To Marry a Mafia Don

Chapter 4 - The wedding Night

_______________ Jia's POV :

"My wedding night with a stranger" I swallowed hard, my voice low with dread.

Boris furrowed his brows as his expression changed towards.

"My lady!" He carefully stopped me, his voice low and cautious.

"Be careful with your words"

Great, I told myself. All my life I had lived by rules, especially ones set by my father and now, when I had hoped it wouldn't be the same here, it was practically far worse.

Who was I kidding? I had just gotten here and was already being told what to and not to say. I wasn't going to keep quiet while he spoke to me like that.

"And is he not a stranger" I retorted before I could stop myself.

Boris furrowed his brow and was about to respond.

But before he could, Madame Lou let out a nervous laugh and quickly slipped her hand through my arm, gently pulling me away from him.

"Now now, my Lady. You shouldn't be making enemies on your first day here" She advised.

"I'll try not to" I let out a smile and she shook her head smiling.

"Your generation of brides are something else"

"Now let's not keep master Zayne waiting. It's best we get you settled soon" she took my hand and led me through a grand staircase.

And I thought its outer part was majestic? The interior was almost surreal. But things started to get real when we got to a particular floor. It was different from the other floors. It had this dark aura emitting from every corner.

I noticed something strange - not a single curtain on that floor was open. They were all black in color and were firmly shut. How strange!

"We're here my lady" Madame Lou announced as she flung open the giant doors of one of the rooms.

My jaw dropped as my heart instantly sunk into my stomach. Flowers? Candles! These people weren't joking, were they?

I looked up to find Madame Lou staring at me, her eyes narrowed down like she could relate to what i was thinking about.

"You know, master Zayne is *not too bad* if you get to know him" she gently let out

"Not too bad?" I laughed.

If not too bad meant leaving your own bride at the altar, getting armed goons to pick her up and wanting your first meeting with her to be on bed, then I badly needed to redefine the meaning of 'bad'.

Madam Lou walked over to the dressing mirror, took out lots of dressing equipment and kept them on the table.

"Come sit, my Lady. When I am done with you, Master would never be able to resist you" She told me and without giving it a thought, I sat down.

The way she gently pulled the strands of my hair with the comb reminded me of Nala. She would always loosen the strands gently before actually starting to give me a hairdo.

It was something I enjoyed.

"Your blonde hair is so beautiful, my lady" Madame Lou remarked and I smiled.

It was the first time in a while I had smiled without faking it and it did feel good. It wasn't just the compliment but in a way I felt strangely relaxed and comfortable in this new place.

Is this what it means to have peace. I thought to myself. Staying here might not be that bad then. Even if I didn't stay here - I was never going back to father's house. That - I was sure of.

I was no more than a prisoner when I was there and returning to that life is the last thing i would ever think of doing.

"All done, my Lady. Take a look"

She didn't need to say more. I was mesmerized by how elegant I looked.

"And now. For the final touch" she smiled.

She opened the dressing drawer and slid out a transparent white night dress.

My heart sank to my stomach as I tried to catch my breath taking a look at the abomination of an outfit she was holding out.

"You want me...to wear - that" I tilted my head, trying to make sense of it but it wasn't working.

She smiled as she handed it over to me.

"Trust me, no man will be able to resist you in this - not even Don Caruso himself" she snorted and raised it up.

I pulled back my chair and got up as I walked over to the window, lost in thought as she followed behind me.

"I have never been with a man before" I let out - my voice, low and cracking"

She reached out and gently rubbed my shoulder.

"Master Zayne isn't as bad as you think, my Lady"

Her words made me snap instantly and my eyes began twitching as I turned to meet her gaze.

"Not as bad as I think? What do you expect me to think" I yelled - my voice louder than I meant for it be.

"I was pulled out of a home, that never wanted me in the first place - into another home where i am now being seen as nothing but a bed mate. A groom who didn't bother to come to his own wedding is about to walk through that damn door and take my first time like it means nothing and put a baby in me. And you think it's not that bad!"

I exhaled deeply, trying to catch my breath as I buried my face deep into my palms. Frustration was only a tip of what I felt right now.

I was having mood swings that I was never used to having, panicking like a lost sheep and no one ever cared to ask about what I actually wanted - what I would prefer. No one - Not here, Not back at home and it was painful.

Lou kept her head down the entire time in silence like she hadn't heard a single word I had said.

"You know" She responded, lifting her chin to meet my gaze.

"Zayne never had it easy either while growing up" she began and I softened my gaze on hearing what she had just said.

What did she mean he didn't have it easy either. He was an f'ing Mafia Don. Didn't they kill people for a living?

"His mom was a mistress who had worked for the Caruso's all her life and was impregnated by Zayne's father."

"He was an illegitimate child who faced abuse - both physically and emotionally even before he was old enough to speak properly. The Late Don's actual wife had tortured his mother immensely. She threatened her to stop her from revealing him to the Don"

"And that was only the humane part of what he faced. His story is known by all who serve him. And despite how hard his childhood was, he still looks out for his loved ones and protects them - even if it means risking his"

My breath caught in my throat as she explained.

"If he truly is all that. Why then is he in a hurry to bed me without even getting to know me" I asked, my voice a bit cracked.

She sighed as she turned again to me.

"The Don is desperately in need of an heir, my lady" She let out, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this but his life is in danger without one and his late father already bethroted him to you in his will"

My eyes widened in surprise. I blankly stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"He isn't a bad person, my Lady. He is just in need and doesn't know how to ask for help. The whole empire will be grateful to you if you comply with him and help him"

Maybe I was - being too quick to judge them. The bedding ceremony was indeed rushed but I now understood he had his reasons.

My heart beat rapidly inside my chest as I strutted over to the dressing mirror. I had no idea what I was doing but if I was going to start over a new life, why not make myself useful while at it.

I strung on the weird looking nightgown as I turned to Lou.

"Are you going to help me or what??" I smiled as she gleefully trudged over to where I stood.

She helped me take a bath and get into the gown as we prepared in wait.

"He's going to be here anytime soon, my Lady. Just put on your robe and Lie on the bed. It'll all play out naturally" She said and I nodded.

I slid into the white robe and she helped me into the bed.

"I'll leave you now, my lady. He will be here anytime soon" I nodded and she turned to leave.

"Call me jia" I told her as she turned to look at me and smiled before shutting the door behind her.

As I lay there in wait, beads of sweats began forming again on my forehead and knots also began forming in my stomach. This was the tensest I had ever been in my life.

For a moment, my panic returned - but I quickly brushed it off. I saw how happy she was when I decided to help. I could tell they seriously needed my help. I mean - how hard could it be to bed someone? Right? I gulped as strange thoughts began filling my head.

They were instantly interrupted by the door opening. I gulped - swallowing hard through my throat as my breath heaved through the soft mattress uncontrollably. I clutched to the bed for dear life, trying to calm my heart which was now hammering intensely against my ribcage.

The footsteps grew louder as it slowly inched towards the bed. Oh God - I don't think I'm ready for this.

If this is how my new life begins, then God help me survive what comes after.