Bound To The Devil's Vow

Chapter4

"VIP room?"

I asked again, just to make sure I had heard her correctly. The nurse looked at me as though I was overreacting.

"Weren't you aware of the arrangement, Miss Brown?"

Of course I'm not, I replied in my head.

Then it clicked.

Salvatore.

I wasn't expecting things to move this fast. I had only agreed to become his wife a short while ago, so how had he managed to pull strings so quickly?

“This man must be very influential”....I thought to myself.

I pushed the thought aside for now and followed the nurses to the new room Leo had been moved to. The moment I stepped inside, my jaw nearly dropped.

It was actually a VIP room.

Tell me why this looked more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital room.

“The rich really did have privileges the poor could only dream of”.

I couldn't help but mock myself for being poor. My gaze shifted to Leo, lying quietly on the bed with different life-saving machines surrounding him, completely oblivious to everything that had happened. How would he react when he eventually woke up?

I pushed that thought away.

After making sure he was settled, I decided to head home to prepare for tomorrow's surgery and finally get something to eat. I hadn't eaten anything since morning, and hunger was slowly creeping in.

I looked at Leo, emotions swirling inside me.

Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

"I'll be back," I whispered.

************At Home************

The familiar scent of our old house welcomed me the moment I stepped inside.

This house was the only thing our parents had left behind, along with a few belongings recovered from the scene of the accident that took their lives.

I sank into the old chair by the door and stretched out my aching legs.

Then the events of the day came rushing back.

Salvatore Ricci!!.

A slight crease formed between my brows as I tried to recall where I had heard that name before today.

Curiosity suddenly got the better of me.

I pulled out my phone.

"What was his name again?" I muttered to myself, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Sal...va...tore... Ricci," I typed carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I hit search.

A few seconds later, the results loaded.

My eyes widened..

"What the hell?" I screamed, jumping to my feet.

No, this had to be the wrong person.

I shook my head furiously.

There's no way.

I immediately opened i********: and searched again.

Then his picture appeared on my screen.

The same sharp features. The same ocean-like eyes. The same expressionless face.

"Oh my God..." I whispered, unconsciously covering my mouth with my hand.

I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

Everyone had heard stories about the dangerous and ruthless mafia lord who ruled from the shadows.

A man people feared!

A man who showed no mercy!.

But I had never actually seen his face. I wasn't much of a social media person. Tell me why the man I had agreed to marry was the very same person people warned others about.

I stared at the picture on my phone, my hands beginning to tremble.

The reality of my situation finally settled in.

I hadn't just agreed to marry a stranger.

I had agreed to marry Salvatore Ricci.

The infamous mafia lord.

I swallowed hard, refusing to accept what I'm seeing.

"Did I just make a deal with the devil?".

Salvatore's POV

Salvatore leaned back in the black leather seat, his expression unreadable as the city lights blurred past the tinted window.

Everything had gone exactly as planned.

He had gone to the hospital because the old man had summoned him that morning.

“Salvatore… I don’t have much time left. If you want to take over everything, then you must fulfill my wish. Otherwise, the position goes to someone else!!”

Old man Albert’s voice still lingered in his head….weak, but stubborn in its final demand.

Marriage. That was the condition. A pointless request.

He had no intention of getting married but he also had no intention of losing what was already within his reach.

As he stepped out of the old man’s room, the heavy silence of the hospital corridor wrapped around him again.

He was already planning his next move when fragments of conversation reached his ears.

“…the surgery is tomorrow…” “…they said she still hasn’t gotten the money…” “…her only brother…”

He caught fragments of two nurses whispering voices, but not soft enough to escape his attention then a thought formed almost immediately.

“This makes everything easier,” he muttered under his breath.

If he married a stranger, there would be no ties that mattered.No complications, no emotional weight…just a contract that would be ended once he got what he wanted.

He was already considering asking the nurse for more details when a sound cut through the corridor.

Crying.

Soft at first, then breaking apart like something trying and failing to stay intact.

He turned slightly towards the direction where the sound was coming from and that was when he saw her collapse in despair, like she had already reached the end of everything.

A faint, unreadable look crossed his eyes because to him the solution had just walked into view.

“You are making this easy for me, little rabbit”