Isabella pov
Isabella stood before the mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the life she had known just days ago.
The apron she used to wear in her humble job was now replaced by a wedding dress.
The dress itself was undeniably beautiful, but it felt like a weight on her shoulders, a symbol of a life she had not chosen for herself.
As she examined herself in the mirror, Lucia, her new confidante in this unfamiliar world, approached her with a tender smile.
"You look beautiful, Bella," Lucia complimented, planting a gentle kiss on Isabella's cheek.
Isabella returned the smile but couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.
Lucia's expression shifted to one of remorse.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Isabella shook her head, her way of reassuring Lucia that there was no need for apologies.
"Lucia, don't cry; you're going to ruin your makeup," Isabella said with a playful tone as she wiped away the tears that had welled up in her friend's eyes.
Lucia quickly nodded and managed to offer Isabella a small, reassuring smile.
A knock at the door interrupted their moment. A maid entered and relayed a message,
"Boss wants a few minutes with you, ma'am."
Lucia gasped, her eyes widening in alarm. "He can't see her before the wedding," she protested.
The maid was about to respond when Lorenzo's deep voice resonated from outside the room.
"Lucia," he said in a warning tone.
Isabella quickly defused the situation.
"It's fine," she assured Lucia. Lucia and the maid efficiently drew a divider to separate the bride and groom.
The air in the room grew tense as Lorenzo entered. They exchanged no words for a moment..
"Marco is here,"Lorenzo mentioned.
She nodded; wanted to convey her gratitude for his efforts to include her brother in the ceremony.
Realizing that she was invisible to him behind the divider,
Isabella whispered a heartfelt "thank you."
Lorenzo acknowledged the message and simply nodded
Lorenzo cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
"First, you must know that the kind of business I run isn't a normal business.
Well, duh!
"You're in the mafia," she said with matter-of-fact simplicity, her voice barely above a whisper.
She had heard of the mafia, of course, but she never truly believed it existed until now.
Lorenzo corrected her in a low, authoritative tone.
"No, tesoro, I am the mafia."
"The boss," Isabella stated quietly to herself, though her words didn't escape Lorenzo's ears.
"I'm going to make you my wife," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering.
"Do not ask why; it is not your job to question me."
Isabella nodded in understanding.
"We will be married in a few minutes. Your job as my wife is simple," he continued.
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Taken By The Mafia
Romance"You're beautiful, I hated it when those men were checking you out during the party," he said as he kissed my neck. I, on the other hand, am trying to breathe. This man is doing things that I don't want but he is my husband now. I gulped as I felt h...
