A Wife For The Disabled Mafia Don

Erika’s POV Just when I thought everything will be over; my sufferings in this household and being under the tight watchful gaze of parents that made my life a living hell, life threw the biggest hurdle at me. I've had episodes where breathing was non-existent due to my parents hurting me but nothing prepared me for the severe palpitations I experienced, walking in on my fiance and my supposed sister, making out on my own bed. My vision became a blur, I blinked severally, I stumbled backwards, a hand to my chest, unable to calm down my sudden irregular beating heart. I called out to him, well at least I thought I did, but I had lost my voice. For a second there, I forgot how to make coherent sounds and words. I just watched my eyes pop out of their sockets in disbelief, my chest finally constricting and sending me to fall on my knees. “Erika? Erika?” I was having a severe panic attack, I was trembling and my breaths were coming out in harsh exhales as I struggled to make out the image in front of me. I thought I would go into a shock, but my body freed me and I rose to my feet, surprising myself. All the panic left my blood and got replaced with overwhelming anger. I was overheating with need to be violent. All my veins popped to the surface of my skin, threatening to snap as my nostrils flared in anger. I was like a ticking time bomb, and I didn't even know I had the ability to get this pissed as I had never felt such rage in my entire life. The betrayal stabbed through me like a sword, sinking into my flesh and coming out of the other side, blood gushing out and taking my remaining stamina with it. For the first time in my life, I couldn't handle any of this anymore. It was too much and I never deserved it. “Michael! How could you? We were meant to get married in a month! How could you betray me like this!” I stuttered, my voice sank as I tried to find words. He called out to me earlier, pretending to care when I had the panic attack but now he just laid there, watching me like I was amusement. I couldn't even care less for my sister because I expected such from her. “You know me!” I hit my chest repeatedly, showing him how hurt I was as I bored into his eyes. “I've told you everything! Everything they've done to me. You were supposed to be my savior and get me out of here. You said you loved me so what are you doing with her! On my bed! You don't even respect me? Mocking me to my face?” I faltered when a sinister smile adorned his lips. It was a direct slap to my face and it clearly hurt more than a physical one. “Are you done now?” He asked with raised brows, the amused expression never leaving his face. “Excuse me?” I asked, stunned. “Have you looked at your pathetic self? Why would you even think I want to marry someone like you? I took you in to get close to your sister and yes, she f***s better. You're so lazy. She has everything you don't. Your life is sad. Do I look like some savior? Is that really what you thought? Are you stupid?” “What are you saying, Michael? You can't take any of this back!” My chin wobbled with watery eyes. Warning hung in my voice as the betrayal settled in my heart. No matter what, I would never forget it, even if I wanted to. “I'm saying I'm done with you and I'm getting married to your sister. Yes, the preparations are ongoing. The wedding we've been planning, it's actually for your sister.” Shock clothed me as I took steps back. I couldn't breathe. “Michael, you can't hurt me like this. You can't, after everything we went through together-” My voice betrayed me and shook my senses along with it. I couldn't even be upset anymore, all I felt was hurt. “I went through nothing with you. All you did was drain me with your issues. It's a better package, getting married to Maddy.” Then he leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips, his eyes in me, mocking me. My lips quivered, my chin wobbled, my feet weakened. I wanted to cry alone but I couldn't because they were in my bed. Married? They were getting married? I couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie. Impossible! I couldn't stand it anymore. Just before I could turn around to leave, Maddy's voice cut through the air. “Where do you think you are going? We aren't done talking. Don't worry, I won't get to be the only bride. You're getting married too! I know right! I'm so happy for you!” I whipped around slowly, unsure I had heard her correctly. “Married?” She nodded like she was the most excited. “To who?” “Hmm, I have a feeling you'll love him. He's rich so he'll liberate you from our family. Don't worry, it's still a marriage.” “What are you trying to say?” Something was wrong somewhere. “The disabled old don, he's asking for your hand in marriage. You know, the don that can barely walk or even take himself to the f*****g toilet, that one. We made the decision, I'm guessing mom and dad have not broken the news to you yet.” “What? You're lying!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. My parents hated me but they'll never do this to me! “Mom and dad have signed the papers. It's happening, and it's happening a day after mine. Yes, you're coming to my wedding, whether you like it or not.” “I will never attend it! You're such a terrible person!” I spat and my face contorted in pure anger. “At least I can get any man I want, but your sorry ass can't. Pathetic bitch.” Water poured from my eyes, then flooded my face. This was unbelievable. I had cried tears that would last a lifetime within minutes. I couldn't believe my parents would go this far, even though they hated me. Selling me off to the Mafia don, the disabled one? How? Why? I had heard a lot about him and I have always been terrified of him, disabled or not. There was a time he wasn't. Somehow he ended up getting disabled last year. I had never seen him before. He was the most dangerous man and we often heard about his brutal ways of hurting his enemies. I didn't want to be around such a man at all, enemy or not. How did it even happen? Did my parents reach out and throw me at him because they hated me so much? They wanted to ruin my life to the last? I guess I could never escape my fate. For now, I needed to be anywhere but here, so I ran out of the room, and out of the house. It was dark out at this point, I had worked myself to the bone all day, preparing to have a relaxing bath, only to walk into that. Now, I needed to clear my head so I entered the streets and ran and ran, but maybe, this is just the beginning of my journey.