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 the sweet smelling fragrance on her gown and tilted my brows. “You smell nice though, but you’ve got to understand that there’s more to smelling nice or having an expensive collection of perfumery, you’ll have to also act like it, and let this also be the first and last time you’ll try to give me a slap, you did it before and I respected that, don’t think I’ll keep on playing victim all the time, you’ll have to learn, Ana…”
“Get your filthy hands off me!” She struggled and pushed me off her. “You wouldn't dare hold me for that long next time, else I’ll force the resounding slap on you against your damn wish!”
She walked straight to her room upstairs while I watched in regret. I bit my lips and had my fist clenched. The hate I felt within me increased all of a sudden and I felt like following behind, maybe I’ll have to end this tonight.
“Don’t even think about it,” I turned back and realized my sister, Isabel, was standing behind me. It felt like she stood there all along, watching Ana and I exchanging words.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Well, you don’t have to pretend at all, I saw everything, you’ll have to give her some time to fit into the family, properly,”
She walked to me and gave me a warm hug.
“Come on brother, we both know the essence of this marriage and we mustn’t deviate from it, it’s crucial we understand the times we’re in, don’t worry, I’ll go and see if she’ll be able to let me speak,” she said smiling at me as I released her from my embrace.
“Sister, you’ve got to be careful around her, she could be dangerous, I mean, she could become so close to corrupt your perception of things, just stay brave and take the smartest decisions you can,”
She gestured with her hands pointed right at me while she smiled and walked away. I had my hands in my pocket and monitored every step she took upstairs as she finally walked leftward along the corridor leading to Anastasya’s room.
“But why on earth would she just neglect me? Even after I saved her from that man? Who the hell was he and what does he want from her?” I muttered as I walked towards the dispenser and grabbed a glass. I felt dehydrated, maybe due to the harsh wine collection I had back at the ceremony. I wondered what the outcome of our staged relationship would be and for how long I could hold up to her.
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“Hey, I’ve been searching for you since, where have you been? And why weren’t there to give the closing remark? Where’s Anastasya?” Katerina, my immediate younger sister walked into the living room looking so curious and uneased. I sensed she wasn’t happy with me at all and maybe had been in search of me all through. She stood a few meters from me while I opened and grabbed another bottle of champagne, the water wasn’t enough of course. I laid my hands in a full gulp.
“Maybe you’ll have to go to the maidens room and find out, I think she’s gone nuts,”
“Brother… Come on, where’s Isabel?” She asked as she walked right at me and grabbed the bottle of champagne. Of course I’d get drunk if she’d let me continue in the wine.
“Give me that!” She snapped the bottle forcefully and dropped it on the table. “You just came home and you’re trying to get yourself drunk?”
“But isn’t this the best time to get drunk? At least I’m not at a club, I’m right in my house,”
She exhaled and watched me as I sat in thoughts. My arms supported my jaw while I had my gaze at the flower vase right in front of me. Her hands slid through my shoulders while she inquired. “Have you heard from her dad since you both got here?”
I sneered. “Dad? Sister, I’m married to her for a reason, we all know this ain’t a real marriage, it’s just a show to the public and the rest of the empires that we are united with her family, that’s all, there’s nothing extra curricular going on between us, at least none for now,”
“But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t speak to Mr. Volkov, you know how powerful he is and what connecting more with him would do to both families?”
“Katerina, I’ll have to play my role in this drama and going so mutual with the bride's father wasn’t one of the conditions I was given, and please, I’d appreciate it if we get to talk about something else and forget about, Mr. Volkov.”
She smiled and rubbed both hands before She unlocked the wrist watch on her left hand and admired them. I actually gifted her a day ago. “Thanks for the silver strap watch though,”
“You’re welcome..” I added as I had a quick glance at the watch and turned back to the flower vase.
“Massimo, by the way, I watched you and Romeo walk off the lobby while the ceremony went on, what actually transpired? because you looked so angry, I also noticed some bouncers accompanied you out and before then, Ana walked out of that same route too,”
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. 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
Anastasya’s POV “Ana? Ana,” I heard Isabel call as she walked behind me while I made way to the garage. It was evening already and I wasn’t sure I would be able to cope with the boredom in that house when New York had a whole lot for me to explore. I pretended not to hear her call so hastened my footsteps but she was faster and smarter, she hastened hers and ran in front of me. “Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t hear me call you or what?!” She yelled as she posed angrily in front of me. The Skin on her forehead wrinkled as she stared. “Hmm, I see, and what do you intend to do to me if I refuse to reply to such an insulting call? Is that the rightful way to treat the wife of a don?!” "…And you think the don’s sister should be treated like an actual piece of shit?! Maybe you should learn more Ana, you don’t have to ignore me at all, I have every right to know where you’re going.” “And who the hell says I was going somewhere?” “It’s not a ‘Who,’ Ana, it’s a ‘What’, The car
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 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
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. 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 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 “Ana? Ana,” I heard Isabel call as she walked behind me while I made way to the garage. It was evening already and I wasn’t sure I would be able to cope with the boredom in that house when New York had a whole lot for me to explore. I pretended not to hear her call so hastened my footsteps but she was faster and smarter, she hastened hers and ran in front of me. “Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t hear me call you or what?!” She yelled as she posed angrily in front of me. The Skin on her forehead wrinkled as she stared. “Hmm, I see, and what do you intend to do to me if I refuse to reply to such an insulting call? Is that the rightful way to treat the wife of a don?!” "…And you think the don’s sister should be treated like an actual piece of shit?! Maybe you should learn more Ana, you don’t have to ignore me at all, I have every right to know where you’re going.” “And who the hell says I was going somewhere?” “It’s not a ‘Who,’ Ana, it’s a ‘What’, The car
Massimo’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