Predestined for the mafia boss

Curious about us

Lyana

I've been discharged from the hospital after a new battery of tests confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my brain. According to the doctor, a lack of oxygen may have been the cause. I feel a certain frustration at not knowing what has happened over the last few years, not remembering how I met Yurich or how I graduated in medicine.

I finish brushing my hair and put the brush in my bag. As if marking the exact time, he opens the door, bringing with him a striking perfume and a gaze so hot that I have to look away in shame. I still can't believe I'm married to such a handsome man.

His large hand finds my chin and I look up, admiring the smile that appears at the corner of his lips.

"Why did you suddenly lower your face?" He asks.

"I'm embarrassed around you." The truth comes out.

I'm disconcerted and don't know how to remedy my own words, but it's the open smile that attracts all my attention. The calm way he brushes the back of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my left cheek, the calm in his gaze. After the fiasco that was my prom, I thought I'd never get married; now, I find out that I'm no longer fifteen and I'm a woman married to a man who carries idolatry in his eyes every time he sees me.

"You make me nervous." He murmurs as if it were a secret.

I arch my eyebrow in curiosity.

"I don't believe it." I c***k a smile.

"You're so beautiful Lyana, I still don't know how I've managed to live so long without you by my side."

I widen my eyes in curiosity, he seems to realize something and moves away a little.

"Are you going to tell me that I'm the jealous type and that's why you don't tell me about your past?" I say with a smile.

Even though the thought of him with another woman causes discomfort in my stomach, I try to disguise it by closing the bag on the hospital bed. Yurich takes it out of my hands and holds it tightly. With his other free hand, he encircles my waist, making it clear to anyone that we are a couple.

"I'm the jealous one." He finally replies, breaking the silence.

I let out a low laugh, following in her footsteps.

"I almost didn't notice." I scoff.

His gaze meets mine and I can see the smile in his eyes. We walk out of the hospital and straight into a parking lot. I can't help the tremor I feel when I see men moving around as if they were following us.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"There are some men following us," I mutter quietly.

He stops walking and looks around, the men stop moving.

"They're our security guards." He declares.

I need a moment to control the urge to laugh, and then the reality that I know nothing more about my own life comes crashing back.

"Lyana, just tell me what's bothering you," Yurich asks gently.

"I don't know anything else about my life or who I am to need security guards, that's scary," I confess.

"I'm here to walk this path alongside you." He declares.

Inside the car, I sit in silence watching the streets and the movement of various people until I feel the warm touch against my hand, I look at Yurich kissing the knuckles of my fingers while keeping my eyes on the traffic.

"How do we know each other?"

He places my hand under his thigh and the feeling that I have him warms my chest. I look again at the calm face about to break the silence.

"Why don't you tell me what you remember?" He finally speaks.

I blink, stunned by the question, and close my eyes, breathing in and out calmly.

"I remember having dinner with Mom and Dad, talking about what's new at school, and then everything going dark."

He sighs as he stops at a red light.

"The first time I saw you, you were working at the hospital." His gaze meets mine, causing various sensations to pass through my chest. "A dedicated and hard-working doctor"

I smile proudly, knowing that at least one of my dreams has come true. To know that even a small part of it is going well.

"Did my mother approve of our marriage?" I ask. "I remember our conversations and how much I wanted her to like my future husband, does she like you, Yurich?"

I could swear that his gaze had changed, but the smile remained at the corner of his lips.

"If it were the other way around, you wouldn't marry me, would you?"

I let out a laugh, putting my hands over my face and biting my lip.

"Maybe I would."

He stops the car in front of a luxurious building, his gaze seeming to want to devour me.

"Maybe so?" He repeats in a questioning tone.

"You're so handsome and charming, maybe I've disobeyed my mother for the first time in my life," I confess.

Yurich approaches slowly, placing his elbow on the back of the seat and using his other hand to keep mine on his thigh. His face is too close to mine.

"Only you can see these qualities in me."

I blink, stunned by both the closeness and his words.

"That's what marriage is all about, bringing out the good and enduring the bad days." I c***k a smile.

He walks away, leaving my heart pounding and my mouth dry with the desire to kiss him.

"Let's go and see our house, you haven't finished decorating it yet."

Excited by this, I leave the questions in the back of my mind.

As much as I want to look for something wrong with this man, my thoughts seem to become clouded, ignoring the logic for a moment, this could well be the reality of a newly married woman in love with her husband, especially when he is so concerned.