The bride should gleam in her husband's arm during their first dance. But neither of the brides were blushing or happy while dancing with their husbands.
Sila was still trying to accept the fact that she was married to an Italian, specifically the future Capo, Klaus Barbieri. While Rose was scared to death as her mind kept painting the images of the upcoming wedding night. Oh dear God! What if He was too… “Stop it!” Vladimir hissed coldly, Rose jumped, startled. “Wha..what?” She asked finally daring to look at him. “Whatever you are thinking. Stop it. You look as if you are dying!” Rose looked down. The marriage was not less than a death sentence to her. She sighed in relief when the song ended and her father took her over. While Vladimir was joined by her mother. Stephanie Barbieri’s face was void of any expression. “I beg you, please treat my daughter right. She is too innocent for this world.” Vladimir fixed his mother-in-law with a stern gaze. “I know how innocent she is, Mrs Barbieri. You do not have to tell me that. Also, Rose is my wife now so I suggest you do not interfere in our marriage,” He told her pointedly. Stephanie pinched her lips in a thin line and nodded at him. She forgot that mafia men were heartless creatures. They do not have heart to store feelings like love and compassion but only anger and grudges. The song ended and Stephanie parted from Vladimir who was about to go to his sister when a voice stopped him. “Dance with me!” Frowning deeply, Vladimir turned towards the sharp voice only to find Rose' younger sister Mia, standing in front of him in a beige colored dress. He squinted his eyes, “Is this an order, girl?” Mia shrugged. “Call it whatever you want. I want to dance with you.” She said offering her hand to him,“Brother-in-law.” Vladimir critically eyed her palm and she pointed her eyes to her hand. “Take it.” Silently, Vladimir accepted it and they started moving with the tunes of the new song. Despite his scary face, Mia fixed him with a death glare and tried to threaten him. “Dont hurt my sister, If you ever hurt her, I will kill you with my bare hands.” Vladimir's eyebrows rose up slightly as He eyed the girl almost half of his age, in amusement. The little sparrow was trying to scare the lion. “And what if I don't do it?” He asked in a low tone making Mia scowled. Didn’t she just warn him? “Then I will kill you,” She snapped and stepped her heel on one of Vladimir's shoes and pressed it to hurt him. But the man only chuckled at her futile action. If only she knew the extremes of pain He suffered. Her heels didn’t even feel like a needle to him. Mia let out a frustrated low grumble when she saw He was not getting affected by her stunt. “Just don't hurt her. She is worth more than you can ever be,” She flared her little nose. Vladimir rewarded deaf ears to her. The song ended and Vladimir left her. “Dance over.” Mia gave him a death glare. Oh she wanted to add another scar on his face but knew better than to create a scene. She went back to her mother who was standing with her cousin and aunt. Valentina Barbieri, Klaus’s sister, was glaring at Sila. She didn't like her marriage with her brother. Jessica was equally unhappy. “Because of your daughter, my son is stuck with a Russian girl!” Jessica snapped at Stephanie. “Rose is a curse to all of us, Mom,” Valentina said, adding fuel to the fire like always. Mia who was already bursting in anger burst on them before her mother could react. “And Rose is married to that barbaric man because of you!” She snapped at her selfish cousin Valentina whose eyes widened at Mia’s reply. “You…” Mia turned to her aunt ignoring Valentina. “And Klaus married that Russian girl because of you too. Don't blame us for it.” “I see your daughter has grown a sharp tongue!” Jessica scolded Stephanie but her daughter once again interrupted her. “Yes. I do, Aunt, so stop blaming my mother or anyone from my family when you guys are at fault!” Mia said, grabbing her mother's hand and going to Rose whose dance was finally over with her father-in-law. She looked as if she was on the death bed right now. “Did he say something?” Stephanie asked Rose about Boris Sokolov. Rose swallowed and shook her head. “Nothing except for advicing me to obey Vladimir to make this marriage work. And he expects a grandson soon.” Rose answered in a small dry voice. Stephanie seemed to gauge her daughter's anxiety. She placed her hand on her daughter's arm and gave it a soft squeeze. “Don't overthink about it, Rose. You have to win your husband's heart and trust. That's the only way to survive this marriage.” She inhaled sharply and added, “Submit to him willingly tonight and every upcoming night. It will be easy for you.” Rose’ heart clenched tightly in her chest at her mother's advice. Her father told her the same thing and now her mother. “Mom!” She paled. Stephanie patted her daughter’s arm. “You are lucky that Russians don't have the white sheet tradition. But I pity Sila in this regard.” She said before walking away from her. Mia didn't like that advice and pulled her sister's attention to herself. “I told you to runaway from here. Why did you come back. Now enjoy your wedding with that…that brute!” she snapped at her sister angrily. Rose blinked back the tears in her eyes. “He would have killed you all.” Mia fumed angrily. “No. I would have ended him before that,” Rose sighed. Her sister takes things too lightly sometimes. “Give me your hand,” Mia whispered making sure no one was looking at them. Rose frowned. “Why?” She asked but already extended her hand to her sister. “Because I want you to keep this,” Mia places the wedding gift she bought for her sister. Rose' eyes widened in horror seeing her gift. “Mia, it's...” “Yes. Keep it with you and if he tries to do something dirty you don't want. Use it.” Rose gasped. “Are you out of your mind? You want me to kill him.” “I know you can't do it so I won't advise it but make sure you show him that you are not a submissive bitch!” Mia taught her. Rose swallowed hard and somehow managed to hide it in her dress before the maid approached them to call her for the farewell. Nico hugged his daughter. To everyone else it looked like a father was feeling emotional but that was far from the truth. Rose hissed in pain when her father tightly held her arm and whispered threateningly, “Make sure you are pregnant within a month, Rose. And don't do anything stupid. Do as he says, make him trust you.” All the people were teaching her how to be a sacrificial lamb except her sister. But when she went to Klaus she couldn't help but cry. Yes, he was her cousin but their bond was no less than siblings. “I couldn't stop this marriage but I promise you Rose, you are safe.” Klaus kissed her forehead, assuring her. She nodded, for a moment her eyes went to Sila who was standing with her family. Boris was talking to her while Vladimir looked agitated about something they were discussing. “She seems like a good girl. Don't hurt her.” Klaus gave a firm squeeze to her hand but before he could speak Issac came there. “Brotha is calling you, it's time, let’s go.” he said but not before giving a death stare to Klaus who raised his eyebrows in question. Rose walked with him silently. As they approached, Vladimir's gaze narrowed, his eyes flicking between Isaac and Rose. "Is everything alright?" He asked, his deep voice low and stern. Isaac nodded curtly. "Yeah, everything's fine." Rose, however, looked pale, her eyes darting nervously between the two men. "Good," He said, his voice detached. "Let's get out of here. We have a long night ahead of us." They made their way to their waiting limousine. As they drove through the curved roads, leaving the city behind, Rose's anxiety grew with each passing mile. The thought of her getting alone with Vladimir, made her skin crawl. She glanced at her husband, his side profile filled with ugly art which matched his dark personality. He didn't seem to care about her presence in the car. “Any problem?” Vladimir asked without raising his eyes from his cell. She was about to shake her head but then remembered He expected words. “N..no.” “Then stop staring!” He whipped coldly, making her flinch. Rose immediately darted her eyes to the window, watching as the darkness outside seemed to grow thicker. She felt trapped, like an animal caught in a net. The car finally came to a stop in front of a massive iron gate. The gates swung open, revealing a sprawling villa. Vladimir stepped out of the car and offered Rose his hand. She blinked in surprise at his gentleman approach. Swallowing the thickness in her throat, she took his hand and a jolt of electricity ran through her veins when Vladimir closed his fingers around it. As they entered the villa, Rose's anxiety spiked. Had she been here in another circumstance, she would be awed by the lavish interior of the villa, the modern furnishings and artwork, but it all felt cold, soulless to her right now. Vladimir stopped in front of a black door. She visibly stiffened when He opened that door and they entered it. The furnishing, the interior, was beautiful but Rose was in a state of panic because her eyes were fixed on the bed dominating the center of the room. Rose's heart literally stopped when she heard the soft click of the door behind her. Her breathing turned short when Vladimir turned to her. The whole incident that happened last night flashed in her vision making her recoil in fear. No, She just couldn't give herself to this beast of a man, to this sinner. Her forehead broke into sweat as panic hugged her nerves. Vladimir merely took a step forward but she spun her head around and stepped backwards from him. An unknown strength came to her, "Don't come near me," Rose's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a desperate threat. "I…. I don’t want this. I don’t want….you!” The last word stuck on her tongue in low whisper because of fear but her husband heard it. For a moment, Vladimir paused, his void eyes darkened and He twitched his lips at her childish behaviour and denial. "You're my wife now, Rose," He said, his voice low and husky and He took off his blazer and threw it at the nearby couch. "You'll do as I say. You vowed to obey me in front of your family." His eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as He took a step closer. "No no, I don’t give consent to this. I'll scream, I'll fight. You'll never take me without a struggle." She frantically shook with a trembling voice, as she stepped back. Vladimir raised his brows. "Why? It's our wedding night. Don't you Italians have that white sheet tradition?” He said while opening the button of his white shirt. Rose’s complexion turned white at the reminder of that machiavellian tradition. “You are bound to produce my heir so let’s not delay it!” Her numb eyes followed the trail of his tanned skin as He stood before her half naked. No way in hell, she would let him fuck her, take her virginity or impregnate her at her twenty, “Come here, Babochka!” Vladimir beckoned her with his hand. Panicked, Rose’s eyes pricked with tears helplessly and darted around the room, searching for a way to escape but there was none. With a surge of adrenaline, she finally pulled out the secret weapon out of her dress pocket. “I said, don’t come near me!” She screamed and Vladimir halted seeing the sharp edge of a pocket knife being pointed at him by a trembling hand. Now for a lethal Mafia man like Vladimir Sokolov, that tiny thing was a laughable stock. Did she really think she could hurt him with this? He tilted his head and thoroughly observed his little wife’s flushed yet terrified features. Was she really that stupid or pretending to be courageous here? “Really, Babochka? You just hurt my pride. Would you attack me with this….plaything?” His amusing smirk made her snap out of her bravery and Rose blinked her eyes a few times in panic when He resumed walking near her. “STOP…” Rose didn’t know what had gotten into her as she screamed the next words which literally froze his feet as she put the knife on her neck and warned him. “I….will kill myself but would never let a freak sinner to touch me!”Sinner! Oh, isn’t that what He is! But why is it troubling to his little wife? Isn’t her own family filled with sins. Vladimir tilted his head in wonder. Rose was literally shivering in fear with that pocket knife on her neck irrespective of feigning bravery in front of him. She was terrified of him, He got that! But warning him with her own life, He realised how stupid of a wife He got for himself! It was the second day and second stunt she pulled over him. “Go on, Babochka! Let me see how proud Italian blood is!” His words were not less than a bitter taunt as He encouraged her with the wave of his hand but it startled Rose for a second. “Or Let me see how dramatic my little stupid wife can be!” He stepped further but Rose sensing He was provoking her, pressed the knife to her neck with faltered movement. “Look….I don’t want..” Vladimir moved with lightning speed and before she could even blink He swiftly snatched the knife out of her hand and flung it on the floor.
Klaus froze for a moment and pulled away from her. “Not a virgin!” He said with a slow disgust filled voice. His eyes blazed with sudden raw fury. His upper lip snarled. “Oh! so that’s the reason why you eagerly agreed to this marriage. He gave me a tainted good!” Klaus gritted looking at her like she was some plague. Sila clenched her jaw tightly. Even though she didn’t expect any good from him but the hateful words he was speaking broke her soul into shreds. “I told you the truth. I do not care what you think about it.”“Well you should!” He sneered, with his eyes narrowed. “You won't bleed if I fuck you. What’s the point behind it now? A ruined good you are.”She fumed at the insult. “You want these sheets tainted with my blood right?” She asked, nodding towards the neatly laid white silk bedsheet on the king sized bed. “Don't fret!” She nodded. “It will taint it with my blood,” she whispered and Klaus' eyes narrowed further when he watched her walk to the bed. But what she did
“The bedsheet you came to pick,” Sila answered without beating an eyelash. Jessica fumed. “You…” “Mom, You got what you came here for. Now leave. I need some privacy,” Klaus interrupted his mother and raked a hand on his face. Jessica blinked in surprise seeing her son disregarding her over this Russian girl. She pinched her lips and gave her son a curt nod. “Stephanie. Take the sheets off the bed,” she said, nodding at her. Stephanie’s eyes went to Sila who was standing there silently. She empathized with the girl and took off the bed sheet. The women left and Klaus turned to his wife with a sour look. “Get ready. Your father will be here for the white sheet tradition.” Sila blinked in surprise. “My father?” Klaus nodded. “Yes, Your father and your brothers.” Sila's insides curled at the news. “I do not want my father to see the sheets.” Klaus' eyebrows perked up. “Why?” He asked, taking a step forward, invading her personal space. “Is your father unaware of your
“Sila, what was it?” Boris asked tightly. “That…” “Do you want to leave Sila?” Isaac cut his father’s words. “I do not like these Italians and their filthy traditions!” “Isaac, quiet!” Vladimir ordered his younger brother. “But Brotha…” “Now!” Vladimir turned to him and whipped him with a cold stare leaving no option for argument. “Stay back!” Isaac took a step back and stood far away from them. Sila sighed and whispered. “He is a child.” “Then he must grow up!” Vladimir curtly said and fixed her with a questioning gaze. “What happened, tell me. Did he do something?” “Sila, how the sheets..” Boris asked and looked away from her. Sila knew how uncomfortable her father was right now. She knew how furious her brothers were right now. But they needed to know. “The sheets…” “...were fake Boris,” Klaus Barbeiri’s voice from behind turned their heads towards him. Vladimir's hazel eyes narrowed at his brother-in-law. Sila grabbed her brother's arm to calm him. She was well awa
“Rose. Do you have any idea what you have done, you fool!” Stephanie held her head in panic. If the Italian women came to know about this, they would mock her daughter for life. Jessica’s words of Rose being tainted buzzed in her ears. They would question her worth. And the Russians! Stephanie looked at Rose’s pale face but understood her turmoil. Vladimir's scarred face made him stand different among the people Rose was habitual of being around with. But Stephanie wouldn't allow her daughter to ruin her married life because of a few scars on her husband’s face. “Rose. My dear daughter,” she cupped Rose’s cheeks and brushed her tears away. “Darling, He is your husband. Your life will be ruined if he goes to other women for his needs. Don't spoil your life and status like this.” Rose sniffed and blinked at her mother. “But Mom, I can’t bear his closeness. He…” Stephanie nodded. “I know he is not good to look at. I know it's not easy to accept his closeness but you have to b
“How should a mafia’s wife act? What are her responsibilities in mafia marriage?” Rose asked Klaus whose face broke into a frown. “Why are you asking this!” He asked, confusingly. “Because I need to know from a man’s perspective!” Rose swiftly diverted his attention to a new topic. “Please tell me, you are a married man now, Klaus. What do you expect from your wife?” That attracted Klaus’s attention somehow as Sila’s fiery gaze flashed in his vision and he clenched his jaws. “A good wife should always be loyal and respectful to her husband, she should serve him, take care of his needs, and never raise her voice. And most importantly she should always obey him!” Rose blinked her eyes and looked down in thoughts. He talked the same thoughts as her mother taught her. So she should also obey her husband and give herself to him? Klaus narrowed his eyes seeing Rose’s contemplation over something. “Rose, did that ugly pakhan force you into something? Did he hurt you? Look, Rose, if you
“Don’t listen to our parents and stay on your grounds, Sis. If you submit to that man now, you will forever be his slave.” Rose looked at her sister who once again taught her how to rebel against her husband. The lunch went in awkward and thick silence and Mia dragged her aside to preach to her when she was about to leave with Vladimir. “I don’t know, Mia. I can’t fight him. Papa wants me to get pregnant with his child!” Rose exasperated, looking at Vladimir’s back who was engaged in conversation with Francesco and Boris. Mia scoffed. “Pregnant with that sinner’s child? Forget about this. Don’t sacrifice your dreams because of that man!” Mia nodded at her. “Don't forget your dreams are bigger than this bullshit!” “What are you two talking about?” Valentina asked, walking over to them. Mia rolled her eyes. “Not something you should be concerned about!” Valentine sharpened her gaze at her, “You are really getting on my nerves recently, kiddo!” Then she glanced at Rose up and down.
Rose cried in silence and touched his injured arm with shaking hands but she was shocked to find him with his unfazed features. He didn’t even hiss at the pain. “You…..you are bleeding!” She whispered with tears. But her husband's undivided attention was on his rivals. The car on the left side accelerated to block his front but Vladimir in return collided with it with a sharp hit resulting in it losing its balance. Second car hit on the back roughly and Rose jerked away from him and hit on her side with a force. A painful screech left her mouth when something hit her head. “Chert poberi! Bloody fuckers!” Vladimir’s knuckles turned white and He pounced on the car and crushed its right side badly before controlling his own steering wheel. He immediately unhooked Rose’s belt and pulled her back to him, this time holding her firmly. Rose was crying badly, her voice stuck in throat in terror and pain. She was literally trembling in fear. “Hold on, Babochka! Hold on me, tightl
Sila took a step back from her husband with numb face. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she stared at Klaus Barbieri. She couldn't believe what she just did. How could she panic in front of her husband like this? How could she do such a stupidity?Klaus' eyes hardened as he witnessed her defenses rising up. He took a step forward and held her shoulder, “What happened to you?” He asked her again, forcing his voice to come out as calm as possible.Sila's eyes widened, her breathing turned heavy at the indication of his question. “Nothing,” She forced the words out. “Sila!” Klaus grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Who was that man?”She flared her nose, controlling her emotions. “I don't know what you are talking about!” She snapped at him. Her insides were churning in anxiety. She didn't want anyone to know about her past. Especially Him!“Sila. Tell me!” Klaus insisted harshly. She jumped, startled. “As I said, I don't know what and about whom you are talking about! Stop imagining a
“Stop,” Sila said, pulling away from her husband, both of her hands were on his chest which she used to create space between them. She shook her head. “Stop, Klaus.”Klaus' eyes curled together into a deep frown. “Why should I?” He said, removing her hand from his chest and pulling her to himself bodily making her gasp in shock. “Klaus, What are you doing?”“You gave me right over your body in front of your Bratva and my Cosa Nostra,” He caressed her cheek with his forefinger as one side of his lips curled into a sly smirk. Sila’s eyes narrowed at him. His words infuriated her. “A ruined good you called me,” she whispered challengingly. “I am impure according to your standards, Klaus. Will you be able to stand my impurity?” she asked, she wanted to hear his answer. Klaus clenched his jaws tightly. His nose flared a little as he eyed her body. The formal suit she was wearing hugged her curves tightly at the right places. And those curves were calling him to her. “The fact that someo
“You look tense, Klaus,” Lauren said as she entered Klaus' cabin and found him with his eyes closed and head resting against the chair. Lauren urged to move near him and rest her head on his chest. She wanted to be in his arms and feel comfortable. But she also knew it was almost impossible. Yesterday night, when she left the office, she was hurt by how Sila talked to her. If it had been anyone else, Lauren would never have looked at him again. But he was Klaus Berbeiri. Her friend and the man she liked. She could give up on her pride but not on her love. Klaus heaved out a breath and straightened in his chair. “Has the problem been solved?” He asked instead, opening his eyes and looked at her with a frown.“Yes. Even if, I wanted to handle this situation on my own, I had to call Dad for this. I thought you would be helping me. But I understand Klaus. You are a married man now. You have your priorities.”Klaus locked his jaws. “Lauren. You are a good friend of mine but she is my wi
“What…what do you mean?” She asked, her heart hammering hard in her chest. Last night's events flashed in her vision and she swallowed hard.“I.. do not want to leave you, I will stay here.” she whispered silently, the last time she left him, he ruined the life of an innocent man. Vladimir gazed into her eyes firmly and his own gaze turned twisted. “Who says I would ever allow you to leave me, Rose?” He asked. “You are stuck with me until I want to. The only way you get to be free from ‘The Sinner’ is if you die or I get bored with you.”Rose' eyes welled with tears, her heart ached hearing his cruel words. She stoned her feelings to fight off the pain she was suffering right now. But Mia inhaled sharply hearing that as anger surged through her veins. “My sister is not a thing, you get bored of!” She snapped as she moved forward, grabbed Vladimir's arm and pulled him. Vladimir Sokolov's eyes changed dangerously. His body tightened with rage, had anyone else touched him like the lit
“Mia, come and have breakfast,” Rose smiled at her sister when she walked to the dining room. Mia with a flaring nose strode to her sister and checked her from head to toe. Her swollen eyes and bruised lips enraged her. “What did he do to you last night?”Rose blinked a few times to control the welling emotions in her eyes. She was still in horror of what happened last night. However, she was not going to trouble her sister for it. No, Her sister was young, she should be enjoying her life rather than being worried about her. So she decided to put her sister's life out of these horrible things. “He didn't do anything I didn't allow, Mia.”Mia fumed,her eyes narrowed at her sister. “You didn't allow him to rape you, did you?” Rose' eyes widened. “Mia! Stop it, what are you talking about? He didn't rape me! In fact he slept outside.”“Outside?” Mia questioned her. “You are not lying, are you?” Rose thinned her lips. “Mia. Please stop being protective about me. I am fine. My husband i
Chapter 35“You all are criminals! Sinners! Monsters!” Mia screamed at the maid who finally opened the door of her room in the morning. The whole night she kept calling for someone to open the door for her but no one answered her screams!The maid looked at her astounded. “Madam…”“Get away from me!” Mia snapped at her as she pushed her out of her way and ran towards Rose' room. She was hell scared for her sister after what she saw and heard last night. But her anxiety for her sister turned into shock when she found Rose' bedroom absolutely empty. “Rose?” She checked her sister in the bathroom but it was empty too. Mia's heart dropped to her chest in fear for her sister. She ran out of the bedroom calling her Rose Name. However, As she was moving towards the lobby to find Vladmir to kill him!And She bumped hard into someone. Her eyes widened as she looked at the man whom she collided with. Her heart filled with hatred seeing that horrible Isaac Berbeiri standing in front of her.
Chapter 39Rose closed her eyes tightly when she felt his hand on her stomach. Her mind buzzed with his words about Dante. He was going to hurt an innocent man because of her. Her stupidity cost someone his life. The thought was killing her from inside. He was of her age, a young man with dreams in his eyes for his life was suffering, all because of her. Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes as she bit the pillow hard to kill the sob escaping her throat. Her husband without caring about her emotions, her unwillingness to his touch kept roaming his hand on her body. She felt disgusted right now, his touch was making her feel uncomfortable. She tried, she tried really hard to win his heart but she failed. Her efforts failed. She failed!Her destiny was mocking her right now. She wanted a happy and peaceful life, a loving partner but what she got was a man who only likes to see her in pain.She trembled in anxiety when his grip on her shoulder tightened; he suddenly jerked h
Rose gasped loudly when Vladimir put her against the wall. Her emotions ran down her eyes in the form of tears. She was a crying mess. She didn't want this man anywhere near her this moment. And Vladmir fumed seeing her crying! “Don't try to manipulate me with these fucking tears!” He sneered getting into her face making her jump in fear as He punched the wall beside her hard. Rose closed her eyes in raw fear as she screamed. That horrid night once again went wild in her mind. “Please don't hurt me. Please.”“Hurt you!” Vladimir’s glacial voice chilled the walls of the room. “I intend to kill you for what you did! How dare you step away from my touch, Rose Sokolov, I can touch you whenever I want and wherever I want. You are my property!”“Stop calling me that!” She yelled at him. Her pride once again fought against her fear and she screamed out all her frustration to him. “I am your wife not your property or a whore or your mistress whom you can settle down in one of your penthouse
Sila's eyes once again went to her bruised neck in the mirror. The things she felt today when Klaus Barbieri touched her, shocked Sila to the depth of her soul. She never thought her body could react to anyone's touch like this. Was that the miracle everyone talked about? It seemed it was, she thought, fisting her hands tightly at her sides while staring at her reflection in the mirror. Sila Sokolov’s eyes glinted as she thought about the moment of joy she spent in her husband's arms. She would like to relive those heated moments. She was not some pitiful, self degrading girl afterall. However there was one bump in the road. One person standing between her and her happiness. Lauren Stone! Her husband himself confessed that he was in love with her Lauren. And still he married her. Tsk! Sila traced the hickey on her neck with her forefinger. “Klaus Barbieri. I wanted to keep you because of my pride. But now I want you to make me feel alive again. So your love for Lauren must di