Sofia's Pov
I finished saying my vows with a shaky voice, and I'm sure the priest urinated on himself as the terrifying bloodshot eyes of the man fell on him. “I pronounce you, husband and wife, you may--” The priest didn't finish the words as he grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the altar, my brother was missing in the crowd lying on the floor out of fear, and I could see dead bodies among them. I took one last glance at the dead man by the altar and prayed for God to let him rest in peace, this will haunt me until the day I die but for now, I need to focus on where I'm going. I swallowed any protest against his iron grip on my hand, he wasn't hurting me because I had felt worse and my father almost broke my hand one time he held me like this, he opened the door to another Porsche car parked outside and shoved me in. I groaned and obliged then he entered the driver's seat and brought the engine back to life, I looked outside the window and saw the driver who brought me here leading my brother towards the other car. My heart tripped over the next beat and I wanted to yell but he winded up the window, “Put on your seat belt, girl” He spat as if I disgusted him, I glared at the back of his head and thankfully he didn't notice. I did as he said and he drove off at high speed, I'm sure it's illegal to drive at such speed and he is breaking the rules. This man doesn't look like a person who cares about such rules, and that scares me. What if he decides to kill me if he sees that I'm of no use to him? He didn't bat an eyelash when he killed that man back there, he stopped at a huge gate and I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed we'd reached our destination. The gate opened and he drove into the manor, I didn't say a word as he parked the car outside a beautiful mansion. “Get out” He ordered coldly and I flinched before scampering out of the car, I stumbled on the layers of my wedding dress and fell on my knees. I quickly stood up as he slammed the door shut, I followed him inside the beautiful mansion, and instead of focusing on my surroundings, I couldn't stop thinking about what this man was going to do to me. He left the door to his living room wide open and I walked in shutting the door after me, he turned abruptly and I froze under the intensity of his burning gaze. “How old are you, little girl?” He demanded and I gulped, I wouldn't blame him I have the appearance of a seventeen-year-old girl, slender and skinny out of malnutrition and overworked bones. “Twenty, I'm twenty years old, sir” I managed to reply without stuttering. “That your bastard of a father told me you are Twenty-seven, what the hell am I supposed to do with another kid?” He growled and I took a step back, as if he noticed that I was shaking in fear. He sighed running his hands on his tousled black hair, dark circles were under his eyes and his piercing blue eyes are bloodshot, he looked tired and so frustrated I wondered if I was the reason why. “Can you take care of children?” He asked in a calm voice. Children? My brother is eleven years old and I have taken care of him since our mother died, it's not as if I'm an expert in taking care of kids but from the way he is glaring at me, I digress from saying the truth so I nod. “Use your words, young lady” He grunted irritated at my trembling state. “Ye..yes I can” I stuttered and he sighed. “Good, you will be taking care of my baby girl and my little boy, make sure they are well-fed and clean at all times. You should be able to make baby food and make sure she doesn't cry” He listed out all the things I should know, where the baby's milk is stored, and how she likes her food. I wondered what happened to his previous wife, it's not just that the house seemed empty and silent as a graveyard. “The maids will show you the way to your room” He grumbled and walked past me leaving me alone in the living room, the sound of the door slamming shut made me exhale hard. I can't believe I will be taking care of a baby when I don't even know how to change a diaper, the sound of footsteps heading from under the stairs jolted me out of my thoughts. Four young girls and three men dressed in black and white uniform emerged, they bowed when they saw me. “Welcome, young Mistress,” They said in unison and it felt like I was in a cult, I cringed at the title and I was going to tell them to stand up when one of them spoke up. “Permission to rise and return to our chores, Ma?” I frowned as they were still bent in that awkward position, are they seriously asking me to tell them to get up? “Um... Permission granted?” I said awkwardly and they straightened their posture, five of them turned and left the same way they came in and two girls stayed back. “Well that was intense” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood but they kept a blank expression on their face, why are they acting so scary like robots? “Please follow us to your assigned room” One of them gestured for me to use the stairs and I obliged, they led me up the spiral staircase and we got to a hallway. They stopped at a brown door and bowed again, “We already prepared your bath and clothes, please let us know if you need anything else” One of them said. “Permission to leave, Ma?” The other one asked in that robotic tone, I sighed and nodded. They left and I opened the door, the room was beautiful compared to my old room at my father's house. I hope Carl is okay and I couldn't even ask my husband if he could come stay with me. I don't think I'm going to be asking for favors anytime soon if I'm gonna be keeping my head. I went to take a bath at the luxurious bathroom and they weren't kidding when they said they prepared my bath. After the bath, I finally felt my soul return to my body. I collapsed on the king-sized bed. I can’t help but recall what happened today which sapped all my energy and my consciousness faded. The sound of gunshots and screams echoed in my ears and I felt the blood of that man on my face. No this can't be happening, it's not real. I felt it running down my cheek. Warm, thick… “Oh, god” I screamed I opened my eyes to see two babies, one on top of my chest while the other one stared at me pouting with misty eyes. Oh shit is she going to cry…Sofia's Pov I quickly turned on the light and gasped as I noticed she was going to cry. A loud cry made me flinch as the baby beside me started crying as if on cue the other one on top of me followed, the door burst open, and an angry-looking man with a gun glared at me. My husband looked like he was on the verge of pulling the trigger and I quickly got out of my stupor, I carried the youngest who looked like a baby. Oh, the baby who needs to be fed well, and it's passed time for her dinner I think. The other one climbed up the bed crawling towards me. “What are you doing?” He asked with a frown and I started sputtering nonsense. “I...I..was sleeping...I..”“You were sleeping? Have you even seen the kids or bothered to check up on them before going to bed?” He glowered and I gulped cursing myself under my breath. How did I not think about that? “I should just get rid of you before you become a problem to me” He corked the gun and I flinched patting the baby as her cries got lo
CHAPTER FOUR Sofia's Pov I'm so screwed. That was the only thing I could think of as I went to bed that night and I woke up the next morning when I heard a piercing cry of a baby, when did we get a baby? Oh my goodness, I sprang up from the bed and carried her from her crib that had been transferred to my room, I quickly fetched her feeding bottle from the food warmer and started feeding her. She slurped on the bottle and I was relieved that she had calmed down, but I hoped all that noise didn't wake up her father. It was past five in the morning and I'm used to waking up early but not this early, I yawned exhausted, and smiled at the cute brown hair angel in my arms. Her bright brown eyes shone brighter as she grabbed my hair still sucking on her feeding bottle, I giggled and released the strands she captured in her tight grasp. I have always wondered how babies can manage to do that despite being small and fragile, "I guess you aren't as cute as you look, you are a to
Sofia's POV I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, contemplating how to prove myself to Mark. The event tonight was my chance to show him I'm more than just a clumsy, young woman. I needed to demonstrate my worth, not just for my sake, but for my brother's safety. As I helped the maids with Jojo and Luis, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mark was testing me. His words echoed in my mind: "I'm not going to kill you if you prove your worth." The stakes were high, and I had to rise to the challenge. As the evening approached, I retreated to my room to prepare. I stared blankly into my little closet, my mind racing with the difficult task ahead-choosing the perfect outfit the outing with Mark tonight. "What do I wear?" I speculated, looking over the range of colors and styles before me. I had to make a good impression, not just for Mark, but for other people I will be meeting there. The weight of this realization made my stomach twist into knots. I began grabbing dresses,
Mark's POV I stood at my study window, gazing out at Madrid's twinkling city lights. The scent of old leather and cigar smoke lingered, reminders of late nights spent strategizing with my associates. My mind wandered to Emily, my late wife. Her passing still felt like an open wound. "Mark?" Sofia's soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, turning from the window. The door creaked open, and Sofia entered, her eyes downcast. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. "How're you?" I asked, regretting the question instantly. It sounded hollow. "I'm good and adjusting well, I presume?" Sofia murmured, her voice barely audible. I stared at her, recalling her clumsiness and innocence. During dinner, her awkwardness was palpable. She spilled wine, knocked over a glass, and apologized profusely. "Yeah, you are," I replied, watching her. "I've received threats from a rival and we'd be heading out anytime soon." Sofia's face paled.
CHAPTER 7 MARK'S POV I signalled my team to halt before Victor Russo's warehouse. Darkness enveloped us, broken only by faint moonlight. Damien, Kali, Vinnie, Marco, and Natasha's faces were etched with determination, their eyes locked on our target. "Locked doors," Marco whispered as he examined the entrance. I nodded to Marco. "Take care of it." Marco approached the door, inspecting the lock. Suddenly, he froze, then gazed upward. "Cameras," Marco whispered urgently. "We're probably being watched." We followed his gaze. Multiple cameras focused on us. "Or maybe not," I added. Kali quickly assessed the situation. "We need to disable them," she whispered. I signalled to Vinnie and he quickly got into action. He swiftly dispatched the cameras, shattering the lenses. Damien stood behind and covered our rear, vigilant while Natasha monitored the surrounding rooftops. Kali sprinted toward the CCTV room, located adjacent to the warehouse. "I'll disconnect the feeds." I nodde
CHAPTER 8 SOFIA'S POV As soon as I was the maids confirmed that the kids' dinners were ready, I remembered that they had been sleeping for hours. I decided to go to their room and check up on them. As I gently pushed open the door, a warm smile spread across my face. Joey, the six-month-old, slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling. Luis, two years old, sat up, rubbing sleepy eyes. Our gazes met, and she smiled. "Luis, sweetie, Are you fully up? Time to wake up!" I exclaimed, lifting Joey. Luis yawned, resisting. "No, no, no! Sleep!" I chuckled, empathizing. "I know, baby, but we must get ready. You need to eat." "Daddy will be back soon so we need to get ready," I added. Joey stirred, letting out a soft murmuring sound. I lifted her from the bed and headed to the bathroom with Luis following behind. I carefully bathed Joey, marvelling at her giggles. Luis insisted on "helping," splashing water everywhere. Laughter filled the air, and we had a fun bath time. I n
CHAPTER 9SOFIA'S POVAs I awoke, I could feel the warmth seeping into my soul. The soft morning light filtered through my room's wispy curtains, illuminating my serene space. I stretched gently and savoured peaceful silence.Rising slowly, I slipped on my worn sandals, Creaked my room door open, and then stepped quietly, gliding towards the children's room. I had to be as gentle as possible because the kids might still be asleep. As I pushed the door open, My heart swelled. Joey's radiant smile greeted me. Joey blabbered some words and extended her tiny arms towards me. My exhaustion immediately melted, replaced by joy. I enveloped Joey in a gentle hug, inhaling her sweet innocence. "Good morning, sweetie," I whispered as I lifted Joey, cradling her close.As I cradled Joey, her warm breath danced across my skin. We remained like that for a few minutes before I stood up and glided toward the bathroom.I gently undressed Joey and gave her a warm bath. This soothed her morning fuss
CHAPTER 10MARK'S POVAs I stepped into my office, the soft glow of fluorescent lights enveloped me. Damien, my right-hand man, followed closely holding my briefcase. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.My front desk staff greeted me, bowing respectfully. "Good morning, sir."I waved my hands in reply as I took a seat. I just revamped my office and the new sleek, modern decor reflected my precision: polished marble floors, minimalist artwork and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.Damian and I exchanged nods and he dropped my briefcase on my table. My project manager, Alex, soon walked in, and we got to work immediately. "Morning briefing?" I inquired."Ready, sir," he replied, opening his tablet.As I scrolled through Alex's briefing, pride swelled within me. My business was thriving, and despite my being a Mafia, I still had other things to fall back on. I was making mind-blowing profits, ensuring a secure legacy for Luis and Joey.Being