Married to the mafia

I feel sick to my stomach. I take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror wearing the silky white dress my mother had made for this day: my wedding day. I still can’t believe this is happening. Today I will marry a man I’ve never seen in my life, I’ll be his wife till death do us part. No chance to escape or divorce, my family’s lives depend on me staying with him for the rest of my life. The make-up artist my mother hired is retouching my lips one last time

We then go out of my parent’s house, I find that five black SUVs are waiting for us outside.  Each SUV has a driver that awaits by the vehicle for the passengers to go in. Irina, Dimitri’s mother, and Nikolay hop on one of the SUVs. Other guests from the party, who I assume are Dimitri’s relatives because they all look alike, hop on the other three SUVs, leaving the last one for Dimitri and me. “Thank you, Oleg,&rdq

As soon as we get into the house I put my back against the nearest wall and as far as possible from Dimitri, he is not even paying attention to me, his eyes are fixed to the living room. “Hello, glad you could make it,” he says to someone I can’t see. I turn my face to the living room. Standing in the middle next to the coffee table is a robust tall woman with brown hair, rosy cheeks, and small round eyes, the woman is looking at us with a earnest expression on her face. “It is my pleasure, Mr. Ivanov,” the woman says with a deep voice. “Victoria, this is Ms. Margaret, she has come to take care of you,” Dimitri says. 

When I open my eyes, it’s already morning. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am. I sink my head in the pillow before looking up. Dimitri is not on his side of the bed. Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and Dimitri comes out completely naked. I turn my face to the other side, my cheeks are red as tomatoes. Of all the things I thought about how my husband would look like before my wedding, I never expected him to be this fine. I mean, even with his clothes on it’s obvious that he is ripped, but without them, you can really appreciate every muscle and every curve. Not even in my wildest dreams, I thought Dimitri would be so handsome or that he would make me feel this aroused. He starts to get dressed, totally unaware of how I feel. “What time does Margaret said she would get here?” Dimitri asks me as he puts on his shoes. 

(Victoria’s P.O.V.)I walk along with Margaret back to my house; although I don’t entirely consider it mine yet. In spite of what Margaret says about me being the lady of the house, I don’t feel that way.  In my mind, I’m just a guest here. This place is not my home, it’s just a place I live in now against my will. As we walk I hear someone calling my name, I turn around and find Irina running toward us. She is so gracious even when she runs, she is like a Barbie doll in real life, her golden hair shines against the sun beams and hey blue eyes sparkle like diamonds. Even though her face is reddened due to the effort of running, she still looks gorgeous. “Victoria, wait!” She says as she reaches us. “I am so sorry about the way my mother behaved today. She has no excuse. I feel terrible that you