Claws Of Two Mafia Kings

Chapter 7: Sour Honeymoon

Celine's POV

"I hate you!"

I don't know if I'm referring to Kelvin or my mother or father. Perhaps it's all of them. They put me in this damned situation and I have to endure it all my life.

Crumbling on my knees, I cry, still in my wedding dress. I bet I'll make the bride of the year.

For a minute, I wondered what my life would be like if Kelvin wasn't in the picture. I'll still be working for the hottest bachelor in Colorado and hide my feelings for him as the innocent lady I was raised to be. Hopefully, I meet the perfect man, and we get married and raise perfect babies.

Getting sold off to a shrimp wasn't the plan.

It's frustrating how everything just changes within the twinkle of an eye and I can't help it.

Alone in this big mansion that is rumored to be gifted to Kelvin specially for the wedding by his father, everything seems to get to me.

The emptiness and rejection and torture.

This isn't anything close to my dream home, which is filled with my partner's love and care and warmth.

Looking at the portraits of Kelvin, I sigh, wishing I could throw my shoes at it and tear the place down, but knowing how hard he is, it will only worsen things for me.

My phone vibrates in my purse and I reach for it. 'Anna doll' displays on the screen. I just stare at the screen for a minute or two, thinking of suspending it for later.

In need of a shoulder, I pick up the call on the second ring.

"My baby is the latest bride in town..."

"Can you not do that?" My voice is quite harsh. "Don't call me that."

"But that's the truth, I'm left alone to kiss all the frogs before I get my prince."

"I'll give anything to kiss the frogs and never see this prince."

My voice is thickly laced with disgust. There is an awkward pause between us.

"Is it that bad?"

"Terrible." I sniffle.

"I'm so sorry," her voice is now soft like butter.

"It's fine, not your fault anyway,"

"I'll see you soon, okay?"

I nod as if she can see me, hoping that someone will come and rescue me from this sham of a marriage, for the sake of my health.

The call ends, leaving me empty once more. I walk into the first room on my left and shrug off my wedding dress.

Without denial, the house is beautiful and sparkling. Everything has an extra touch to its finesse, from the structure to the decor to the furniture...

I'm tired, I need a warm bath and good food. Instead of sorting out myself, I collapse on the king-sized bed, trying to get some rest. I weep involuntarily, my tears soaking up my pillow while I struggle to go to bed.

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Red puffy eyes, swollen lips, and a pale face that masks bitter emotions, my reflection stares back at me.

Wiping a teardrop that's trickling down my moist cheek, I step out of the mirror, and into the shower.

The downpour of warm water running down my nude frame soothes my nerves. I close my eyes, enjoying the gentle caress of its warmth.

Standing in my room, I look around, my sad reality hitting me hard.

"Not again!"

I never packed a bag! Nor did Kelvin wait to get one from my parents. Going to the wardrobe, I run my fingers through the smooth and silky fabrics, I'm surprised to see that half of it is fully packed with female accessories; clothes, shoes, bags... Don Donovan must really love Kelvin.

Rooting out a baggy top and tight pants, I fit into it. There's no way that I'm going to look sexy for that wall gecko and this is a tears-moon for all it's worth.

"Holy Christ!"

Yielding to reflex, I wrap my hands around myself, when the door flies open. Thankfully, I'm fully dressed.

"Don't you knock?!"

"I would be if I'm getting into another person's house or room." He stylishly strolls in, no longer in his wedding attire. "What are you doing here?"

I look at the handsome and tall masculine frame with anger. What the heck does he mean by that?

"I'm sure there are a million rooms in the mansion, you'll sort yourself out."

He slouches on the couch at the feet of the bed, unable to laugh loudly. One by one, he takes off his shoes and peels off every layer of his clothes.

Go. Stay.

My mind shuffles between staying and fighting or running out at the sight of a half-naked man.

Now in only a white Louis Vuitton boxer, he advances towards me, causing me to press my eyes shut, my heartbeat racing like a horse.

"I see you freshened up," he laces a strand of my wet hair around his fingers and takes a gentle sniff.

Breathe in, Celine. And out.

I can feel the scent of his cologne grow stronger on me and then the tip of a sharp surface I'm guessing it's his nose grazing my cheek.

Oddly, I don't go rigid, or feel that spontaneous chemistry like I did with Jayden...

Celine!

I snap out of my bubble. I can't be thinking of Jayden when I should be ramming my knee in his twin's groin.

"Let me go," I open my eyes and take a few steps backward.

Again, he laughs, that absolutely demeaning laughter.

I bite my lower lip, holding myself from launching an attack.

"You really think highly of yourself." He scans me thoroughly. "You're not in any way my spec, don't get ahead of yourself,"

"Good thing, because I hate you with every fiber of my body..."

He wraps a hand around my throat, his grip too tight around my slender neck.

Proud and full of spite, I keep quiet and instead, fight for air than beg him.

"Never interrupt me while I speak."

"Uh." I heave a sigh of relief when he lets go of me. Rubbing up and down the length of my neck, I try to give it a soothing effect.

On the bedside table, my phone buzzes. I don't immediately go for it. I'm shocked to see an angry-looking Kelvin.

"Who's calling you by this time?"

The night is far gone. 10:30 PM.

Anna has done worse, so I don't bother going for my phone.

"Boss..." He tries to read the caller ID on my screen. "Give me your phone."

Holy Christ!

Like a rocket, I turn to see for myself. My eyes widen like they will fall off their sockets.

'Boss Jayden' with a freaking heart-piercing emoji!