chapter 3

Isabella POV

Everything was finished. My whole life turned upside down within the blink of an eye. Niccolò killed my father and now he is forcing me to marry him. How can I marry the person who killed my father? I would rather die than marry him.

I hate him with every fiber of my existence.

Wiping my tears, I stood up from the bathroom floor of my room where I have been sitting for more than hours. He asked me to get ready in a white bridal gown which vividly indicates that he is going to force me to marry him.

I don't want to marry him. Please God, save me from this monster. Walking near the sink, I stared at my reflection. The broken girl stared right back at me.

He broke me.

"Bella," the voice which I hate whispered outside the room.

Niccolò's voice was so soft and gentle which contradicted his action of forcing me to marry him. I ignored his voice and continued to wash my face with cold water. The redness spread over my nose due to the coldness of the water.

"Bella, it's already late. Don't make me angry, just come out now." Sternness could be felt in his voice.

He is getting angry. Good.

I don't care.

Suddenly the door of the bathroom clicked open while he entered inside. My heart throbbed against my ribcage, sensing him closer to me. Lifting my eyes, I stared at his reflection through the mirror.

My fist on the sink tightened when I felt his finger moving towards the zipper of my dress. His hot breath fanned over my neck, making unknown feelings erupt inside me.

Pulling the zipper down, he traced his nose over the curve of my neck. Surely he can feel my pulsating nerves near the base of my neck. My dress pooled near my legs and I stood just in my bra in front of him.

I couldn't find my panties in the morning in the club room. His hard eyes fell between my legs, making me clench them together. I feel exposed in front of him. Wetness leaked through when he brushed his fingers against my thigh, caressing the skin.

I bit my lips to control the moan. I can't give him the satisfaction to see me in please.

"St..stop," I gulped, feeling his finger freezing over my thighs, "you can't touch me without my permission." Saying this, I moved from him.

His hard gaze followed me till I reached the closet where the wedding dress was waiting for me. His hot gaze landed on my lower back which was making my stomach churn differently.

Without bothering to wear any panties, I wore the dress. Reaching near the dressing table, I applied minimal make up and a tint of lipstick. The whole time his eyes didn't leave me for a second. He is acting like an obsessed bastard.

I look beautiful in this dress. It was off shoulder from one side and my collarbone was on display for him. Sensing his presence near me made me still for a second. Without a word he wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling deeper into my neck.

It feels like he is seeking some comfort from my warmth. After destorying everything he want comfort. Tears collected in my eyes thinking about dad. He was the only one I have in my life and now he is always gone.

Tears roll down my cheeks, wetting the area. Jerking his hands away from my body I turned around, staring straight into his eyes.

My eyes were furious.

Niccolò POV.

There stood my soon to be wife in the bridal dress chosen by me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her beauty isn't only external but internal only. Since childhood I have seen her growing filled with innocence.

What would have happen if Xavier was successful in selling her? She would have lost her belief from this world. Her innocence would have been tainted if I didn't killed her father. She needs protection from this cruel world.

I know every under mafia boss knew that Xavier is going to sell his daughter but knowing about his death everyone would be behind her and the thrown which Xavier had before his death.

I vow to protect her till my last breath.

The trail of my thought was interrupted by the loud noise of her heels. I knew that she made that sound deliberately so that I can remove my eyes from her. But how can I help myself? Knowingly or unknowingly my eyes are falling over her.

She would be my wife. My wife?

But she hates you. The inner voice from inside me spoke which brought me back to reality. No daughter will every fall for the guy who has killed her father.

Maybe one day when she will lean his true game.

Walking closer to her I wrapped my arms around her waist and walked out of the room with her beside me. The whole mansion was decorated within a hour of my instruction for our marriage. I want to get married in church but currently the situation outside is not good.

Xavier's friends are furious at me and my actions. They are ready to attack me and my men for our betrayed to their best friend. They can call me traitor but I don't care.

I just care about Bella and my promise.

I felt her anxiety seeing people in the hall. Tightening my arms around her I walked down the stairs with her in my arms. Every eyes turn towards me.

Every Mafia group which accepted me the next leader of Sforza groups are presented to witness our wedding and my throne ceremony. They knew that it will only profit them if they accepted me the new leader.

"Niccolò, congratulations my brother." Marco, my right hand who is also my best friend came to wish us.

"Thank you." I mumbled but Bella didn't show any interest in him or the wedding.

I smiled.

"Heyy Bella." waving his hands in front of her he tried to get her attention but fail badly. I want to laugh at his expression.

We met with few of the important people before the wedding ceremony started. The father was standing on the stage, waiting for us to join.

Peaking Bella's forehead I took her to the stage and everyone hooted with excitment.

Standing face to face to each other I looked into her eyes which were silently crying. I feel so helpless to see her crying and do nothing. It kills me.

Taking a deep breath I tried to hold her hands but she jerked away my hands. Clenching my jaw I accepted the insult in front of everyone with a smile on my face. It's okay Niccolò she has the right to get angry with you.

The father started with his vows after cleaning his throat, seeing the bride anger for her groom.

"Do you take Isabella Sforza as your lawful wife, to have and to hold her, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love her and cherish her until death do you part."

My heart was beating so loud against my ribcage that I felt like passing out. Bella will be mine. My wife. Taking a deep breath of relief I spoke.

"I do."