Forced Marriage with the Mafia King

Alicia

I open my eyes to my dimly lit room, it was already 6 am in the morning. A smile crept on my face knowing what the day was.

It was my Wedding Day, it was my day. I was finally getting married to the man I love, to the man that makes my heart thump.

I have had thought about this for so long and how perfect my Wedding day would be. For months I have been making arrangements to have the best wedding in Town, my parents had invited all the elites in the town and my wedding was already the talk of the town.

Pulling the curtains and opening the windows, the morning air hit me like a wave, I took a full breath in to energize myself for the day I was going to have then began to admire the scenery in front of me. The trees, the beautiful garden, the sound of the birds chirping, everything looked so beautiful that I couldn’t hold it in. I wanted to scream, I had held it in for a while, the excitement was choking me know it was my wedding and I really wanted to tell everyone, to brag about. Okay I may be coming off a little too excited.

“It’s my Wedding day” I screamed so loud I could feel my lungs collapsing.

“Shut up” a neighbor yelled from the next house across the street but I didn’t mind. I had said what I wanted to say and I was not going to let anyone bring me down.

The first rays of the sun reminded me of the gorgeous wedding dress right beside me, I wanted to touch it but I felt my hands were to filthy to touch such a magical dress Then I heard a knock on the door which woke me from my thoughts.

“My dear, you haven't taken a shower yet” My mother said to me with a strict look on her face. Her hair was neatly done matching with her beautiful milky skin, she had a frown on her face but that did not dim her beauty.

“I will get ready now” I replied with a smile. I had gotten so carried away by the feeling of getting married that I had actually forgotten to wash up.

She grabbed my face in a rush and squeezed my plump cheeks, I can’t believe my daughter is getting married, you are so grown up now” tears streamed down her eyes.

“Mom, are you crying?

Don't cry please, if you cry then I will cry” I pleaded with her. I didn't want a drop of tears to be shed on my wedding day, not even tears of joy. I believed crying was only meant for bad things and I was supposed to be happy most especially today which was my day.

“Oh okay, I won't cry.

Just have a shower and I will tell Monica to come over” she said slowing retracting from me, the door closed and I dashed towards the bathroom in no time.

Minutes later I was already out, I could feel the cold going up my spine,

“Damn, I need some heat” I cursed to myself.

Glancing once more at the dress I was about to wear, I felt proud. I was going to walk down the aisle in this beautiful dress to the man I loved.

A knock came on the door and Monica walked in.

“Do you need help in putting on your dress?” she politely asked.

Monica had always been kind and supportive and her sweet little voice made it easy for people to agree to whatever she said. I may have wanted to be the only one to touch my dress but I did need a little help.

“Yes please” I replied,I didn't want to ruin my perfect dress.

The dress fitted perfectly and I was thrilled about it, months ago it was a dress that was too thin for me but after losing 15 pounds from starving myself for six months, it finally paid off and I was proud of myself. It was a dress that John had picked out himself.

“Its…

I'm speechless”

I raised my head to stop tears from streaming down my ears, I had promised myself that I would not cry and I was going to stick to it but the dress was so perfect on me that I got too happy leading to tears.

Monica sat me down on the bed and began with my hair.

“I can't believe you are getting married to John, you have had the biggest crush on him since high school” she said trying to avert me from crying.

I suddenly thought about what she said and realized that I was living the fantasy of a twelve year old me, I have had a huge crush on John and chased after him, right now I am getting married to him. I couldn't be more happy about it.

“I know, this is a dream come true” I added with a cute smile. Grinning too much would turn my smile into a vicious grin and I didn't want to look like the grinch on my wedding day.

“Honey, I can't find Rachel anywhere, I have searched the whole house and she isn't picking up her calls either” I could hear my mother’s voice from the door.

“Is she supposed to be the maid of honour?” Monica voiced out the obvious.

“Yes dear but she is nowhere to be found”My mother grunted.

‘How could she be missing on my wedding day’ I thought to myself. She was just as excited about my wedding as I was and yet she wasn’t present to be a part of it.

“Did she leave any note or message?” I asked in a slight panic realizing that I didn't have a maid of honor.

“No” She shook her head.

“Oh my God” I stood up now being consumed with fear.

“I had no maid of honour” I freaked out openly,

“Relax honey, I will do something about it” Mother tried to calm me down but my breathing was already uneven.

“If you want, I can be your maid of honor” Monica spoke and I immediately felt this huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

I took her hands in mine and gave her the cutest eyes I could bring forth.

“Really, you would do that for me” I asked almost crying but held it back.

“Yes” she nodded and I couldn't be more happier.

“Thank you so much” I hugged her in happiness.

“Okay, now that is solved. Let's get back to getting ready for the wedding.

Thank you Monica for saving us” Mother said as left the room to take care of other things.

Two hours later and I was ready for my wedding, I sat in the waiting room watching the video of all the guests swarming into my wedding Hall, old friends, teachers, family, business partners, the whole town was there for my wedding. They were all present to see me get married to the man of my dreams.

To the one I would refer to as the perfect man.

I could see my parents greeting every guest that walked in and I was filled with joy. My father may not have been fine with me marrying John but he would do anything to make me happy.

An hour has passed and John had not arrived yet, I could feel tension in my body, my hands and feet were getting sweaty that I had to take of the shoes.

“Where is he?” I asked myself. He was supposed to at the Hall thirty minutes ago but there was no sign of him.

I carefully took off the veil on my head and moved closer to the screen hoping I would see him walk in and all my fear would disappear.

“Where is HE?” I asked myself the second time. Thirty minutes had passed again and there was no sign of the groom, there was no sign of my Man.

Where exactly could he be, How dare he be late to our wedding.

“Late” I picked up the word from my thoughts, maybe he might be running a little late, it could be traffic or the car had a little accident.

“Please”

I didn't know when I began pleading but I knew I was so close to crashing on the floor, I was now facing one of my biggest fear. Anybody that walked into that Hall got my hopes high making me think it was my John.

“What is going on?” I asked myself. My lungs was actually collapsing but not because of lack of air but began I was trying to breathe in as most air as possibly. My breathing was more than uneven, my face was dripping in sweat and the room was getting smaller.

“Where is he” I yelled.

“Where is he?”

Pacing back and forth in my wedding dress wasn’t a bright idea but who cared anyways, it was my wedding day but my groom was nowhere to be found. I searched my purse for my phone and trying calling him but his phone was switched off.

‘How could his phone be switched off when I am here frantic”

The door to the room opened and I rushed to whoever it was only to be met with my father’s gloomy face.

“What is it?” I asked dreading for my life.

“Honey, he uhmmm”

“He what?” I yelled at my father for the first time in my life.

“He is…”