Wedding of her dreams
1663 Words
¶VIOLET¶
The wedding was officially over. I had thought I would pass out, or my cheeks would drop from the fake smile I was forced to flash everyone who walked up to me to congratulate me.
As my eyes darted across the half empty cathedral, my orbs fell on the side profile of my husband, Luciano Sin Russo.
I looked over at him, drinking in the sight of his tanned skin in an all black tuxedo, and a gray colored undershirt. His jet black hair was styled into a middle parted sleek bun. The bun was tied into a firm knot at the back of his head.
My eyes caught the tattoo of a red rose drawn at the back of his right palm. His left was tucked into his pocket, and I wondered if there was a drawing there as well.
I had thought I would be forced to marry his old father. Even though it was not much of a consolation, it was good to be married to someone who was at least seven years older than me.
And devilishly handsome, my subconscious roared. I felt heat rise to my cheeks at the thought.
He turned his eyes towards me and our gazes locked. My breath hitched in that instant and I turned away from him, flushed with embarrassment.
Before I could make another turn, a firm hand clasped around my right elbow, seizing me from behind.
Alarmed, I turned sharply to find my father glaring at me.
He flashed a fake smile at some elderly lady that walked past us, and I swallowed hard.
The man was really a killer. How had I not seen this part of him all my life? I asked myself.
“Seguimi. Come with me.” His harsh tone whispered into my right ear. I sucked in a deep breath as he dragged me to a corner of the church. The wedding dress I stood in was already beginning to suffocate me.
“Be careful, Violet.” He started to speak. Though his sentence was meant to show concern, there was no look of concern in his eyes. He was nothing but a deadly dictator who would not hesitate to have my head if I dared to disobey him.
“Luciano Sin Russo is not stupid. He must have his suspicions already. If his father decided to give Scarlett to him, then that’s fine. But you must make sure he never finds out you are not Scarlett, because if he does…” He paused and leaned closer to me. I could feel his hot breath fan the back of my right ear. I flinched at the heat.
“I will kill you before Alvaro Russo finds me and kills me. If I go down because of you, you go down too.”
I clutched the sides of my dress, while my fingers trembled with fear.
My father meant every word he had said, I knew he did.
He took hold of my right arm and started to pull me along as he walked. It did not take minutes for me to know we were walking towards my husband.
Oh no!
I could feel my heart summersault in my chest. I did not want to be so close to him, not this early, when I was not ready to deal with how he made me feel.
After the stunt he had pulled earlier, I had come to discover he was a total douche.
However, my father did not seem to share in my sentiment.
He planted me in front of Luciano Russo, a fake smile splashed across his face.
“Ahh! The man of the hour!” My father called out. I kept my eyes glued to my feet. Looking into those dark eyes filled with boredom would kill me.
He did not even consider me worthy of an appropriate facial expression.
“Take her to the car. I’ll join shortly.” His deep baritone resonated from the drums of both my ears.
Two rather large men appeared by my side and squeezed me between them.
“Come with us, Mrs. Russo.”
My orbs flickered up to my husband. He had already turned away from me. I leered at my father and found him smiling vacantly. He was more than glad to get rid of me, knowing that his daughter was safe. His real daughter, the one he had given birth to.
I was escorted into the back seat of a black Bugatti. I settled into the leather seats of the car, squeezing my sweaty palms together.
I waited for almost twenty minutes, before the driver slid into the front seat. The car’s engine roared to life, but my husband was yet to appear.
I looked outside the tinted windows, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, I sunk into the leather seats, shoulders slouched.
A woman’s wedding day was to be the happiest day of her life, it was a pity mine had to be this way.
“Excuse me, Signor.” I called out to the driver, when the car began to move.
“Signor Luciano…”
“Will meet you at home. He is riding in another car.” The driver cut in.
“Oh.” I fell back into my seat.
“Grazie. Thank you.” I continued.
He must have been so irritated by my presence not to be able to bear a car ride with me. But did he have to be so cruel?
I did not want this marriage either! Hell! I had always dreamed of meeting someone who would love and adore me for me! Did I seem to him like I was desperate to get married?
I kept my gaze outside the window for the rest of the ride. I did not know how long it took, but we finally arrived at the Russo mansion, my new home.
New home. I did not know how to feel, or if I could think about the mansion that spread out into multiple acres of land, as home.
The car stopped and the door beside me opened. A man dressed in a uniform of a white plain shirt, and black suit pants stretched a gloved hand towards me.
I smiled dryly and placed my hand in his.
“Welcome to your new home, Mrs. Russo. I am Alphonso, and I would be here to cater to your every need.” He spoke sweetly, smiling at me.
I stepped out of the car and returned his smile. It was the first time I was smiling genuinely. Perhaps not everyone who lived with and worked for the mafia were total dirtbags.
“Please, follow me. The Russo daughters await your return.”
I blinked rapidly.
Russo what?!
The twin doors of the mansion opened up immediately and we stood in front of them. I stepped into a glittering white room.
From the tiles, to the high rise walls, the furniture, and even the chandelier that adorned the roof, everything sparkled with pure white. Not a speck of dust seemed to exist in this room.
Three ladies rose from their sofas to stare at me.
I was not welcome there.
“Right. Another one.” The first lady spoke, rolling her eyes as she fell back into her seat.
She must have been the eldest Russo daughter.
Who could have thought that the deadly Alvaro Russo had female children of his own?! How did he even treat them?! Considering the fact that he was a demon to the rest of the world.
“At least, she’s prettier than the others.” The second jabbed. Her eyes scanned through me as she settled into the leather sofa behind her.
The last, who I also presumed was the youngest, let out a dry and bitter scoff.
“Doesn’t mean she’ll die any differently. You know how father gets. She’ll just end up as another dead pawn on his f*****g chessboard. Finnochio di merda.” She cursed at me.
I stood there, confused and dumbfounded. I was not equipped for this, for any of it. They spat at and insulted me as though my presence in front of them did not matter at all.
Why? Tears burned in the corner of my eyelids. Why me?
They continued to chat and laugh at my expense. I watched them in silence. Suddenly, they sprang up to their feet in a haste, their eyes dropped to the ground as they spoke in hushed tones, then fell silent completely.
I did not understand why. Confused, I turned my back to find my husband standing behind me. Both his hands were fixed in his pockets as his eyes swept across the room.
Seeing him caused a wave of relief to wash through me. I felt safe, secure, knowing he was behind me.
“Alphonso, take her into the room. Her luggage is already waiting.” I heard him say. He was yet to look at me. He seemed to do everything within his power to avoid his eyes resting on me.
“Of course. Please follow me, Mrs. Russo.”
I watched as the man started to walk ahead of me.
I turned my back to look at my husband. Wasn’t he coming along?
He was already halfway out of the living room. He came to an abrupt halt in front of the door all of a sudden, before turning to look at me…finally.
The butterflies in my stomach jumped for joy on their own accord. I had nothing to do with it.
“Make sure you have dinner, and do not wait for me. I’ll be back very late.” His hoarse voice echoed in my ears.
I nodded and turned away sharply.
He would be back home late on our wedding night?
I chuckled dryly, it was a bitter one.
It was sure going to be the wedding night of my dreams.
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