The Mafia’s Undercover Bride

Chapter 6

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married.

Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready.

The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

“Mikolos?” she asked just to be sure.

“Yes, Miss Gonzalez, I am Mikolos,” he acknowledges, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I called the General Commissioner and told him about the situation; there is nothing we can do about this. Roberto Fernandez has already seen your face. Plus, this is an advantage for the police force; once you go into the Fernandez mansion, you would probably get more evidence about the mafia than in the Gustav mansion. The Fernandez are at the very top of the food chain; even the most ruthless mafia families fear them, so you have to be more careful. Once you enter their household, do not contact the police force under any circumstance, unless you have gotten enough evidence about them and you are ready to leave,” Mikolos said, and she reluctantly nodded.

In a blink of an eye, Mikolos had quietly slipped out of her room, leaving her in deep thought, so that basically meant she was on her own until she had sufficient evidence against the cartel. But on the other hand, she did not care; she did not expect the police force to care about her. It is not like they cared enough to investigate her father's murderer when he died, plus she had her own selfish purpose as well. And Mikolos was right; going straight into the king of the Mafia's den would give her more firsthandinformation about everyone who is active in the cartel, including the i***t that killed her father.

“So sorry for our lateness, Senorita; the traffic was so bad,” a male voice said as her door was flung open and a man followed by four other women walked in rolling in her wedding gown.

“That is no problem,” she replied calmly.

They immediately got to work and began to do her hair and makeup.

Just when they were done with her makeup, Elena opened the door and walked inside, looking nervous.

“What’s wrong? The groom’s side has been ready for a long time,” she said angrily.

“Relax, it is just 11am,” Ana Sophia replied nonchalantly.

“Just 11 am? Don’t you know that the auspicious time is 12pm?” Elena retorted angrily.

“If she is not done before twelve, your heads will be gone,” she said to the glam team with a ruthless gaze before walking away. Once she was gone, the glam team looked at themselves with horror and shivered before they began speeding up the process.

They unzipped her wedding dress from the bag it was kept in and brought it out. Ana Sophia marveled at the sight of her wedding dress, wondering how they were able to prepare such a beautiful wedding gown in just two days.

It was a white ball gown-style wedding dress with a corset bodice. The arms and shoulders of the gown were the same shade as her skin, while the rest of the gown was embedded in white crystals and diamonds.

With immense care they helped her get into the gown; it fit her like a glove, it hugged her waist, and the shiny diamonds and crystals caught every flicker of light and reflected it, giving an angelic feeling. The gown plus her makeup and hair made her look like a princess bride.

She walked out of the room with a little bit of difficulty, as the gown was heavy.

By the side of the room door was a large full-sized mirror. She walked in front of it and was marveled by her beauty; she never expected she would look this beautiful. She thought her look at her welcome banquet was the height of it.

Elena hurriedly walked in the hallway preparing to enter the room; her once raging heart calmed down when she saw that Ana Sophia was ready and out of the room.

“Good,” Elena said with a smile of satisfaction, satisfied that it was not her darling daughter in that wedding dress getting married to the most ruthless man in the cartel.

“Since your father is not around, I will walk you down the aisle,” Elena said with a smile. She grabbed Ana Sophia's hands and led her to the main chapel.

Ana Sophia bent her head to whisper into Elena’s ear.

“You feel so satisfied getting me married in your daughter’s place, hmn? You forgot that once I am in the Fernandez mansion, one wrong move from me will not only get you killed, but also your darling husband and daughter that are in custody. You better pray everything goes well.” Ana Sophia whispered with an evil smirk; hearing what she said, Elena almost stumbled but quickly regained her composure.

With her smile intact, she led Ana Sophia to the door; the large chapel doors were flung open by two guards with loaded rifles at their sides.

Seeing that the door was open, the crowd turned to look at her and gasped in awe of her beauty.

The people invited to her wedding were high dignitaries, politicians, mafia lords, and rich capitalists, all seated there happily watching her walk into fire.

After scanning the crowd, she looked forward to see the man she was about to marry. She held her breath at the sight of him; she could not lie to herself, he was a gorgeous man, contrary to her expectations, but his ruthless reputation had canceled his gorgeousness. His neatly combed black hair, his tanned skin, and his sharp jawbones all brought his look together, but his wicked gaze on her made chills spread round her body.

His gaze on her was cold, with no expression; no one could even guess what was going on in his mind.

The walk to the altar felt too short for her, but to the crowd she was walking as elegantly as possible.

By the time she reached the altar, Elena nervously handed Ana Sophia's hands to Jose; luckily, he held her hands.

They stood at the altar with the priest, her hands in his, no bridesmaid, no groomsmen, while Roberto sat in the very front with a very pleased smile on his face.

She did not hear all the things the priest was saying until he asked her if she was willing to take Jose as her loving husband.

“Yes, I do,” she said with a shaky voice.

“Jose Fernandez, do you take Mariana Elizabeth Gonzalez as your loving wife, to love her for better or for worse?” the priest asked Jose, and after a pregnant pause, he answered.

“I do,” his lips twitching. Seeing that, that was when she realized that Jose was actually unhappy about their marriage. Fear gripped her soul. If he was unhappy, imagine how much worse he would make her life. Would he vent his anger on her every day? Why did she not think of this scenario before she got married to him?

“By the power vested in me, I now declare you husband and wife; you may kiss the bride.” The priest said happily, and the hall erupted in applause.

Before she could think, Jose grabbed her still with a cold look and brought his lips down to hers, then pulled away. It was just a short peck, and she felt nothing but dread.