Dmitri switched on the lights after dropping her off on the bed.He feared that she would be tormented by the darkness after the gruesome murder she had witnessed.Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she said nothing neither did she adjust from where he had dropped her.He noticed that she was beautiful. She was very very beautiful. Perhaps that was why the Don had made the decision of taking her as his contract bride, which was unlike him. He was known for his loathe and hate for women.Even as she cried and tears fought for their way down her cheeks, her beauty still stood out.He looked away from her fearing that desires of her might come creeping at him.Her hair was messy with strands of hair all over her face. Must have been while she struggled with the soldiers he proclaimed within him.She was a nobody to him, and he was a nobody too but somehow he found her continuous tears touching him to his core.He put his hand into his pocket and brought out the handkerchief he had
eleanorah's eyes opened and she stared at the sky but couldn't see it as she was in a room, shroud in darkness even though it was morning and she had heard the crowing of the chirping birds.the room was dimly lit and had no sunlight coming in because of the curtains that were covered.she noticed that they had been changed while she was asleep.everything in the room had been changed from the multiple colours that had been used to design it.most noticeable was the curtains that were changed to a thicker and black material unlike the light flowery former that had been used on it.she also noticed that the wardrobe had been changed too, everything has been changed except the bedsheets she laid on, which were still brown and the only brown found in the room.she stood up and went to the window and shifted the curtains to allow the sunlight into the room.turning back she was startled by what she saw.dmitri was still in the room. he had stood by her side near the bed throughout the ni
"Hold the chair properly ma'am!!!" The lady shouted as she kept dragging the ropes of the dress she had picked for her."Aren't you done tying it yet?" She asked in between sighs."It's already too tight on my body, it's already too much. You need to losen it up a bit" " I'm sorry ma'am, but I was instructed to make all your features be in highlight" she said and continued to drag the ropes of the dress making it to be tighter and tighter, almost choking Eleanor and making breathing hard for her.The lady seemed to carry a resentment towards her and she could not tell why. But she kept her peace enduring the pain, lest she gets reported to the Don and she has herself to blame for it.The lady continued to tie on the rope before she stopped knowing that it could not be tightened anymore.She hated everything and anything about the Mafia boss. And now that he was getting married, she thought that picking on his wife was the best thing to do since she couldn't show her hate to the Mafi
"Have they sent the complete payment now?" Vincent asked the only man that sat in the plane with him."Yes Don. They've received the drugs as well" he said and the plane went into a period of stark silence again.A lady clad in semi-nude clothes walked out of one of the bathrooms.She was thick and her waist was a sight to behold.Her breasts were also pushed out of the satin short top she wore, which were almost tearing because of her breasts that seemed too big to fit into the clothes.Only a button was what held the top and prevented her nipples from shooting out of them.She walked into where he was carrying coffee to give him and the underboss.The two of them were the only ones in sight in the plane. His soldiers and men were out of sight but were in the plane as well." Who let you into the plane?" The underboss asked when he saw her making way to serve him coffee.Vincent did not budge nor move, instead he kept his face forward, leaving the issue to his underboss to handle."T
It is said that one's wedding day is the best moment of their lives, the day they voice their vows of being together for better or for worse, on sickness or in death, and till death did them apart.But for Eleanorah, she felt as if she was being forced to the altar to accept a fate she had never in her life imagined she would have to live.Staring at the Mafia don who stood in front of her facing her and with blood stained suit, she couldn't help but imagine whom he had killed and how many of the people he had killed for him to be stained with blood, and for him also not to bother about changing his suit before arriving at his fortress.Her gaze drifted to the priest who seemed more scared than she was.He seemed to be in a a haste and was reading the Chapters of the Bible with speed as if someone had been chasing him."Do you Vincent Vincenzo, take Eleanorah Cortessi as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to..... "he wanted to complete but stopped immediately when he saw
Dmitri opened his eyes. He found himself on the bed of a dimly lit Ron and he immediately got down from the bed, confused about how he got to be on it.Looking around the room he could not find Eleanorah. His heart skipped a bit. Where could she have gone, what did she do to him the night before that had made him fall asleep, surely she couldn't have fed him anything because she wouldn't know how to get anything to feed him.Recalling, he remembered that he had tucked her into her bed and has began massaging her swollen ankle while standing and she had asked him to sit on the bed while helping her out. He had refused knowing what the Don's wrath was like , especially if he were to walk in on them and misunderstand the situation. More than anything, the Don hated people trespassing their boundaries, and hated it more when people tried coveting what belonged to him. He was a possessive man, and possessive terror was felt whenever someone tried stealing from him.He had grown up without
"Is the Don falling in love master?" A chef asked the head chef who was beside him. "He seems to. But the Don is not one to fall in love. He is a stone hearted human. Can this girl be able to break the shackles?" He answered and asked at the same time. Dmitri heard them and turned to look but they immediately went on with what they had been doing. The head chef watched as the others dished out the food while also arranging what she had scattered. He knew the Don. He was one of the oldest people of the fortress and he had lived in since when his brother had died, so he knew most things about him and about how his world had been shaped because of his upbringing. But in all the years he had been at the fortress, he had never allowed anyone else make the Don's meal. Even though he seldom ate and was always out and about with his businesses, the little times he ate at home, it had always been whatever he made. No one had tried taking up the cooking from him. She seemed not just trying
The rain was done falling and only the drizzles were what kept on going. Eleanorah tossed around on her bed, unable to sleep. She couldn't bring herself to do so while her mind was somewhere else. The tombstone she had seen at the garden. Was it really Vincenzo's brother's or his mother's. Who was it that had died that made him plant colorful flowers at his garden. These questions churned deep within her and had her glancing occasionally where Dmitri stood to ascertain whether he was asleep or was still watching over her. Seeing that her plans might be successful without a glitch when she heard him snoring, she tiptoed out of her bed and carrying the lantern that was on the table, she walked quietly out of the room, heading outside the passage. Surely the don wouldn't be awake by then, it was midnight. Even if he were to be awake, there was no way he would find out that she was not in her room nor whether she had gone to the garden. Recalling how Dmitri had locked the door