The Mafia's bride

CHAPTER 1

JAVIER P.O.V

Sinking into my plush office chair, I reveled in the afterglow of a triumphant business deal. I popped open a bottle of fine, aged wine—my well-deserved reward for conquering yet another big business deal. As the rich aroma filled the air, a wry half-smile danced across my lips. Success was within my grasp, and the coveted position of CEO in the esteemed Gondez family business was practically mine.

The Gondez company, an industrial titan nestled in the heart of Mexico, had been my father's legacy. Its influence rippled across the nation, and securing the top role required winning over every influential partner. The power and prestige that awaited me fueled my determination as I pondered this thought.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a hazy orange glow over the city, the time had come to rendezvous with Mr. Diego Gonzalez—a key figure with a significant stake in the company.

The evening air felt charged with anticipation as I left my office, the once bustling hive of activity now quiet and dormant. Accompanied by my loyal entourage of bodyguards, I walked towards the garage, eager to embark on this critical meeting.

Upon arriving at Mr. Diego's opulent mansion, an aura of exclusivity enveloped the premises. Imposing security guards stood on a lookout, their watchful eyes surveying any potential threats. We glided past the formidable gate and navigated through the sprawling estate until we reached the entrance of his grand abode.

Just as I was about to cross the entry into the house, a scene caught my attention—a sight that roused mixed emotions within me. Mr. Diego emerged from the shadows, a wispy trail of smoke wafting from his cigarette. By his side, I spotted Manuel, my worse enemy, being escorted. It seemed their paths had int intertwined before my arrival.

My composure intact, I exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Diego, but I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge Manuel's extended hand. Our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills as my own hands remained steadfastly by my side.

"Manuel was just leaving, but both of you can stay for another drink," Mr. Diego suggested, his voice tinged.

I maintained a stoic silence, refusing to give voice to my thoughts. However, Manuel swiftly declined the invitation, claiming it was time for him to bid farewell. A sly grin curved on my lips, concealed behind the surface of a half-smile, as I watched him depart in the company of his entourage. Left alone with Mr. Diego, I prepared myself for a tête-à-tête that would shape the course of my future.

Throughout the meeting, the nagging thought of Manuel's early arrival gnawed at my mind. What had transpired in my absence? The unreachable puzzle pieces got out of my grasp, fueling a simmering anger within me. Mr. Diego's words drifted in and out of focus, but I played the dutiful conversationalist, providing well-rehearsed answers while my thoughts remained locked on the mystery that was Manuel.

As the day dissolved into night, the once-promising encounter with Mr. Diego had become a maze of uncertainties. The vision of Manuel, my most hated adversary, tainted the air. The battle within me intensified, driven by an unsettling mixture of ambition, rivalry, and unanswered questions. This day, once destined for greatness, had been marred by the mere sight of my enemy and competition .

As I bid Mr. Diego goodnight, my mind continues to race with thoughts and questions. The events at Mr. Diego's house have left me restless, seeking something to distract me from the turmoil within. "Take me to the club," I command my driver.

Arriving at the vibrant club, I make my way to the exclusive VIP section. I order a drink, but my gaze fixates on nothing in particular as my mind remains preoccupied. Suddenly, a mesmerizing sight captures my attention—a girl dancing gracefully at a nearby pole. Her beauty is striking, and her curves are enticing. However, it becomes apparent that she lacks finesse in her moves, leading to an unintentionally comical performance.

"Bring me that girl," I instruct my bodyguard, unable to resist the curiosity that lingers within me.

CARMEN POV

Dancing on the pole, I feel increasingly uncomfortable in the high heels that adorn my feet. I mimic the actions of other girls, hoping the day will pass swiftly so I can collect my payment and head home. Suddenly, I am approached by a bodyguard who instructs me to join the VIP section. Glancing at my friend Maria, who gives me a sly wink, I cautiously decide to accept the invitation.

I adjust my bra, take a deep breath, and make my way to the VIP area, praying that fate has something better in store for me.

JAVIER POV

Bringing the girl back to a hotel room, I sit on the bed with a bottle of drink in hand, expecting her to fulfill her role. However, she stands frozen near the door, trembling with fear. I can't help but gaze at her, intrigued by her unusual reaction.

"Don't make me come over there," I say with a mischievous grin, attempting to elicit a response.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I've never done this before. I'm the worst person you could have chosen," she stammers, her eyes pleading for understanding.

A virgin stripper?

The thought baffles me as I continue to study her. Rising from the bed, I approach her, and as I look into her beautiful brown eyes, a sudden dizziness overwhelms me. I stumble, trying to steady myself, searching my suit jacket for my pills but coming up empty-handed. A wave of weakness washes over me, leaving me incapacitated.

CARMEN POV

He collapses to the floor, his strength waning, and I find myself uncertain of what to do. Fear lingers in the air as I consider fleeing, but something compels me to stay and help.

Frantically searching his suit jacket, I discover a few pills. In a rush, I fill a cup with water from the tap and drop the pills into it. Raising his head, I carefully pour the mixture into his mouth, hoping to alleviate his distress.

I feel relief wash over me as his muscles relax, allowing me to gently lay him on the bed. Watching him sleep, I can't help but feel sorry for the man before me. A genuine sense of empathy engulfs me as I ponder what illness he may be suffering from.