Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

10

L I L I A N A

A few days passed, and I never expected my honeymoon to turn into a battlefield.

Funny enough, my fake husband Marcello invited me to eat lunch, I would have declined his offer, but the maids were watching us with curious eyes.

Currently, we were sitting at a cozy seaside restaurant, the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Marcello had been trying, in his own awkward way, to make things right between us after the failed dinner, but It didn't work out.

There was an underlying tension between us, and not the good tension.

"I'm glad we could get away like this," Marcello said, his voice tinged with nervousness as he glanced around the restaurant.

"Away from everything."

I nodded, swirling the straw in my cocktail absentmindedly, I wondered if I would become an alcoholic by the end of the honeymoon.

"It's... peaceful," I replied, though my mind was anything but at peace.

Marcello leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Liliana, I know this isn't how either of us wanted things to happen."

"But maybe we can make the best of it. Try to find some common ground? The dinner was awful, but we can make this lunch something better."

I looked into his eyes, "I'm fucking trying. I'm barely holding myself together."

Before Marcello could respond, a commotion at the entrance of the restaurant drew our attention.

My heart sank as I saw Isabella, my younger sister, striding in with an air of entitlement that she always carried.

She wore a sleek, designer dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her hair styled in loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders.

Isabella's beauty was undeniable, a trait that had always garnered her favor and attention wherever she went.

But beneath her beauty, lay a cunning and manipulative nature that had caused me more pain than anyone else in the world.

Marcello tensed beside me, his jaw clenching as he watched Isabella approach our table with a confident stride.

She approached our table with a smirk that made my blood boil.

"Well, well, well," Isabella purred, her eyes flickering between Marcello and me.

"What do we have here? The newlyweds on their honeymoon?"

I forced a polite smile, though inside, my stomach churned with hatred, but I couldn't make a scene or my model career would be over.

"Isabella," I replied tensely, hoping she would take the hint and leave us alone.

Isabella glanced pointedly at Marcello before turning her attention back to me.

"I couldn't resist dropping by to see how my dear sister is enjoying her honeymoon," she continued, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Marcello tensed beside me, his jaw clenching as he looked at Isabella with thinly veiled irritation.

"Isabella, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied innocently, though her eyes gleamed with mischief.

"I didn't realize you two were on a private date. How romantic. Already forgotten about me? About the love of your life, Marcello?"

"Bella-" Marcello began, but Isabella ignored him, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

"Oh, Liliana," she continued mockingly, "aren't you just the picture-perfect bride? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to force Marcello to marry you after all these years. I thought he would leave you at the altar and choose me."

"Honestly, that had been my plan."

I felt anger rising within me, but I forced myself to remain calm.

"Isabella, this isn't the time or the place for your games," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

I would love to punch her face, but that's the downside of living as a famous supermodel.

You are constantly watched and judged by the world.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Games? Oh, I assure you, dear sister, I'm not playing any games."

"I just wanted to see how you two were enjoying your little getaway." she replied smoothly.

Marcello leaned forward, his eyes flashing with frustration.

"Isabella, please," he interjected firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Leave us alone."

Isabella's smile faltered for a moment, but then she laughed, a sound that grated on my nerves.

"Oh, Marcello," she said in a soft voice, "don't be so uptight. I'm just here to congratulate you both on the happy marriage."

With that, she turned away from us, and she walked out of the restaurant.

This was Isabella revenge, this was what she was going to do for the rest of our lives, coming back to taunt me and hurt me.

"I'm sorry," Marcello said softly, reaching out to take my hand in his. "I didn't expect her to cause a scene like that."

"Of course you did not, you were always busy being buried between her legs." I scoffed at him.

I stood up and headed out of the restaurant, taking another direction then the one my sister had come from.

The honeymoon was just getting worse and worse.