Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

11

L I L I A N A

I thought that Isabella would fly back once she taunted me, but no, her plan was to stay until the honeymoon ended.

Not with us, but she stayed in a hotel which was very close to the villa.

Three weeks had passed as there was only one week left of the honeymoon, yet nothing had changed. 

Marcello and I barely talked. He tried to, but I avoided him, I did not trust him since my sister had chosen her true colors at the restaurant, and he didn't care.

He didn't care about my sister's plan, that I would walk down the aisle and Marcello should have chosen her in the middle of the wedding, which he did not. 

We had her duties and obligations to fulfill, many lives were on the stake.

Right now, Marcello had given me the idea to explore the island, I did not protest since I love the ocean. 

Marcello and I had ventured out early in the morning, seeking solace in the rhythmic lullaby of the waves and the soft embrace of the morning sun.

The previous week had been tense after Isabella's appearance at the restaurant, and I had hoped for a brief respite from her presence, but she was one insane woman who followed us.

As we strolled along the shoreline, the distant sound of laughter reached my ears, drawing my attention toward the approaching figure.

Isabella emerged from behind a cluster of palm trees, her expression carefully chosen to express innocence and vulnerability.

Her hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous spark as she spotted us.

Though, Marcello did not see her mischievous expression as she had changed from a mischievous expression to a serious expression like she was in pain.

Oh no, what did she plan now?

"Marcello," Isabella called out melodramatically, her voice carrying over the gentle breeze.

"Oh, thank goodness, I found you!"

Marcello tensed beside me as I tried to ignore the pang of unease that gnawed at my insides as Isabella approached with exaggerated caution, as if every step pained her like she had hurt herself.

"What happened?" Marcello demanded, his voice edged with concern as he eyed Isabella anxiously.

"Are you okay?"

Isabella winced dramatically, clutching her ankle as if in pain.

"I... I twisted my ankle," she whimpered, her gaze flickering between Marcello and me.

"It hurts so much, Marcello..."

I watched in silent agony as Marcello's attention shifted entirely to Isabella, his brows furrowed with worry.

"Let me see," he urged gently, kneeling beside her and taking her injured ankle in his hands. His touch was tender, like she was a precious diamond.

My heart ached with a mixture of resentment as I stood there, a silent witness to their intimate moment.

Isabella's eyes locked with mine briefly, an amused expression shined through her facade of pain before she averted her gaze back to Marcello.

I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting against the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

"I'm sorry," Marcello murmured, his voice laced with regret as he helped Isabella to her feet.

"We should get you back to your hotel."

Isabella nodded gratefully, leaning against Marcello for support, but he picked her up in a bridal style and walked away, leaving me standing alone on the deserted beach.

The gentle breeze fluttered through the palm trees, carrying with it the ache of betrayal and the bitter taste of hatred.

I closed my eyes, willing the tears that threatened to spill over to retreat.

I don't think I had ever cried this much since I married Marcello.

I knew we were getting married to make our families happy and avoid a war.

But witnessing Marcello's concern for Isabella, knowing that he still harbored affection for her, which he would never show me, it tore at my soul in ways I couldn't describe.

As they were the two people who had broken me beyond repair.

I turned away from the figures of Marcello and Isabella, my footsteps heavy as I walked along the beach, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, yet I felt devastated.

The weight of my heartache settled like a stone in my chest, the ache deepening with each passing moment.

How did it come to this? How had I become nothing more than a bystander in my own life?

It was tempting to go into the ocean and drown.