My Husband is a Mafia King

Isabella is on her way to Register her marriage with the man her parents had arranged for her. As they said this is a contract marriage. She did not like this one bit, yet she has to go through with it. She has been living on eggshells at home as it seems her dad no longer cared about her anymore. Since her mom passed away and her dad took the initiative to get married to the mistress he had, which was partly what resulted in her mother's death. Isabella is currently in the registration hall waiting for the man who was said to be her husband. She knew he is President of Deluca's group. Isabella adjust her dress. Few minutes in, when she sees a devilishly handsome looking man walk in. His black suit was just perfect on him. He walked towards her. “Sorry for keeping you waiting" he said, a slight smile forming on his lips. Isabella was too stunned to say anything and just nodded her head. She did not expect this handsome fellow to be her husband. She also did not feel any spark between them but she was good. “Let's get started" he says as he walks to the registry and she follows. He drops his documents on the table and looks at Isabella, giving her the gesture that she should follow suit. She gently pulls out her documents from her bag and puts it down beside his. “You can proceed with the registration” he says to the woman on the desk whom they had just dropped their documents for the registration. Alexander Deluca could only hide his excitement as he was getting married to Isabella. He knew he was late, he did not want her finding out he had wanted her for a while now. He knew she was been maltreated in her home and wanted to take her out of there. He could not be happier when Mr. Whites, Isabella’s dad, had used his own daughter to get what he wanted. Though, he had plans on how to deal with the Whites. He did not want to hurt Isabella. With the registration of their wedding done he picks up the documents. He could feel Isabella's gaze on him. “Let's go home, wife” he turns to Isabella. Isabella is stunned hearing this. Of course she had to follow him back home. Her dad had told her not to come back home as she now belongs to the Deluca's. “I don't havey things yet. How about I get them first?” She asks. “Don't worry about that. New sets will be sent over for you” he says. For a second she had almost forgotten he is the richest man in Vandis. She relaxes herself and follows him to his car. He opens the passenger sit of his black Tesla Model S. She was not good at knowing cars but she knows this car is one of a kind. She sits down and whispers a small thank you to him, not sure if he heard her. Arriving at his luxury mansion, Alexander hands the keys over to the security to get his car parked properly. He walks up to Isabella with a smile on his face. “Welcome home” he says. They walk towards the door and he opens it. “Welcome home Mr and Mrs Deluca” the house keeper Ms. Lowell greets them. “Just as I expected of a tycoon” she says to herself. A small smirk appears on Alexander’s face as he sees the satisfaction on Isabella’s face. “This is Ms. Lowell. She will show you to your room” he says. “Thank you.” she says. Ms. Lowell bows to her and stretches her hands towards the stairs on her left to guide Isabella to her room. Getting to the room, Ms. Lowell bows to her and leaves. She gets inside and checks for the bathroom. She takes off her clothes and takes her shower. The room looks as though she was expected to come as things had already been placed there. She came out wrapped in a white towel and got in to the closet to search for clothes when she remembers she did not come with any clothes. She walks out of the room to look for Ms. Lowell. Seems no other housekeeper asides from Ms. Lowell. She thinks to her self. Her blonde hair was still dripping wet and she was not impressed that she was out link this as she did not have anything to put on. She was still in her thoughts trying to figure out her directions on where to find Ms. Lowell when suddenly she was pushed way too hard to the wall. “Ahh” she gasped in pain. Isabella was pinned to the wall, large hands wrapped around her waist. Alexander bent over to her neck filling himself with her scent. She tries struggling out from his hold when he uses his left hand which was placed by the right top beside her head to hold her two hands above her. “Let go” Isabella said still struggling. Isabella was in shock and quite disappointed at Alexander’s behavior. There was no way she married a devil. He raised his head his eyes met with Isabella's mesmerizing blue eyes. He leaned in trying to kiss her and she turns her head away from him immediately. He releases her. And hurriedly tries to check her body for any mark. A loud slap lands on Alexander's face. He bites his lips, then he smirks. He should keep his hands to himself Isabella already angered by this act finds her way back to the room she was given. When she meets Ms. Lowell coming out from the room. “I brought you some wears” she says. Bringing it earlier would have been much better “Thanks” she says in appreciation. She goes into the closet and sees a set of plain pink pyjamas and three sets of new gowns. She puts on the pyjamas, and dries her hair. “Knock knock” Ms. Lowell knocked. “Yes?” Isabella replies. “Dinner is ready Mrs. Deluca” Mrs Lowell replies. She had almost forgotten she had not eaten and was about to go to bed. She gets up from the chair on her dresser and walks to the door. She opens the door and finds Ms. Lowell. “Okay” she says with a smile on her face. Ms. Lowell bows and gestures her to follow her. They leave to the dining and the food set on the table is just for one person. “Is Alexander not going to have dinner?” She ask. “He said not to prepare one for him.” Ms. Lowell replies while taking her leave. Oh great, dining alone. Meanwhile, at the left top of the stairs is Alexander, his long arms on the rails, palms underneath his chin as he watches Isabella eat. Every spoon placed in her mouth had him smiling. Right at this moment Alexander is the most happiest man. Seeing how she was almost done with her meal, he stands straight and walks into his room. Isabella had the feeling she was being watched as she ate, but she dared not look back to find the person. She kept on eating till she was done. Gulping down her water she let out a little sigh of relief. It was as though she was some what free from her father and stepmom. They had treated her like trash while her Step sister is living her best life. That did not bother her anymore as she is going to live hers to as well.