Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

8

L I L I A N A

The next morning, I woke up to the soft rustling of curtains that fluttered because of the warm breeze from the open windows.

I was happy that I did not need to share a bed with Marcello, that I had my own space for now.

I did not need to share a bed with him until the honeymoon ended, after that I would need to sleep with him, share a bed since that was my duty.

But for now, I enjoyed myself in the morning sunlight which peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room.

It was a beautiful morning.

I sat up in bed, running a hand through my long blonde hair, trying to push away the thoughts of my marriage as I decided to head to the kitchen to eat.

But as I had finished putting on my yellow summer dress, my phone buzzed softly on the bedside table as my manager was calling me, and he had no idea about my marriage.

He was going to get the shock of his life.

"Why did you cancel all of your photo shoots for the next two weeks?" My manager asked, he was a guy in his late twenties, kind of cute and dorky.

"I got married yesterday." I blurted out.

"WHAT?" He yelled, but thankfully I had moved my phone away from my ear.

"I got married to Marcello Russo." I explained, biting into my lower lip.

"You mean... You mean, the man you have loved ever since you were fifteen?" He questions, sounding both amused and concerned.

"Yep." It's the only thing I managed to say because I don't want to leak information about my fraud of a marriage.

The outside world had to think we were in love.

"How did you get together? When? How is he as a husband?" He couldn't stop to asking, but he was also worried since he was my manager, and he was supposed to know these things.

"He's the best man I have ever met. He brought me breakfast this morning, it was waffles with melted chocolate and strawberries, my favorite! Then we went for an early morning swim. Oh! Did you know that he has built me... a villa for our honeymoon..." I force myself to lie, holding back the tears which stung in my eyes.

"Really? Hopefully I can meet Mr. Russo one day, he's a very influential man in the industry, and it's extremely hard to meet him, so you are very lucky... But why hasn't he promoted you yet? He has promoted many of your sister's ballet shows." My manager is sharp, as he's also a good friend of mine.

"I... I wanted to stand on my own feet... you know how my mother used to control my modeling career, I don't want my husband to do the same..." I tell another lie, wiping the tears from my eyes, and biting harder into my lip until I felt the taste of blood.

I really need to hang up before I break down.

"I really need to go, my husband is calling on me, and he's in the shower!" That's all it took for my manager to hang up on me.

I dropped the phone on the floor the moment our call ended, I felt cold, hollow, almost like I was dying.

I hated pretending in front of my friends because that's what I have been doing in front of my family.

It took a few minutes before I picked up my phone and headed to the mirror which hung on the wall, fixing my hair into a low-bun.

But my phone rang again, and this time it was an unknown number calling me.

I hesitated before picking it up, because sometimes fans would find my number and call me.

I answered the call in case it was something serious, like if any of my siblings had gotten hurt.

"How's your honeymoon going, sister?" Isabella was the one who had called me.

A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach at the mere sound of her voice.

"What do you want, Isabella?" I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, nothing much," she replied casually.

"I just wanted to see how my dear older sister is doing, now that you're married to Marcello."

I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of anger and frustration, but I pushed aside my emotions.

"You know damn well how I'm doing," I snapped.

There was a cruel laugh on the other end of the line, the sound that always made me feel small and worthless.

"Oh, Liliana," Isabella said mockingly.

"You were always the obedient one, weren't you? Always doing what Papà wanted like a lost little puppy." She starts to laugh, it's horrible and hurtful.

My grip tightened on the phone, my nails digging into the palm of my hand because she knew the reason why I agreed to marry Marcello.

But she did not care if Alessia had been put in my position, instead she would love it.

"I'm not playing your games, Isabella," I said through clenched teeth.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Maybe I made a mistake, maybe I should have married Nino and had fucked Marcello on the side," Isabella answered, like she was playing mind games with me.

"Maybe I should have married Nino after all... At least then I wouldn't have to listen to you whining about how unfair everything is in life. Though, I enjoy listening to your misery, but doesn't it get boring to be you?" Isabella asked.

"You're fucking crazy," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, but hey, look on the bright side. At least you got what you always wanted, right? Marcello Russo." Isabella chuckled darkly again.

"You have me to thank for that, sister, or else he would have never had even thought of you at all." She adds, before hanging up, leaving me staring at my own reflection in the mirror.

The room felt suffocating, the weight of Isabella's words pressing down on me like a heavy stone.

This would not be the end of her games.