Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Carmencita had been right. She didn’t know anything about her husband despite being married to him for three months. But how could she? They didn’t even share the same bed and he was mostly away. Not that she cared about that. Sometimes she also wished he never returned.

She only knew a few things about him and his family. He had a mother who didn’t trust her and wanted her to leave at all costs and a Mistress whom she never met.

Sergio was a ruthless Mafia Lord who was feared by everyone, including her. But what she still couldn’t figure out was why he married her. He had never tried to lay with her and carry out the marital rites which was mostly done on the wedding night.

Not that she wanted any of such. She was even grateful he never for once tried to have intercourse with her. But what was the main purpose of the marriage? Did he marry her just to keep her in the room, far away from the outside world?

Men in the Mafia only got married because they wanted to acquire something. Either power or wealth or both of them. But with Sergio, it was different. He had everything at the tip of his fingers. Aside from power and wealth, they also got married because they needed a child, an heir. But Sergio didn’t look like one who needed that either.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

So why then did he marry her?

“Do not make me slit my brother’s throat because you cannot stop drooling over him, Bambolina!”

Rosana closed her eyes and gasped, jerking out of her thoughts. She had not realized she was still staring at the handsome man while being lost in thoughts until Sergio’s cold voice broke in.

“Oh, Brother, do not scare the beautiful lady!” He walked over to the table and poured her a glass of water. “Here, My Lady!”

Rosana quietly got the glass from him. She was surprised by his kind gesture. “T… Thank you!”

He smiled as he watched her take a few gulps of water. When she was done, he got the glass from her and held her right hand gently in his. “What is your name, my lady?”

“Rosana!”

“My name is Enzo. Enzo De Niro” He lowered his head and pecked her dainty fingers. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you!”

Rosana was speechless and overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to say or how to even respond. This man… Enzo was so much different from his brother. They must’ve had some things in common but he was far different.

“I… Um…”

“It is okay!” Enzo said and flashed her a charming smile. “I do not burn like my beloved brother. But I do a few interesting things. Would you like to know, hmm?”

“If you still love your hand, you will take it off her this instance!”

“You do not have to be a killjoy brother” He released her hand and turned to Sergio with a smile on his face. “I was only trying to bond with my sister-in-law”

He picked up Sergio’s glass of wine and took a sip before grabbing his fork to eat from his plate. Rosana watched the brothers in astonishment, especially Enzo. He was cool and wasn’t afraid of Sergio like everyone else.

“This shit tastes so f*cking good!” He complimented and poured himself another glass of wine. “Everything here always tastes so good!”

Sergio sat quietly, watching as his brother kept eating and drinking and talking about less important things. From time to time, he would look up at Rosana and smile. She didn’t even try to look up at him because she was scared of Sergio and didn’t want to provoke him.

“Come on, do not give me that look, Brother. I know you missed me and you are dying to kiss me right now”

Rosana snorted and fought back a peal of laughter. Enzo was indeed jovial and she could tell they would move along perfectly. How could he say that Sergio was dying to kiss him? He didn’t even look like someone excited to see him

“So tell me, My Lady, how was the wedding? I heard it was the talk of the whole Nation for weeks”

Rosana furrowed her brows and turned to look at Sergio. Talk of the whole Nation for weeks? How was that even possible?

“Do not be too surprised. He is the Don after all. And you are the beautiful lady he got married to” Enzo smiled and watched her cheeks turn red. “I am very sorry I was not in attendance. My beloved brother never told me a thing”

“Even if he did, I must have forgotten. Do you know a thing about f*cking those white beautiful ladies? You always forget yourself. All you can ever think about is burying yourself balls deep inside their c? nt!”

“Shut the f*ck up, Enzo!”

Rosana held back a smile and turned to look at Sergio who wore the same emotionless look on his face. Enzo laughed and continued talking, not paying attention to his brother. He was enjoying himself and so was Rosana.

“You know, my brother seated right here is a f*cker himself. He taught me how to f*ck” Rosana’s eyes widened as she turned to look at Sergio. “Back then, I did not even know which f*cking hole to stick it in”

“For the last time…”

“And guess what? His d*ck was still a virg? n back then. He had never stuck that rod into any kind of hole before yet he taught me how to f*ck. He’s really a f*cking genius” He concluded with laughter and jumped out of his seat before Sergio could get his hands on him.

“That is all for today, My Lady. I will go up to my room right now because I love being very much alive!”

Enzo blew kisses at Sergio and continued laughing as he walked out of the dining room. Rosana stared at him the whole time with a little smile on her face. She felt so happy to finally meet someone who could get on Sergio’s nerves and get away with it. He also looked like the only person who acted freely around him.

Rosana didn’t realize she had been smiling. She had even forgotten how to smile. For the past three months, she lived in heartbreak and sadness. Nothing made her happy, not even the air she was breathing. But someone unexpected came and put a smile on her face, even when it was little.

“What are you smiling at?”

Rosana shook her head and turned to look at him. “Nothing”

“One of the things I hate is lies, Bambolina.”

She gulped, seeing the deadly look in his eyes. She wasn’t smiling anymore. The coldness of his voice had gotten rid of it and instilled fear in her once again.

“I was looking at your brother” She paused and studied the look on his face before she continued. “He is good, warm, and kind.”

Sergio smirked and nodded. “He is that way, even when driving a knife through a person’s chest, Bambolina”

Rosana shuddered as she stared at him. If what he was saying was the truth, then Enzo was as bad as him. How could they be so handsome yet have black blood running through their veins?

“First lesson, do not be easily deceived by people’s looks. It can be dangerous”

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it is working”

“There is nothing to be scared about, Mi Amore, you are my wife and no one would dare to touch what’s mine”

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Sergio left immediately after, leaving Rosana in the dining room. She had not eaten much so she used that time to fill in her stomach before she returned to her room.

“Finally, we meet!” Vicenta smirked, appearing in front of Rosana. She had left the dining room and was headed to her room. “I guess you have met everyone else, except me”

She looked at the lady from head to toe, wondering who she was. She looked familiar but Rosana couldn’t place where she had seen her.

“Are you not going to ask who I am?”

Rosana folded her arms and shook her head. “No, I do not care. If you would excuse me…”

Vicenta scoffed and stared at her in shock. The nerves of her to talk to her in such a manner. Who did she think she was? She wondered.

“I am Vicenta, the Don’s Mistress.” She informed her and watched her brows draw together. Rosana looked shocked, she couldn’t tell but she was satisfied with the reaction she got from her.

“And I am sure you must have known my duties already. Well, if you do not, you must know that he comes to me every night and I give him pleasures no one has ever given to him. Sounds like a good job, does it not?” She lied and smirked when she got the reaction she wanted. Yes, that was the plan. To get her riled up to the point of madness.

As Rosana looked at the woman in front of her, she suddenly felt irritated. So this was the Mistress. She was beautiful just as she had imagined. Tall, honey eyes, dark hair, flawless skin, full chest… She had everything. No wonder Sergio chose her.

“It does. He pays you well, I assume” Rosana responded and turned to leave but Vicenta stepped on her path.

“Oh, no. He does not pay a dime.”

“Lucky him” She turned to walk away but Vicenta blocked her again. “What do you want, huh? I believe I do not owe you anything since I’m not the one f*cking you”

Vicenta glared at her and gritted her teeth. How dare she speak to her that way? Was she trying to humiliate her? She wondered.

“You are not the one f*cking me, the Don is. And I want you to know that he will never stop. I am his addiction, his drugs. He cannot do without me”

Rosana fisted her hands and glared back at her. “You can keep being his wh0re for all I care. You can keep warming his d*ck, I do not care!”

Without second thoughts, Vicenta raised her hand and slapped her across the cheek. How dare she call her a wh0re? And who gave her such rights to speak to her that way?

“Yes, I will keep doing that!”

Without warning, Rosana retaliated. She gave her two hot slaps on both cheeks and watched her eyes widen in shock. Vicenta raised her hands to her burning cheeks and stared back at her in terror.

“Yes, keep doing that but don’t you ever touch me again. Is that understood?”

As she stalked off, Vicenta stared at her with hands on her cheeks. Did she just slap me? She kept asking herself. The slaps strung hard and her cheeks were burning. Her ears were also affected by the slaps and she felt like crying.

No… No… She wouldn’t cry. She said to herself and wiped her eyes with the back of her palms. Rosana would pay and she was going to make sure of that.