“This marriage is nothing but a farce. The sooner you know that, the better.” “I despise you, printsessa.” “And I despise you even more.” ********** Anastasya Volkov's life is turned upside down when she has to marry the young don of the Italian cosa nostra, Massimo De Luca, a man she despises with all her heart. Massimo, a man who isn't used to letting women into his heart, also loathes the idea of having a woman so close to him. However, they have to come together to form a strong alliance between their families. In the midst of their mutual dislike for each other, the seeds of attraction starts to bloom. But a series of unexpected events start to occur, will their new found love thrive? Or will they be crushed by the weight of the lies and betrayal that surrounds them?
View MoreMassimo’s POV. I felt pains around my back as I turned and gave out a gigantic yawn. My bones cracked and the sensation of pain increased the more as I whispered, ‘Where am I’. I was so tired and just heard the alarm ring out loud. It was from my iPhone 14 promax. The sound of the alarm was indeed so alarming and troubling that I turned and swiped leftward on the surface of the phone. It had to be turned off. I tried to place my hands on the duvet since it felt a bit cold. ‘Where is this damn blanket?’ I heard the alarm sound again and just as I leaped to swipe left again, I realized the time was already 7:20AM. I was late and had to be fast for work. “How come none of these maidens came to wake me up from sleep? Not even one of my sisters was up here to notify me I had slept so deep and was already late. I rushed down to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stared at my sleepy face in the mirror and watched my mouth. Traces of dried saliva were spotted down my mouth and I knew
Ana’s POV. I was in thought for so long as I laid on the bed in the room. I couldn’t imagine I would think about Vladimir that much. At first, I felt he deserved the rough treatment but after a while, I realized he was only trying to talk me into getting back to him but ended up being so unfortunate that night. Massi dealt with him mercilessly. I bit my lips and tried to hold up the stare at the chandelier before I heard a knock at my door and right away. I leaped in shock because it was a very hard knock. It sounded like thieves, I stood to my feet and rushed to the window where I picked up an umbrella in defense. “Who’s there?!” I asked, as my voice shrill. My hands were fastened unto the umbrella while I stood and watched the door. “It’s me,” the voice from the other side of the room rang. It was so sweet and like that of an early twenties. I felt at ease and knew for certain I wasn’t in danger at all. Maybe i’ll have to open up and see. “Don’t you have a name?!” “It’s me, Is
Massimo’s POV. “Ana, I’m talking to you, are you deaf?!” I yelled as I walked behind her while she made way into the building. All along while we sat in the vehicle she kept mute and avoided the questions thrown at her. I needed to know at least. Irrespective of the nature of our marriage I had every right to be aware of the strangers who would interfere in our union as man and wife. She walked hastily into the building and just as she stepped foot into the living room, I held her left hand which was already in the air. “I’m talking to you!” She turned and swayed her hands in a bid to give me a resounding slap but I was smarter this time. I diverted and held her steady while she screamed. “Leave me alone! You bastard!” “When you’re done calling me names, you’ll tell me who the hell that was.” “Massimo, I don’t know!! Okay! He just ran into me while I tried to walk through to the bathroom!” She yelled. Our eyes were glued and I held her even closer to myself this time. I sniffed t
Massimo’s POV. I was so confused at first, I couldn’t even believe my eyes when I saw him holding her, pinned to the wall. My fist clenched and I felt the rage burning in me while I stared at him angrily. “And who the hell do you think you are?” He asked, mockingly while buttoning the top parts of his dress. I turned to my newly wedded wife who shivered already and moved quickly, behind me. “Maybe you’re about to find out, you dare lay your filthy hands on my wife?” He chuckled and shook his head before folding the lower parts of his sleeves. “I’ve heard about you, Massimo, so much and I must say, they were quite impressive,” He made an attempt to move around Ana and I in circles but I stretched forth my hands in the form of a blockade. “You dare not come any closer, else, I’ll teach you the lesson of your life.” I warned him. My gaze was directed to the ground. It was a clear show of extreme anger and readiness to venture into a fight, maybe to death, if time permits. “I’m no
Anastasya's POV. Only few things compared to the sight of the all powerful Don Massimo speechless, as he watched me come down the flight of stairs. I couldn't resist dropping one snarky remark as I passed him, not waiting for his reply as I headed out to where I knew a car was waiting for us. I had found an invitation from his mother to a dinner party when I returned to my room earlier, along with a hideous green dress in a garment bag on my bed. Too bad, I always did the unexpected. We rode in silence until we reached the hotel, my gaze fixed on the city beyond the windows as the car rolled by. All the sights were still new to me, and I greedily took in the sights and sounds of the city. We stopped in front of a grand hotel, a valet coming to usher us into the resplendent interior. Massimo placed a hand on my lower back as we approached the ballroom where the dinner was being held, it's weight against me unfamiliar, but comfortable. “You've been awfully quiet,” I noted as we dre
Massimo's POV. I remained rooted to the ground in shock as I took in the sight of my new wife lying on my bed. Anger and arousal coursed through me in equal measures, mixing into one unidentifiable emotion. Anger at her audacity, and arousal just at the mere sight of her between my sheets. Her skin was flushed and dewy, her rosy complexion inspiring unholy thoughts within me. “What's the meaning of this? Why the hell are you even here?” I clenched my fists at my side as I asked. “If we're going to give anyone the semblance of this being a real marriage, why should we be sleeping in different beds? You're my husband, are you not?” She didn't even look at me, more interested in the patterns on her painted fingernails. “You said it yourself, printsessa. This isn't a real marriage,” I prowled closer to the bed, “or do you want me, little wife?” I noticed the hitch in her breath, the soft gasp that escaped her parted lips. “You want me to touch you, take you, claim you as my own?” I
Anastasya's POV. I woke up the next morning tired and cranky, as I had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. Thankfully, Massimo had taken my slap as a hard enough deterrent, as shortly after that he left me alone. He didn't sleep on the bed with me, but I wasn't the least bit concerned. The farther away he was from me, the better. As I hurried to get dressed, I tried to purge my mind of all thoughts of my new husband. Yes, he was very attractive, but it didn't take away from the fact that he wasn't a good person. He was cold, ruthless and manipulative, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. We shared a tense plane ride back to New York, my mind preoccupied with the loneliness of leaving the only family I had left behind, and fear of the unknown. I fastened my seat belt and watched as the plane descended. As soon as the plane touched down, my feelings of melancholy multiplied, manifesting as deep feelings of sadness that spread through me. It hit me that I was on fo
Anastasya's POV. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, from the elaborate updo my hair was styled in, to the white lace dress I was currently wearing. A bride was usually happy on her wedding day, but I was unable to conjure up any feelings of joy or elation whatsoever. It was hard to feel any happiness when one was being forced to marry against their will, like I was. Even worse, being married to a man I had never met, one who's ruthlessness preceded him, the don of the Italian cosa nostra in New York City. But this marriage was necessary to secure an alliance between my family and the Italian mafia. As the daughter of the Pakhan of the Russian bratva, I always knew I would end up in an arranged marriage. I just never expected it to be a monster.I took a deep breath, right before I was distracted by a loud knock on the door. “It's time, Stasya. Let's go.” My father's gruff voice called out from the other side of the door. I picked up the bouquet of white flowers resting on th
Anastasya's POV. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, from the elaborate updo my hair was styled in, to the white lace dress I was currently wearing. A bride was usually happy on her wedding day, but I was unable to conjure up any feelings of joy or elation whatsoever. It was hard to feel any happiness when one was being forced to marry against their will, like I was. Even worse, being married to a man I had never met, one who's ruthlessness preceded him, the don of the Italian cosa nostra in New York City. But this marriage was necessary to secure an alliance between my family and the Italian mafia. As the daughter of the Pakhan of the Russian bratva, I always knew I would end up in an arranged marriage. I just never expected it to be a monster.I took a deep breath, right before I was distracted by a loud knock on the door. “It's time, Stasya. Let's go.” My father's gruff voice called out from the other side of the door. I picked up the bouquet of white flowers resting on th...
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