All Chapters of Mafia's Sinful Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

WARNING: This is not a cliche Mafia Multibillionaire romance, there is a lot of dark angst involved and slow burn. ______HAZEL -I became engulfed in the darkness of a cruel world for the past four months. Since my mother was snatched away from us in a terrible car collision. Having no place to go, my elder married sister Leila refused to bear responsibility for me and our eleven-year-old little brother Bilal. She herself was married to a selfish imam who dissuaded her from sheltering us at their home.My mother was my comfort and shield, composed of truly devotional motherly traits which were stripped away from us. Leaving Bilal and me unprotected and vulnerable. Fast forward four months since her passing on to the next life, Bilal and I are dwelling now with our estranged father whom we refer to as baba, including his nightmarish second wife and their three kids.Baba and his wife, Naheed are already planning to marry me off to a total stranger. My groom-to-be is the son of Naheed'

HAZEL -From my vantage, I could sense that something seems out of order. I wish to halt that man from taking her away but it could just be her father. My family always made it clear to stay out of people's businesses on the streets. So I just watch as they exit the gymnasium."Arielle!?"Within a few seconds, the two girls Katie and Bev rush out of their cubicle. They look around frantically. "Arielle!"Where are you?!"Uh oh, My suspicions proved right! Bev approaches me. "Hey excuse me? Have you seen a little red-haired girl about seven years old, this height with a black frock?" Her voice trembling and her eyes wild with concern."Oh my God, Rachael will kill me," Katie shouts over as she worriedly scans the crowd. "Where the hell is that brat?!""I saw that little girl! A man dressed in a black suit with shades was taking her away through those exits." I point quickly toward the exits and without a second thought -start rushing toward them hurriedly along with the two girls in tow

HAZEL -"Hazel darling, just please relax." Leila squeezes my hand reassuringly as a bright flash nearly blinds me.The cameraman is at it again, Hasn't he already snapped enough pics of me from this angle? We are reclining on a silk couch atop a one-foot-tall mini-stage. It's my wedding day. It is almost over and the nikkah ceremony has been completed. I'm officially Mrs. Hazel Imran Mirza."How can I when everyone is looking at me !?" I whisper tensely as my gaze sweeps over the attendants in the banquet hall. All of Baba's (dad's) and Mirza's relatives and friends are reclining on plush seats at round tables laden with food and drink.It was a decent banquet hall, simple yet elegant, and paid for by Mr. Anwar Mirza since he insisted that his one and only son was to be married. I catch sight of my reflection in the compact mirror Leila briefly holds out to me. I looked pretty for my wedding. I had many of my mother's features.I was inwardly grateful to have inherited her features. F

Hazel -the table I sit at is laden with halal east Asian food. it's my favorite cuisine. mister mirza was kind enough to have asked me beforehand to create a menu selection of the food I'd prefer to be served.I was looking forward to eating up until the handshake incident. my appetite was gone and my anger was now replaced by glumness as I relapsed into my thoughts."come on! at least break this big fortune cookie the waiter must have brought in for you !" Leila's voice disconnects me from my brooding daydream.I peer down and spot a fortune cookie the size of a lemon sitting on my plate. I hadn't even realized when the waiter had brought this in since I was so lost in thought."how come I didn't get one ?" Bilal whines."hazel is the bride, I think only the bride and groom get one." Leila assumes."believing in fortune cookies is forbidden," I state disinterestedly.Leila chuckles. "no one is telling you to believe in it, just break the cookie and read it for fun!"heaving a solemn

The wrath of this potent appearing man renders me speechless for a couple of seconds. With difficulty, I tore my gaze away from his scorching eyes and look around to register in my brain what had just happened.The shattered iPhone lay across from me on the pavement. Then I realize it immediately. His phone broke because of me."Well?" His voice is low, velvety, and scathing. "Are you fucking blind?"He sounds sort of foreign yet there was also a touch of an upper-class British accent.My heart hammers like thunder against my ribcage as I glance back up at him.Strands of hair fall across his forehead from the slight breeze. His eyebrows are no longer furrowed deeply as they were a few seconds ago. Neither do the nostrils flare of his perfectly straight nose but yet his shapely jaw clenches in ire. For a split second his chiseled noble features resemble Ancient Greek sculptures depicting Adonis.I strive to search for words to say but momentarily my brain is playing amnesia with me it