Chapter eight: Wife By Paper
How I had dreamed to hearing the sweet, angelic voice of the child I was away from for many years. My eyes shifted and looked at my little princess which I had brought to this world, my lips twitched into a small smile.
"Marabella." I whispered turning my body in the direction of my daughter, I wanted to run and pull her into a tight hug, shower pecks all over her face.
"Mummy look, daddy brought a friend." The smile instantly faded, my fist clenched into a ball of fist, my jaws clenched tight together.
My daughter was calling another women her mother, I wanted to scream and yell but my throat felt too dry.
"Mara bear, daddy is busy." Hearing the voice reminded me of my own doom, the reminder that she snatched everything from me. A constant reminder that she ruined my happy, perfect family.
It had been long since I had last seen her and as she walked into the room I watched her freeze. A look of shock, she was the women who everyone thought was better than me. Who majority voted to be the second bride of my husband. She was perfect, she received everything I wanted a family, my daughter to call her mother, the throne, status. what else could she want.
"I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you." I spoke, no emotions laced in my tone as I gave her a stoned look.
"Nanny Grace, take Mara to her playroom." His voice was cold, a reminder that he never showed his emotions to anyone but me but i was sure I was no longer the only one.
The women who I had just now realised stood behind the door rushed in, allowing marabella to grab her index finger and walk out the door. I could see the disappointed look in Marabella's eyes as she left the room.
"Milan." My eyes clouded with anger as my name left her lips, I did not realise when but when I came to my senses my fingers were wrapped around her throat choking the living day lights out of her.
"You bitch, you taught my daughter to call you mother. I CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS! How dare you try to take away my right." I screamed furiously, I watched as she struggled finding pleasure as she wiggled and screamed in pain gasping for breath.
"Enough." I heard Zion yell as he threw my body away from the gasping women who held her palms against her throat with tears running down her eyes, I rolled my eyes ignoring the pain as my back hit the wall and stood up straight.
"It's funny how everyone wanted her, she can barely defend herself." I scoffed, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms acting as if I am not in pain. I hated to show any kind of emotions, and I had felt worse than this.
"I said enough, Milan." My eyes snapped towards his glare, I shifted my gaze between the two and decided to give him a taste of me. If he thinks he could bring me here and I will silently allow him to do anything then he is so wrong.
"What happened to babe?" I watched as a look of hurt pass through her eyes as she finally stood up, even a cold hearted bitch like me could tell that she was in love with the man who did not love her.
"I need you to calm down." I heard him say, a smirk now on my lips as I approached him and placed my palms on his chin in a tight grip before smacking my lips to his, I felt him part his lips which allowed me to slide my tongue into his mouth and let him have a taste of the blood that was in my mouth from banging my head on the wall.
"Taste me, you dog." I smirked pulling away, he looked at me as I wiped the corner of my lips wiping away the blood.
"Your hurt." He whispered, concern laced in his tone but my gaze was on her.
"Does it pain, seeing him make out with his ex wife." I spoke, the smirk remained. I watched as she struggled to hide how much it affected her, wiping away the fallen tears as she lowered her gaze.
"Milan you are well aware that you are still my wife." The smirk was now turned into a scowl at the reminder.
"By paper,not by soul." I retorted, I turned towards him staring into his eyes.
"Tell me bitch, have you fucked his tiny dick or are you still dreaming that he would make love to you one day?" I continued to verbally attack her, like I had said it was his choice to bring me here and I was not going to let this advantage of being able to tear this family she has made before I leave.
Slowly, my eyes shifted towards her I watched her continue to stare at him with the look of hurt and instantly I knew he had not bedded her, I knew there marriage was of convenience and not love she was here to be who I could never be, innocent, love and a queen in everyone's eyes.
"Will you stop, as adults let's settle this and have a way that not only you but also I would agree on in this contract that the councillors have made." My glare did not once flatten as I followed him round his desk before settling down, I looked at the chair beside and in front of him. I walked towards the chair in front of him and sat down, crossing my legs with my arms under my breast.
"Juliet,please close the door on your way out." I heard him say aloud, from the corner of my eyes I watched the look of hurt flash through her eyes as she turned and walked out leaving me alone with the man I wanted to kill in front of me.
"Be mine."
"In your dreams!"
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The Mafia's Second Bride
Storie d'amore*The Mafia's Second Wife* The name Milan Rae held so much power and fear, she was known to be notorious and held accountable for many death. She was respected as the Mafia King's Queen, and also as a women who held the strength to take on more than...
