His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Don stood in front of the mirror as he did the last button on his shirt. He put on his jacket and used his cologne.

He fixed the wristwatch on his wrist and wore his boots before he finally left the room.

Rex and Draco, who were already waiting for him, followed behind immediately. They made their way down the stairs and entered the living room.

Don halted his footsteps pretty damn quick when he saw Lillian already in the living room waiting for him.

She stood up when she felt his presence behind her and turned around to him. She was wearing a turkey velvet red belted gown and golden heels with a golden clutch to match.

His eyes scrutinized her carefully and it made her so uncomfortable.

She coughed lightly and he finally got out of his reverie. She heaved a sigh when he walked past her without saying a word.

She followed him, and they all got into the car after the guards opened the door for the both of them.

She faced the window all through, staring at the outside on their way. She was still wondering where he was taking her.

She was sure it wasn’t one of those places they went to when Bella wasn’t around because they always go either in the morning or in the afternoon and not in the evening like this.

She wouldn’t have honored him on this if Bella hadn’t pleaded on his behalf. She scoffed when she stole a glance at him and saw he had his eyes closed.

She focused back on the outside and didn’t turn to him again until they got to their destination.

He alighted first from the car, and she came out next. The guards also alighted. She stared around the place and with the name of the place written boldly on the wall, she could tell it was a restaurant, but what were they doing there? Could it be another business deal, like he always calls it?Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Don went into the restaurant and she’s having no other choice, decided to follow him, but the guards stayed behind.

“Good evening sir.” A man in a suit said with a smile as he walked up to them.

“We’re glad to have you in our restaurant. Please, follow me.” He said again and took them upstairs.

They got to the VIP Section and the manager walked them to a table at the center which had two chairs opposites each other. The manager drew out a chair for Lillian and she sat down.

“Thank you.” She muttered in a smile.

“Ummm sir, are there no customers in your restaurant?” She said again, noticing they were the only people occupying the seats.

“Of course there are.” The manager replied with a smile.

“Then why is no single person here?” Lillian asked again, still looking around.

“It is because the whole VIP Section has been booked by your husband tonight.” The manager explained with a wide smile. She widened her eyes in shock, turning to Don swiftly.

He was sitting majestically on his chair as he looked elsewhere.

“Please, do enjoy your stay here.” The manager said again in a bow and left.

Lillian stopped staring at him and adjusted well to the chair. What the manager said couldn’t stop ringing a bell in her head.

She looked around the place again and this time she could see the beauty. The place was all red and there were fancy lights of multiple colors, giving it that beautiful look.

There were also candles on the tables around, including theirs. There was a bottle of wine and two glass cups on their table. She smiled in great admiration.

“Do you like it?” Don finally spoke out and she turned back to face him.

“Yes, I do. It looks beautiful.” She commented with a smile as she stared around again.

Did he really do all these for her?

Two male waiters came to them in a bow.

“What else do you want now, sir?” One of them said after they’ve helped them pour out the wine contents in the cups and given it to them.

“Nothing. I’ll call you when you’re needed.” Don said in a plain look and they walked away.

“This is really beautiful.” Lillian commented with a smile as she looked around again. She took her wine and sipped out of it.

“Thank you.” She said again with a smile, now staring at him, and he stared back at her but only for a few seconds.

Don brought out a box from his pocket and stood up. He proceeded to her, and she narrowed her eyes at him. What was he doing?

He opened the box and brought out a dazzling gold necklace.

“Wow!” She muttered in shock as he wore it round her neck. He went back to his seat, staring to see her reaction.

Lillian touched the necklace and broke into a wide smile.

“Thank you.” She said, still wearing the smile. She was feeling so special right now, no one has actually given her a necklace as a gift.

Don felt accomplished after seeing her smile for almost like the third time. This was his goal, after all, to make the Blake’s princess smile.

He beckoned on the waiters to come and serve them, and they did as instructed, while Lillian couldn’t help admiring her new necklace.

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Fred entered into the room where Luke was held captive, with a boy and Francisco behind him. He remained at the door for a while.

“Has he revealed who sent him?” He asked the boy behind him as he stared at Luke.

Luke has finally revealed someone sent him during one of his tortures, but he didn’t say who.

“No, he hasn’t, but I believe he will be after a few more torture.” The boy replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do that myself.” Fred said and took steps closer to Luke, whose head was bowed.

“Is he asleep?” Fred asked, still staring at him with a scorn.

“I don’t think so, boss.” The boy replied and Fred continued to stare at Luke, who was unusably quiet.

“Why are you making this hard for the both of us? Huh? Just tell me who sent you and I’ll let you be.” Fred said, but he didn’t utter a word.

“Keeping the silent treatment, huh?” Fred said and crouched down to see his eyes, but it were closed.

Fred took the picana from the table as he spun it.

“You seriously don’t want to talk, right?” He asked, still spinning the picana but there was still silence.

“I can see you love suffering, and don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.” He said again as he turned on the picana and pushed it right slowly into his skin.

He was trying to send warning signals, but there was still no movement from him. Fred furrowed his eyes confused as he stared at him.

How come? Luke was supposed to be vibrating and yelling in pain by now, but he wasn’t making any.

“Are you sure he is still alive?” Francisco said from where he stood as he also saw what happened.

Fred touched his chest to feel his heartbeat but it wasn’t beating. He stood up immediately, alerting the others in the room.

“He is dead.” He announced, glancing at Francisco.