Forever Bound To Him

CHAPTER TWO

Alexandra swallowed the lump in her throat. She wanted to open her mouth to greet him, or prostrate to him, just anything. But she couldn't. She was stiff and his stares weren't helping matters. So, this is Royal Damien. The ruthless Mafia lord everyone feared.

She had expected to see someone older, not this young man! She could bet he was twenty five. Holy crap, he should be in college!

“What's going on in that little brain of yours?” He asked with his baritone voice, that shook her a little.

“I…am…” she stuttered.

“Leave us.” He said to his men and they all dispersed, leaving just the both of them alone.

“This is worse than I thought,” Alexandra said to herself, fidgeting with her hands.

His stares were creeping her out, but he cared less, “Amelia, wifey,” he called, grinning widely.

Amelia?? He just called her Amelia. She thought to herself. He had obviously made a mistake. She wanted to correct that, but she kept mute instead.

“The house is yours as much as it's mine,” he said to her, sipping his wine quietly.

She looked up at him, “What is really going on in his head?” She said to herself. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't good. There was something about the way he looked at her. His smile was creepy - and wicked too.

“Vincenzo!” He called and a male chef came running from the kitchen.

“Yes sir,” he said, bowing before him.

“Take my wife to her room,” he said and Vincenzo looked over at her.

“Follow me, ma'am,” Vincenzo said, standing before her. “I'll carry your bag.”

“Trash that bag,” Royal ordered, startling them. “She has more than enough clothes in her wardrobe. Besides, I wouldn't want filth in my house.”

“Okay sir,” Vincenzo replied, looking at her.

Alexandra held her bag firmly, not wanting to let go. “You just have to obey him.” Vincenzo whispered to her. “It's too early to get into his bad books.”

“I'm already in his bad books,” She wanted to say to him, so she released the bag to him and turned to Royal.

“What do you want from me?” She asked him, trying to straighten herself.

“She finally found her voice,” he said, smirking mischievously. “For a moment, I thought you were dumb.” She gasped. “Take my wife to her room, Vinc. I won't repeat it again.” And with that, he turned and walked away.

There was something about the way he called her his wife. It wasn't out of love or anything close to it. He had something up his sleeves. Something she couldn't point out.

“Walk carefully, ma’am.” Vinc said, as they walked up the stairs leading to her room.

“It's Alexandra, sir,” She said calmly, smiling at him.

“You don't expect me to call you that. Sir Royal won't waste time before chopping my head off.”

She giggled, “I insist. My name is Alexandra, not Ma’am. I'm too young for that.”

Soon, they got to her room. It was a very big bedroom, two times bigger than her home in Licata. The walls are painted pink, just the way she liked it.

There is a big bed in the middle of the room. The bed has four pillows and a nice pink blanket too. Just by the bed, there is a big window that lets in lots of sunlight with windows that have pretty white and pink curtains.

There is also a desk in the room where she can study and write. Royal really made the room to suit her taste.

“But earlier, I heard the master call you Amelia,” Vincenzo said, interrupting her thoughts.

“Ohh, that,” she said. “He must have made a mistake. Amelia is my twin sister.”

“That explains it,” he said. “I'll bring your dinner once it's ready.”

“I'd appreciate that.” She replied, gratefully and he walked out with her bag in his hands.

Immediately he shut the door, she let out the sigh she's been holding. Finally, she's alone. She smiled to herself. It's unbelievable how her life could just change in few hours. She remembered the look on her mom's face in the window and she exhaled. They had really hurt her badly, and she doubts if she would ever be able to forgive them.

Few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. True to his words, Vinc brought her dinner up to her room. Alexandra was super grateful. She decided to forget her worries and focus on regaining her strength instead.

“You like it?” Vinc asked, looking at her as she munched on the fries.

She smiled at him, “Like it? I love it!” She exclaimed. “This is great! No wonder Royal employed you.”

“He's my brother.” Vinc said. She looked up at him.

“His brother?” She asked.

“Yes, he is. But I'll rather not talk about it.” He said, packing up her plates.

“I'm sorry,” she said.

He chuckled, “For what exactly?”

“For prying,” she said, making him laugh harder.

“I'm sure it'll be nice having you around, Alexandra. And no, you weren't prying.” He said and walked out of her room.

“Thanks for keeping me company!” She shouted after him.

“It's nothing, anytime.” He responded and she smiled lightly.

“You were asked to get her dinner, not chit chat!” Royal scowled from the staircase. Alexandra shivered.

“I'm sorry, sir.” Vinc apologized.

“Get out!” He screamed, walking straight to her room. Each step he took made her heart beat rapidly.

“I don't bite you know,” Royal said, smiling mischievously as he walked into her room, settling on her bed.“I designed this room just the way you like it.”

“I'll like to get ready for bed,” She said with her head bowed down.

He looked up at her, “You're chasing me out?”

“No, not that. I just want to get dressed for bed. That's all.”

Royal's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Alexandra, his mind racing with different thoughts. Something was wrong somewhere. Amelia was fiesty, what changed?

“We are officially married, Amelia,” he said, his voice cold and detached. Alexandra looked up at him. Once again he had called her Amelia. What exactly was going on? She thought. “You're going to stand by my side and smile, and you're going to do it without complaining.”

Alexandra's eyes widened in horror as she watched him stand up from his chair. His face twisted into a cruel smile as he watched her reaction. He knew that he had her right where he wanted her, and he wasn't going to make life easy for her.

“You see, Amelia, I own you,” he continued, his voice dripping with malice. “I have you and your entire family in my palm, and if you don't do exactly as I say, I'll make sure that you all suffer for the rest of your miserable lives.”

Alexandra's face went white. He was scarier than she thought. He didn't even bat an eyelid as he spat out those words.

“Don't worry sweet, you'll surely have a nice time here,” He said with a sinister grin plastered on his face.