REBORN AS THE DEVIL’S BRIDE

Mafia Heiress

The sharp heels clicked, the movement emulating confidence, and a malicious attitude attached. Her walks screamed elegance, were her brown eyes calculative. Isadora, her name was Isadora Serrano. The f*****g b***h-ass heiress of the Serrano empire. Her face twitched, stepping inside the mansion. Truthfully speaking, this was the last place she wanted to find herself, but duty calls. Slowly, her footsteps paced down, when the housekeeper had soon spotted her.

“Ma’am,” the man greeted, his head downcast before mouthing, “Sir isn’t around, and he has given strict orders that you shouldn’t be allowed in.” Carefully, the old man informed.

He was the last person Isadora wanted to hear those words from. Sylvester was f*****g with her right now, and she wasn’t in the mood to play his games. Holding her eyes on the housekeeper, who still had his head lowered, Isadora hurled,

“I don’t think my grandfather would be delighted to hear that Sylvester is denying me access to his place. I’m his fiancée, and I refuse to tolerate such level of disrespect from him—” abruptly, her words were cut short when the loud childish voice called out.

Her tiny frame running towards Isadora, “Isa momma!” Alessia yelled, and it had the housekeeper cursing internally before scolding,

“Stop running, Alessia, you’re going to get hurt.” But the three-year-old was too happy to see her Isa momma that she disregarded the words of the housekeeper.

Alessia’s tiny hands came wrapping around Isadora’s legs, where it had the woman merging a forced look of sweetness on her face. She picked the tiny figure, where Alessia didn’t waste time showering Isadora’s face with kisses.

“That’s enough, Alessia, sweetest, don’t ruin momma’s makeup.” But the child didn’t listen, her mouth continuously ruining Isadora’s makeup. “Enough!” She yanked the child away, putting her on the ground, before hardly grabbing her tiny arms. “You’re so f*****g stubborn, girly!” She wasn’t someone who was fond of children, especially not the one belonging to Sylvester Kings. She couldn’t understand the f*****g reason her grandfather wanted her to marry a man who already has a kid. What would the society say about her?

It was something that always got her infuriated, because Sylvester himself wasn’t willing to back down from the marriage. But it was fine. That was why she was here—to finally end things once and for all.

The housekeeper quickly removed the child from Isadora’s hold, not wanting things to escalate. Tears watered on the child’s face.

“Why are you scolding me, Isa momma? Bad Isa momma, bad!” Alessia had her head buried in the housekeeper’s neck, crying her eyes out. And it was then Isadora knew that she had f****d up. Christ, this child was a f*****g brat! She most definitely didn’t want to spend her days taking care of another woman’s child.

Masking up a pretentious look, that even the housekeeper saw through it. “I’m really sorry, baby, I’m sorry.” Her hands reached to take the child, but the housekeeper was quite reluctant. But she managed to get Alessia. She wiped her tears. “I’m sorry. How about some coconut milk for sweet Alessia?” And that seemed to have been enough to stop the little girl from crying, as it was her favorite milk.

Isadora snapped at the housekeeper, “Have you gone deaf! Didn’t you hear me? Get some coconut milk for the child.” But the housekeeper was still rooted there. Trembling, he voiced,

“She already had a glass of coconut milk this morning. She can’t have another glass, it’s not good for her health.”

The little girl had some chronic health condition where they had to monitor everything she takes. The housekeeper’s response triggered something in Isadora, knowing that the old hag was disobeying her. She would definitely have the fucker fired.

Not wanting to allow her anger to slip out, she calmly worded, “Then bring some cookies for the both of us. I will take her to her room.”

But the child in her arms decided to throw another tantrum. “No! No! Alessia wants coconut milk.”

“You can’t have coconut milk, baby, but how about some cookies? If your daddy finds out, he won’t be happy with Alessia. Do you want that?” The little girl shook her head. Isadora gave a satisfied smile. She headed to the little girl’s room.

Dropping her on her bed, Isadora’s eyes swept through the cartoonish princess room. It didn’t take long before the housekeeper came back, a plate of cookies in his hold.

“Has she taken her medication today?” questioned Isadora, and it got the housekeeper shaking his head, saying,

“She has refused. Sir said that he would give it to her himself once he returns.” And it spiked something in the woman’s head.

“Bring her medication, I will give it to her.” She took the plate of the cookies, discharging the man so that he can bring the girl’s medication.

The housekeeper’s mouth hung open, where he stuttered, “A-are you sure? Alessia throws tantrums, and it’s normally hard to get her to take them.”

A glare was passed to the housekeeper, where he nodded, leaving to bring the medication.

“I don’t want them, ewww.” Alessia shook her head.

“Don’t you want me to become your Momma, Alessia? If you take them, I won’t ever leave you.” She knew how to handle the spoilt brat. Though the girl had some big dreams of her becoming her mother, Isadora knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Alessia’s eyes widened. “Really? And you will stay here with us?” Isadora shook her head, and what seemed impossible—the girl took all the medication before the eyes of the housekeeper that his mouth hung open in awe. Even he couldn’t get the child to take her medication, and this woman just handled it.

Isadora took a bite from the cookie, staring at the child who was happily stuffing her face with cookies until… blood flowed down her nose.

———

Seated in his office, his face showed that he was stressed out. Sylvester tugged the buttons of his shirt off. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper sleep.

“You can’t be f*****g kidding me, Viktor. This isn’t going to end well. Has the godfather found out about this?” He couldn’t f*****g believe that he wasn’t careful enough to have allowed such a big mistake to happen.

“He hasn’t, but it won’t take long before it reaches him. Five of our good men were killed, and the fucker f*****g called off the deal at the last moment,” Viktor told, already knowing that this was going to turn into a bloodbath soon.

“What about the stuff?”

“It wasn’t delivered, and I heard from Simon that they are already running out of it. This isn’t good, Sylvester. We have to find an alternative supplier now that they called off the deal on us.”

Sylvester slammed the table hard. How could he have allowed that f*****g fool to play him? He was so f*****g focused on the deal with the Spanish underground people that he completely forgot about the Romeos deal. If the godfather should find out about this, he knew that it was only going to get worse.

“Where is Romeos?”

“We can’t f*****g locate him, but I did find where some of the people he hired for the job are—some people called the Pentax Organization. They handle all his dirty business.”

Bingo, that was his cue, thought Sylvester. Standing up, he brought out his guns. “Let’s pay those fuckers a visit.”

“Detective Chen is watching our every move, Sylvester. We can’t have a bloodbath in the city right now. The unwanted attention isn’t something we want.”

“I don’t f*****g care, Viktor. Romeos f*****g f****d with me, and he f*****g thinks that he can play with me? No one stabs Sylvester Kings.” His eyes shot to his phone, which flashed Markus’s number.

“What’s it?”

“Alessia and Ms. Isadora were rushed to the hospital.”