried.

"Dad? What happened? Who did this to you?" I rose to fetch the first aid box, but my father gripped my hand forcefully.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" His voice was harsh. "Come with me."

"W-What... W-Where?" I asked, wincing in pain.

"SHUT UP!" His shout made me flinch.

He dragged me for fifteen minutes until we arrived at a grand mansion, and honestly, I didn't have a good feeling about it.

"Dad, can you please tell me where we are?" I tried my best not to cry, hoping for an answer. But he ignored me and rang the doorbell.

A man in his mid-twenties, with blond wavy hair, hazel eyes, and dressed in a full suit, opened the door and said, "Get in, they're already waiting for you."

Inside, the mansion was immense. We stood outside a room with brown double doors. When the man with blond hair opened them, there was a man sitting in a black office chair, with a huge table in front of him cluttered with papers and a computer. He looked up as we entered, his dark brown hair contrasting with his ocean blue eyes. He ordered everyone else to leave, leaving me terrified as he and I were alone in his office.

"Hello there," he greeted in a husky voice.

"W-What d-do you want?" I asked, trembling with fear.

"What I want is pretty simple," he replied calmly.

"W-What?"

"I want you to marry me," he declared.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, shocked. "NEVER!"

"You don't have a choice, Bells," he replied with a smirk.

"I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU!" As Bella rises to her feet, she notices Daniel advancing toward her. She instinctively retreats, but Daniel persists, steadily closing the distance until he corners her against the wall. Despite her efforts to create space, Daniel continues his relentless approach, narrowing the gap between them until their noses nearly touch. Bella squints, her fear palpable, while Daniel, wearing a smirk, locks eyes with her and utters, "We'll see about that." he retreats and takes his seat. 

He beckoned one of his men waiting outside to escort Bella to a room. Instead, Bella bolted out of the room, but her attempt to escape was short-lived as she was swiftly apprehended by the man entering from outside. Daniel chuckled at her futile attempt and gestured to his man to escort her to the designated room.