Love Me Harder +18

6

Despite my outburst towards my family I was forced to attend the wedding for appearances and because I wanted to see what would go down can you blame me I live for the drama

Would the guests try to kill each other? Or would I hear gossip from the wives? Or maybe one of Bethany's hook up will object the marriage. Anything could happen at the wedding of the Don.

The sun had barely risen over my new bedroom, yet the entire household was already a bustle of activity, but at least I didn't have a massive hangover from yesterday's drinking, just a slight headache.

Outside my new bedroom, I heard how the servantsdarted in and out of rooms, their arms must be filledwith flowers, candles, or fine linens.

On this day today my sister Bethany is getting married to him, I didn't want to say his name it made it more real.

I had lingered by the windows of the guestroom of the grand estate where the wedding ceremony will be held,watching the servants finishing up the final decorationsin the large backyard.

My eyes scanning the bustling scene outside the backyard, but my heart felt like it was made of steel,heavy and unbreakable, painfully heavy in my chest.

A gentle knock on the door drew my attention.

It was Lucia the head maid of the grand estate which was owned by Leo and would become my new home since Luciano had gifted my family the lavish grand-estate, I was definitely not going to stay. After the wedding I'm leaving for good.

"Miss Esmeralda it's time to get dressed. Your sister's wedding is just only two hours away." The woman beamed at me

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Thank you, Lucia I-I w-will be ready soon."

I turned away from the window, focusing on the task athand, which was to get dressed.

The dress I was to wear was a shade of pink, very nice shade I loved it, the color complicated my skin.

It was beautiful in a soft way, yet all I could think about was how I wished I didn't have to wear and stand by while watching the man I loved marry my sister.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself or else I would fall apart.

As one week ago, I had confirmed from my older brother, Zane, that this was an arranged marriage, and very few people knew the truth about how they eloped.

They didn't know that it wasn't love that brought them together, but duty and honor, since they had slept together.

But what hurt the most was that Bethany had know about my crush on Leo. She knew about myfeelings for him. She taunted me with it.

She had found out one day when I was stressing about what to get him, people always got him things he didn't need so I wanted his birthday that day to be better, then she read the letter I wrote for him his birthday card.

Bethany had laughed in my face, telling me that a man like Leo would never look my way even if I was dead because I was not enough, I was not important.

I snapped out of my thoughts from the past, and I finished dressing up, putting on my strappy white heels.

I walked towards the mirror inside the guestroomwhich would serve as my new bedroom, and it was way better than the tiny attic I got to sleep in.

I stepped inside the walk-n closet, and stood before themirror, taking a moment to appreciate the makeover.

My blonde hair, soft and full was pulled in a tight bun with my cheeks were lightly dusted with a rosy blush adding that gentle flush that gave me the natural glow of excitement because I couldn't feel any joy or the so called excitement.

My lips were painted with a nude matte lipstick, I didn't enjoy the red it wasn't me, the nude color complementing my blonde hair and my dress adding a final touch of elegance to my look.

Damn, I looked like an angel.

I stood there for a few moments, admiring myself,until I finally decided to make my way downstairs, and outside to the backyard where the final preparations were being made.

The guests were already arriving, their chatter and laughter filling the air as there were underbosses with their wives which had come from different states, along with the captains and a lot of soldiers and bodyguards.

The Syndicate lead by Leo, had grown into a vast organization over the years, with many members joining and spreading its influence over North America, New York, Greece and so many others.

In the beginning, it just started as a drug Syndicate then it expanded till they started selling guns, information you name it, then it grew like an American-Greek Syndicate.

Not only were the men from the Syndicate in attendance but also his allies and syndicate alike, like the Yakuza, the Bratva, the Cosa Nostra and the Chinese mob.

It showed the grave importance of the wedding because if this was one of the captain's wedding then it would be small, but this was Don of the Drakos Syndicate wedding as there were over eight hundred people.

I took a sharp breath in, and I plastered a smile on my face, greeting the guests politely, all the while feeling like I was moving through a dream.

The ceremony was to be held in the backyard. The sunlight shined on the backyard, indicting that it was going to be a beautiful summer day.

I glanced at the very end of the backyard, as the altar had been prepared as well as the long row of seats, and the white carpet which reached the altar, and my older b***h would walk down it to become a married woman.

She was going to become a Drakos woman, have a high title and become a woman which other women look up to in the mafia.

There was one hour left until the wedding ceremony,but oddly enough, my father or my brother was not among the crowd greeting the guests, which they should have done instead of me.

I was the one who was supposed to be with my mother and sisters, while the men were supposed to greet theguests.

I headed back inside the grand-estate back to the second floor towards my older brother's bedroom, but he wasn't there. If he wasn't there, then it meant he was in my father's office.

I sighed as I walked all over towards the other side of the floor where my parent's master bedroom located along with my father's office.

I didn't want to see my father, butI also didn't want to greet the Pahkan of the Bratva or the head of the Irish mob.

The moment I was in front of my father's office, I couldhear things breaking and my father's harsh Italian words like he was angry.

Why would father be angry when the next heir of the Drakos Syndicate would have his blood in their veins?

I opened the door as I stepped inside my father's office ,but the angry man behind the ruined desk hadn't noticed me.