Married to the Dangerous Don

10

Sam had to leave the next day; she said she had work stuff to take care of, and as much as I didn't want her to leave, she was right; she had to go.

I can't rope my best friend into my toxic marriage; she has her own life to live, and I understand that.

She begged me to call her if anything happens again and I told her I will.

Now it was just me and my colorful room and nothing to do.

I hadn't gone downstairs all day; in fact, I barely ate that day.

I just munched on the vegetable chips I had in my room and drank yogurt.

All I just wanted was to fall asleep and wake up and find myself back in America, away from all these men in my life that seem to be f*****g me up.

Then, about a few minutes before dinner, Mrs Williams came into my room with a sympathetic face.

I groaned inwardly.

The last thing I needed right now was someone feeling pity for me.

Another rule in feminism states that you should not allow people to pity you; it'll make you look weak, especially if you succumb to it.

"How are you doing, dear,," she asked sweetly, walking over to my bed.

I gave her a weary smile, "I'm fine".

"I haven't seen you all day. You didn't come down for breakfast or lunch, and I don't want you sleeping on an empty stomach", she said.

"I wasn't hungry- I'm not hungry", I said.

She sat on the bed beside me and brushed my black sleek hair.

"I heard about yesterday, I'm so-"

"It's okay, Mrs Williams, you don't have to be sorry about anything really, I'm fine now, thank you." I cut her immediately before she made me feel worse than I already am.

"Won't you at least come down for dinner?", she asked.

"I really don't want to".

"Okay, at least eat something; I've got something you may like in the kitchen; you can have it here in your room, c'mon, please, "she pressed.

She's so caring, I wonder how she found herself with these bastards.

I sighed, "Okay, let's go to the kitchen, "I said, and she smiled.

At least I could stretch my legs a little.

I got up grumpily and walked out of the room with Mrs Williams right in front of me.

We walked down the stairs together, and I heard little voices coming from the dining table.

As soon as I was in view, the talking stopped.

My eyes quickly scanned all of them on the table and landed on Amber's for a split second, and then I darted my eyes away.

I walked into the kitchen, and Mrs Williams and I started making something that I could eat, and then I walked out of the kitchen carrying my plate upstairs.

"Lexy ".

Okay yes, I have nurtured intense hatred for this man.

I have given myself a thousand and one reason to hate him, to despise him, to have him irritating, but whenever I hear his voice, my body sparks, it quivers, and it's not for fear; it's for something I certainly do not understand.

I turned around, and my eyes went immediately to his, holding his gaze frowning, and everything in my face held danger.

"Are you - I'm I'm -"

"Please, I don't need your sympathy, and I'm fine, thank you," I answered calmly, trying to be on my best behavior; I'm not ready for another irrelevant argument in front of his brothers, Housekeeper, and best friend, no!

He didn't say anything, he just kept staring at me.

I sighed, no, this isn't going to work; I have to air myself out, please.

I walked slowly to the dining table and dropped my plate.

"Amber I want to ask you a question", I started.

He didn't give a reply, so I continued, "Are we actually married? I really have to ask?" .

He didn't say anything, so I continued.

"Now, okay, let's leave the part that my father feels like I need you to keep me alive or whatever, and let's also Leave the part that you are incapable of loving someone- anyone, in this world other than yourself; let's leave all those well-detailed parts out of this story. If I was a woman you had a romantic story with, a courtship, an actual engagement party, a real wedding, a real love, a real marriage with if I fortunately, was that woman, would you sit there and allow your father ask me to strip and be fine with it, will you?", I questioned the silence but sternly.

He swallowed.

For someone who is feared by the entire continent and half the world, I guess I might have him off the hook.

I'm proud of the fact that I can make him speechless.

I'm proud that I have this much power over him.

The silence was everything that happened and in between.

His silence told the answer.

I chuckled and carried my plate.

"Of course, you wouldn't; well too bad I'm not that woman, "I said and walked upstairs, slamming my bedroom door shut.

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Two months gone, and it has been anything but endurable.

The routine continued over and over again.

Wake up, take a long shower, brush my teeth, have breakfast in my room, fall asleep, wake up, have lunch in my room, sketch some stuff in my sketchbook, have dinner in my room, and watch Netflix till I fall asleep.

Nothing changed, nothing improved. Most times, I'll be on the phone with Sam, and she'll tell me all about how her day was the new guy she's seeing, and how he had gotten her attention.

Today, I was sketching something when I got a call, and I checked the caller ID, and it was my dad.

I rolled my eyes and planned on ignoring it like how I've been doing lately.

Sam said she told my dad about what happened, and ever since then, he's been trying to get me to talk to him, which I bluntly refused because he fucken sold me into this marriage with $300,000 for 10 Goddamn years of my life!!!

Then I sighed and decided to just give him 3 minutes of my time to hear him apologize again like he always used to.

I pick up the call and put it on speaker, I don't say anything

"Lexy", he calls in a broken voice.

God!!!

I hate when he sounds like that; it reminds me of when my mother and sister died when I was a little girl.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked coldly, pushing sympathy aside.

I grabbed my pencil and continued drawing.

"I've - I've been trying to reach out to you", he started.

"Well I'm here now", I mumbled.

He exhaled, "Lexy, I'm sorry for dragging you into all this." he immediately broke down.

"Well, you're definitely not forgiven, Dad you aren't. I was going to forgive you for marrying me off to another one of your Mafia friends, I was going to forgive you for marrying me off to the most feared Don in the continent, but I can't forgive you for selling me off for $300,000 for ten years!!! Ten f*****g years of my life, who were you thinking!! What do you take me for? A property?", I was yelling now.

"I just want you to be safe-" he sobbed.

"Safe?! Is this what you call being safe?!! Sexually harassed by my so-called husband's father and watching the same person who's supposed to keep me safe stand there and do nothing about it!!!! That's what you call safe?!! Ever since I stepped foot here, my sanity flew away and I've been walking on eggshells since I arrived, going through mental trauma, worse even than the physical ones I went through when I was just 13 still because of you! all because of you and you call this safe!!", I screamed.

He was sobbing, he was crying at the other end, I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know he has apologized timelessly about what happened to me when I was younger, and I know he said he was going to be a better father to me, I know he's trying to, but this doesn't change anything, this doesn't change the fact that those memories have been plastered to the back of my head and it's never coming off, ever.

I exhaled.

"Dad, I'm sorry, "I mumbled, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be yelling. I'm just frustrated; this is nothing near what I expected; my whole life is a mess", I said, not even hearing my own voice.

"I want you safe Lexy, that's all", he choked out.

"I'd being safe involves me going through all these I'm going through here, I rather die then", I said.

"I don't want you to die", he cried."I want you alive, and I know you want yourself alive too; you have so many dreams and goals to accomplish, and you have a long life to live; I don't want my entire lineage to go just because of my mistakes, Lexy please, You have to live, please".

I started battling with tears; I wasn't going to cry...no never!!!

"Believe me when I say he's the only person in the world that can save you, I mean it, no one else can, please, your life is too important than you can think of please try not to rebel please, if Amber changes his mind that's the end of you so please stay alive and for once just drop your feminism and do what he says please ", he was pleading with me, he was crying, I could feel tears in my eyes, I blinked them away.

This thing he's asking me to do is hard.

He's asking me to take away from me, he's asking me to kill myself and be someone else that Amber wants, that the Mattew family wants, A submissive housewife

"Your mother and sister never got the opportunity to live, now you have a choice, please do not make any mistake, please Lexy, I would die for you, I swear, but I, want you to live, so p, please, please live, "he said and ended the call.

I dropped the phone slowly on the bed and hugged my body to my knees, and realization started to hit me slowly.

I'm going to die.

If I don't do what they want, if I'm not submissive, if I continue with this attitude and Amber gets sick of it, I'm going to fucken die and my entire life story will end just like that.

I started whimpering, realizing that I was doomed for the next Ten years.

A soft knock on the door drags me out of my thoughts.

My body quivers as I walk to the door and open it and I'm face to face with him.

I can't seem to hide the fear and horror on my face.

And I'm just realizing that I've been messing with a man who drove a hammer into someone's head some weeks ago; I'm talking to someone who is feared by the entire continent.

I've been messing with him.

What gives me the feeling that he wouldn't snap one day and end me once and for all.

He sees the fear in my face; he sees it all.

Impossible to hide. He gives me a sympathetic Look, he hasn't looked at me with that kind of face.

I've been fuckin, with the, most feared family in the continent!!

I fucken spoke back at his father!

I'm surprised he didn't kill me that day!

Fuck I'm so lucky.

"My father wants to see you," he says,s breaking the silence.

"Again, he adds with a clenched jaw and a long frown on his face.

My mouth hung slightly and I swallowed hard.