All Chapters of Betrothed To The Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stare at the back of the head of the man sitting four rows ahead of me. He's yelling at someone over the phone. Probably his personal assistant, Pietro. Poor guy. He must sense that he's being watched because he turns and looks straight at me. I don't break eye contact, though. I stare at him head-on like he taught me to. He doesn't say another word to Pietro, except to stare at me intently… like he's looking into my soul through my eyeballs. I break out into a sweat from nervousness because I am no longer comfortable. We've been staring at each other for a minute now. I'm about to give up when he smiles and breaks eye contact. I'm jumping internally but I don't smile back at him. He doesn't deserve my smile. "What did he do to you this time?" Antonio, my older brother, sits beside me. He knows damn well why my mood is sour. It's always like this whenever I'm in the same room with our father. Well… not a room per say. We're sitting at the airport waiting for the go ahead from our

"Girl, he what?!" One of my best friends, Andrea exclaims. So far she's been the only one actually saying any words. Sophie and Kim are still dumbfounded just like I was last week. I called the girls out for lunch mostly because it was high time we had our monthly meetup. We're seated on the roof top of an exquisite restaurant having lunch and catching up on life like we usually do monthly. It has been six months since we all graduated from college, and because everyone has real life things going on in our lives, meeting up has been a little bit difficult. It's either I and Andrea are present in New York when Sophie and Kim aren't or it's vice versa. On occasions like that, whoever isn't physically present, joins us virtually. Currently Kim isn't present so she's on a video call having lunch on the other end. "Please tell me you have a picture." Sophie looks at me. "And risk my phone being contaminated? No, thank you." I reply seriously. "His name then?" Kim asks from over the phon

This morning Antonio told me we'll be having dinner with the Dmitry's later today. I don't know what he and dad has with keeping me up to speed on instances like this. Already done with my makeup, I begin raiding my closet looking for what to wear. I was going to wear this really cute sundress I got from shein but when I saw the restaurant that was picked out, I changed my mind. I eventually settle for a moss green coloured, zip front corset dress that has a halter neck. I pair it with my gold heels, a matching purse, jewelries and style my jet black hair in a low bun. I'm aiming for a simple yet classy look and looking at myself in the mirror, I can't help but to feel like I've done a great job. Especially as the dress hugs my curves so well, it accentuates how thin my waist is. The sound of my phone's notification goes off and I go to see if it's my driver. Instead I see a text from Antonio. Antonio: John won't be driving you today. Expect Ivan in a few minutes. O My God! I don

The next two months goes by in a flash. Like literally. One moment we were having dinner and then the next I'm going wedding gown shopping with my girls. I know the groom isn't really supposed to be around when shopping for a wedding gown, but isn't he supposed to be present for the cake tasting and the other things?I honestly didn't even know what to expect since all Olga told me was that everything concerning the marriage preparations are already being planned out and that all I had to do was to show up looking pretty. I didn't know if I was to be flattered or not on hearing that.Olga's been doing all she can to make up for Ivan's absence over the past two months. She came with me for the cake tasting, and for the first gown shopping; I told her she could just let me and the girls pick out something the next day since we couldn't come to an agreement that day because she kept suggesting archaic looking gowns. I don't know why they would even still have gowns like that in this mode

An hour into the wedding reception, I'm very sure I look like I'd rather be anywhere else than at my own reception party. I don't think I'm at fault here because the man who's supposed to be my husband has been very dismissive towards me since the church wedding. He hasn't complemented nor said a single word to me at all and that just makes me feel downright miserable. Naturally, today's supposed to be the best day of my life but this is infact far worse than the day I found out I was a mafia princess.It's time for the couple dance so as I have my arms around Ivan's neck, I don't expect the words that comes out of his mouth."you look beautiful." That raw, manly voice whispers in my ears. I look up into his eyes for a while, trying to decipher this man called Ivan, before i give up. His brown eyes don't hold any emotions. My plan is to ignore his comment but then I think better of the idea, reflecting further. If we're going to continue playing whatever game this is for however lo