The mafia lord

Wedding

" Today is your wedding day so don't mess it up." It was the voice of my stepmother Maria when she came into the room where I was having my makeup done.

I couldn't even look up to meet her gaze. My eyes were focused on the mirror before me and suddenly my eyes were peppered with tears.

But I didn't want her to see the tears didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry and besides, it was going to ruin my makeup.

"Did you hear what I just said?" she asked in an angry tone and I found myself nodding to her words.

"And don't even try to prove smart or try to run away because you will be doing yourself a lot of bad and bringing embarrassment and shame to this family."

I could see the unmistakable glint of hatred in her eyes when she stared at me.

I could feel my fingers shaking as I tried to hide them under the soft surface of my white gown. Suddenly I was praying for her to leave the room but as if that wasn't enough, he turned to the hair stylist and makeup artist.

"I want you to be fast with the makeup. If her husband gets angry and calls off the wedding, all three of you will suffer."

I thought I found that statement so silly, and she turned around and walked out of the room.

I was so angry I wanted to lash at her or do something weird like run away so no one could find me.

I still couldn't believe that the man I had seen in the traffic that day was going to be my husband in a few minutes, the one I was going to pay a debt to, to be his wife.

The thought of it alone made me so angry that I wanted to start crying again.

"We are done." the makeup artist and hair stylist said in unison.

The woman staring at me from the mirror wasn't anything like me. She was beautiful, and her hair was pressed into beautiful curls.

I felt so angry that I was getting married and looking beautiful for a man I hated.

So it was time to go to the church, and slowly I got down the stairs the driver got the door open and in minutes the car was racing to the church.

At the church, so many people had attended the wedding ceremony that I didn't know who my husband was because it was hard to differentiate from everyone who was there who was all dressed in suits.

As the priest gave us the vows to repeat after him, I couldn't stop thinking about this tall and handsome man who was standing before me where I wanted to spend the rest of my life.

The wedding ended with friends and family wishing us congratulations. It was the evening of the reception.

The dance floor was filled with couples dancing, and I was standing with my husband looking like a lost sheep, but when I turned around I realized I was standing alone or had been standing alone.

I panicked, looking foolish as I scanned my husband.

The word left a bitter taste in my mouth.

To search for him with my eyes, but I couldn't find him. I went out of the reception hall, took a bent to the garden and there he was sitting like he owed the universe, like a god who could care less about human feelings.

"There you are," I said in a very small voice.

I only gained a little glance from him before he continued smoking.

"I have been looking all over the place for you?"

"Why ?" he asked."do I look like a baby?"

" No," I shook my head and swallowed." Just that I thought that as husband and wife, we are supposed to be seen together or probably dancing."

I finished and gained nothing from him not even a glance only that he stopped smoking puffed through his nostril, tilted his head, and stared at me like I had grown a horn.

He said nothing at first and slowly he shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips then he threw his head backward and burst into laughter.

"What do you take me for? Do I look like someone who works in a circus? What do I look like someone who even knows how to dance?" He shook his head again and slowly approached me, towering over me and making me look like a six-year-old.

" Look, little wife, you have to get used to being alone because I hate commitments and I'm not all lovey-dovey." Then he leaned in and made it like he wanted to kiss me and said.

"Why did you agree to marry me?'

I blinked and looked so confused I wanted to say something but a knot tightened in my stomach and suddenly for the first time in years my tongue betrayed me and I couldn't utter a single word

"Why are you asking me this question all of you sudden?"I asked after minutes of trying to find my voice and getting it.

His eyes were still fixed on mine as if he was reading my mind.

"You haven't answered my question that we are married you will learn one thing and that is to answer every question I asked you without asking me back?"

I flinched at his words and immediately looked so scared.

It was at this moment and realized that I didn't know who I had gotten married to.

What was I expecting I was meant for someone whom I have never even seen his shadow before.

" I married you because my parents believed it was the right thing to do to pay off the debt."

He wanted to laugh but thought the better part of it.

I thought you wanted to say something to me or to sympathize but instead, he dragged on the cigarette and said.

" Let's go home."