Forced to marry the Ruthless Billionaire Mafia gangster

Happily never after?

Rosey

I did not sleep a wink, I cried the whole night. I have a heavy headache and a stuffy nose. My eyes are bloodshot and still watery despite how much I cried, I'll probably need a dehydration drip after this. It's four thirty early in the morning. I am seated on my bed, staring at nothing.

I am trying to process how my life changed in such a jiffy. One minute, I'm planning to leave this family permanently. The next minute, I'm bethrowed to a ruthless, scary man. Can my life get any worse? I recall how he looked me dead in the eyes and told me if I tried anything stupid like running away, he'd hunt me down, find me, and feed me to his pitbulls.

I continue to drown in my own tears, imagining how my life would've turned out if my mother was still alive. I know she would not agree to this atrocious cruelty I am subjected to. My father does not love me. Yesterday was the last nail on the coffin. I recall how I kneeled and begged for his mercy. He made me stand up, holding a fist full of my hair with his bloody fingerless hand dragging me to my bedroom.

I check the time it's now five o'clock, I'm not feeling good, I keep feeling my chest tightening, my stomach is in a knot and I have a metal taste in my mouth, that's blood I realize I've been chewing on my buccal mucosa out of frustration and stress.

I look outside the window. It's now dawn, and the sun threatens to rise up while I on the other hand will probably fall down before dusk. My morning routing, include watching the sun rises outside, it always brought hope that things would eventually work out for the best.

Well, who was I fooling? yea! My stupid self!

This would be day one of my horrific life with a man I don't know and do not love. Worse part, a ruthless killer. The thought sends shock waves to my heart, and I feel a panic attack slowly creeping in.

I sit down and breathe in and out slowly to allow my heart rate to go down. When I finally feel better, I go downstairs to get myself water. I find Britney in the kitchen, I look at her and feel bile rise up to my throat, which instantly gives me heartburn.

I open the kitchen cabinet and take out a glass to pour myself water. She looks at me like I stole her last last tooth. " Who is the witch you are working with?" hisses Britney

" Please step away from the tap. I need water, " says Rosey

" No! what you need is poison and a hard slap on your ugly face" retorts Britney, she immediately acts on her statement and slaps Rosey on the face, making her stumble back, she manages to lean on the table to steady herself to avoid falling down. " Britney, please, I don't want trouble," says Rosey, slowly getting up from the floor.

"There you are, Britney. I was in your room. Why are you awake so early? " asks Marinda. Rosey watched horror as the stupid b***h starts wailing and running to her mother. " Mommy, she's working with a witch. She just told me now how she snatched Greg using powerful witch potions she received. Mommy, she laughed on my face and even slapped me" says Britney in a convincing shakey voice.

" You ungrateful b***h, how could you do this to my daughter, how dare you? Who the f**k do you think you are?" Roared Marinda

I am so dumbstruck that I'm just gawking at them because why is my life a series of endless chaotic nightmares!

Ruben

I'm climbing down the stairs, the noise in the kitchen is giving me a headache. " What the f**k is all this noise so early in the morning?" asks Ruben.

" Daddy Rosey was very rude to me. She actually confessed to using powerful witchcraft to snatch Greg from me." She screams like a maniac, tears streaming down her face.

Ruben didn't wait to hear out Rosey. He immediately slapped Rosey across her face, sending her straight to the floor. " What the f**k did you do you little witch? " Roared Ruben. " I.. I ... I didn't do anything, I swear on my mother's...." Ruben instantly slaps her hard on the mouth cutting her sentence short.

" Don't you dare fucken mention dead bitches in my wife's house' Retorted Ruben.

Rosey

My father's words sent the angel of death straight my way, I forgot how to breathe and started hyperventilating on the floor with tears streaming down my face. I don't know what happened, I felt a hand yank me up very violently and pushing me outside. I felt air filling my lungs and that helped me breath better, I eventually calmed down.

When I was finally calm, my father dragged me into the house. " Now you better start with the cleaning and cooking, it's your f*****g wedding after all" snarled Rodney.

Rosey got up and started preparing cleaning material, she watched Ruben as he takes his wife and daughter's hand, and walked upstairs.

I have finished cleaning and preparing breakfast, everyone ate, and I'm busy washing dishes. When I'm done, I start preparing food for the supposed wedding. I was told it's a small private ceremony held in my house with twenty-five people, including my family, his family, and the pastor. Well, the pastor part really shocked me, I popped my eyes when he mentioned that part.

Everything is ready. People will start walking in any minute now, Ruben had the decency to hire people to decorate the garden as the ceremony will be held there. I slowly walk up the stairs, each step feels like a long road to hell. I finally reach my room, and all the emotions come crumbling back. There's a shimmery white dress on my bed, looking at it, I'm set off, I sob uncontrollably.

Ruben

The guests have arrived including the groom and pastor, everyone is ushered to the garden. I look at Greg who gives the " you better not f**k up look." I sign to my myself. Finally I introduce myself " welcome everyone, we are honored to have you all here with us to witness my wonderful daughter getting married today" that statement alone drew so much energy from me, I feel like I just got a heavy blow on my stomach.

The pastor gestures for everyone to sit down and orders me to fetch "my so called daughter " I still can not believe Rosey gets her happily everafter, she doesn't deserve this, she took Britney's life. she was supposed to stay here and suffer for the rest of her useless life.

Her mother saw herself mighty and challenged my masculinity as her husband, the whole community turned on me and started calling me names while she was a Dr Hero who built our house and fed me. Things got worse when the brat was born, she wouldn't stop gushing about how she will leave everything to her.

I take heavy calculated steps up the stairs dreading reaching that bedroom. I'm finally standing outside her door and I can hear she's actually listening to her mother's favorite song " roses, among thorns" I feel disgusted, she never loved me. All that she ever talked about and acknowledged in her life is that woman! I push inside and stand in shock as I watch Rosey in her wedding dress on with blood stains unconcious or dead I'm not so sure, my brain registers the word death and I spring to the bed " s**t! s**t! s**t!...Stupid girl better not be dead, Greg will bury me alive!