Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“Aunt…” I stammered, my words barely escaping my trembling lips.

When did she come back from California? Her sudden return completely shattered the little hope I had left.

“You slutty bastard!!” she barked out, her voice filled with anger and disgust, taking a menacing step forward.

“When did you return?” I smiled, attempting to mask the tense atmosphere that now engulfed the entire house.

“Don’t you dare!!” Her words echoed with a mix of fury and warning, piercing through the air with an intensity that sent chills down my spine.

I took a step back, letting her words sink in. As much as it hurt, I realized she was right. I didn’t have to pretend like everything was fine between us. I just needed to handle my business and move on.

“You evil child!” she spat venom in her words. I closed my eyes, holding back the emotions that threatened to spill over. This wasn’t the first time she had hurled insults at me, especially since I lost my mother.

“I always knew you were no good, that you were evil!” she exclaimed, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

“Please… I’m here to see my father,” I managed to speak up, my voice trembling.

“Shut the fuck up!!!” she hissed harshly. “The very man whose life you ruined.”

“I didn’t ruin anyone’s life,” I snapped, catching her off guard. She quickly masked her expression, replacing it with a cold stare.

“Taking away everything he has… what does that even mean?” Anger surged through me as I heard the intruder’s sickening voice.

I turned my head towards Olivia. “Olivia…” My eyes flickered with a mix of anger, hatred, and pain.

“Well, hello, sis. Nice to meet you too,” she sneered sarcastically, a taunting smirk playing on her lips.

Just looking at her makes my blood fumes. If she hadn’t leaked that video that day, I wouldn’t be here now. I should have been out there, living my life to the fullest. But as they say, “Everything has an end.” This is my end of happiness and also the beginning of my pain and misery.

Looking at her, I can’t help but wonder what I’ve done to deserve this. Sure, I wasn’t thrilled when my father brought them into our lives, but I’ve never insulted or disrespected any of them…. Or given them any reason to hate me.

“And you have the audacity to still show your pathetic faces here,” she disparaged, mockingly lifting her chin.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I stood my ground, determination burning in my eyes. “I am here to see Father,” I repeated firmly, refusing to let their insults and accusations shake me. Only if they know that she is a devil_ only if they know that she was the cause of all this.

“Oh… Father!” they scoffed in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. “The man you supposedly ripped everything from, despite all he’s done for you,” she lashed out.

“Ungrateful human being,” Olivia’s mother snapped, venom dripping from her words. “Just like your mother… evil.”

My anger surged, jaw clenched tightly, as I locked eyes with her. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare call my mother…” Only if they know what I am going through right now, the never-ending torture from that demon but I guess even if they know it will be a thing of joy to them seeing me wallowing in pain.

“And if I do… what will you do?” she taunted, stepping forward with her hands behind her back. “He favored you over my precious daughter, Olivia. He gave you everything, everything… but you ruined him. You may have been his ‘best daughter,’ but in reality, you’re nothing but a serpent,” she spat, each word hitting me harder than expected.

I took a deep breath, refusing to let their words define me. I knew who I was and what I deserved. I know the culprit behind all this but the issue is who will believe me not when evidence is all over the internet.

“The good girl,” Olivia chuckled. “So bad I have Mason, I wonder how it feels knowing how he makes love to me,” she laughed and the worst was when her mother joined in laughing.

I could feel the anger boiling inside me as Olivia’s cruel words echoed in the room. It was clear that she and her mother were reveling in my discomfort, finding joy in trying to hurt me. But I refused to let their negativity consume me.

But as I opened my mouth to respond, a domineering voice cut through the tension, coming from the man standing at the stairs in the living room. “What is going on here?” he demanded, his voice commanding attention.

I turned towards my father, grateful for his intervention. Though his disappointment lingered in his eyes, I could see a glimmer of concern and curiosity. It was a chance to explain, to make him understand that I never intended for any of this to happen.

I took a deep breath to steady myself but my heart flipped instantly, his cold gaze was fixed on me. I opened my mouth but instantly fell silent as I saw the disappointment and thunderous look on my father’s face.

“Why are you here?” My heart breaks hearing his voice, he speaks like he wasn’t pleased to see me.

My heart sank as my father’s cold gaze pierced through me, disappointment etched on his face. The room fell silent, the tension thick in the air. Olivia and her mother reveled in the moment, their laughter echoing in my ears.

“Dad, I really didn’t… I…” I struggled to find the right words, my voice trembling with emotion. The weight of their accusations and insults hung heavy on my shoulders.

Olivia’s mocking laughter cut through the silence. “Finally gone mute,” she slurred, her words dripping with venom.

“Why are you here?” my father’s voice thundered, his question echoing in the room. It felt like a punch to the gut as if he didn’t want me there.

“Dad, I didn’t mean to ruin things… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” I stammered, my lips trembling as I tried to explain myself. The words spilled out in a rush, my voice filled with desperation.

But the disappointment in his eyes remained, his silence deafening. It felt like I was standing on a precipice, unsure if I would be able to bridge the gap between us. My heart ached, longing for his understanding and forgiveness.

Olivia and her mother continued to revel in my discomfort, their laughter a constant reminder of my supposed wrongdoings. But deep down, I knew I had to stay strong. I couldn’t let their negativity define me.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and stepped forward, making my way up the stairs towards my father. The room held its breath, waiting for his response.

Meanwhile, Olivia watched the scene play out as she leaned on the wall with her chin propped on her hand. “Dad……. I just need your forgiveness,” I lowered my head in shame.

The word had barely left my lips when Olivia barricaded me. With her hands folded naughtily in front of her chest, she sneered in disgust, “What else do you want? You have already taken the most important thing from him,”

“Get out of here, and stop lingering your worthless self around here. You have done a lot of harm than good,”

I clenched my fists as I glowered at her displeased words. Seeing the hatred and pain in my eyes, Olivia leaned forward, “Is that not the fingerprints that I am seeing on your face……… oops!! Barely a day of your wedding and you’re already getting the taste of what you dished out,”

I could see the pain and concern in my father’s face as Olivia’s laughter echoed in the background. But his expression quickly turned cold and blank.

I wanted him to say something, to understand the pain I was going through. But Olivia’s voice interrupted once again, spewing hurtful words. “No man can ever make you worthy,” she sneered. “Not Mason and here again, not Damien Albrecht who just married you for a reason. You’re nothing but his punching bag.”

My anger and pain surged through me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I snapped my head towards Olivia, my hand itching to deliver a well-deserved slap. “Go ahead, then,” she taunted. “Do your worst!”

But before I could act, my father stepped in, his voice filled with disappointment. “You, don’t you dare! You, disgrace of a daughter,” he reprimanded.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain control. Looking at Olivia, I declared, “I won’t stoop to your level. Your words won’t define me. I’m here to make amends with my father, and nothing you say or do can change that, not anymore,”

Turning to my father, I gasped as I saw him glaring at me with dissatisfaction. “Dad……. She just…….

” You still have the gut to come here and raise your hands on your sister, the one that is far better than you,”

Olivia’s words cut deep, but I couldn’t believe my father’s response. Was he blind to her true nature or just susceptible to her manipulation?

“Father,” I said, my voice trembling with disbelief. Who doesn’t know Olivia’s deep hatred toward me?

His words hit me like a dagger. “Everything Olivia said was right,” he continued, dismissing my pain. “You should be in your husband’s house, not here.”

“Dad,” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

Nevertheless, he ignored me and resumed, “You are married now, you should be in your husband’s house and not here,” he snapped, earning a chuckle from Olivia who had a dirty smirk on her lips.

Husband…… seriously!! The one that almost strangled me to death last night.

I cried out, “Dad…!” My head was shaking in disbelief. I know I made mistakes, but being subjected to my early grave is not right. What did we gain from all of this? Absolutely nothing. It feels like my manipulative demon of a husband has everything, the company and me, but we have nothing except empty respect.

“You don’t deserve to be my daughter,” he shook his head in disappointment. It was incredibly hurtful to hear those words from your own father.

“You, wrenched soul ruined him and have ripped everything from us,” Olivia’s mother snarled.

I couldn’t control the tears again as they rolled down my face watching my father act like my life and happiness didn’t matter. I rather walk in shame than be trapped in that house with those men. It is incredibly painful to feel disregarded by someone that you love and grew up with.

“Please… Dad,” I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation and longing. I hoped that my words would reach his heart, that he would see the pain and hurt in my eyes. I wanted him to understand, to realize that I was in pain.

“Your plea won’t do anything, loser,” Olivia snarled, her sharp gaze piercing into mine. But I ignored her, determined to focus my attention on my father. I knew that deep down, there was still a flicker of love and understanding within him. I refused to let Olivia’s words discourage me from fighting for the relationship that meant so much to me.

“You heard Olivia, the way you laid your bed is the way you lay on them,” pain and disappointment flashing in his eyes. “Go home and carry your cross,”

“Dad… please,” I fell to my knees immediately, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t go back there, please,” I cried out, my voice filled with desperation and fear.

“He is your husband and you should be thankful to him because assuming he didn’t marry you off pretending to be your fiance, no one will ever take you seriously or want anything to do with you again,” he said, his words hitting me hard no matter how true it was.

“Who could want a slut as a wife,” Olivia laughed, “Poor Damien…..” She forged concern.

“Dad… please,” I cried out, continuing to beg. I pleaded with all my heart, hoping that he would see the pain and desperation in my eyes. I needed him to understand the depth of my struggle and the importance of finding a way out of this situation.

“I have nothing else to do here,” he mumbled. I can sense frustration and disinterest in his voice.

“I just need your forgiveness,” I voiced out, pain in my tone. He laughed bitterly before looking back at me, “My forgiveness wouldn’t bring back the company…… so go back to your husband! Even at your wrong I helped marry you off, protecting you away from the shame that could have fallen on you by using my company,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

“Go and build your home,” he suddenly said. And all I could feel was pain.

Home…… he said, I smiled bitterly. Building home with Damien Albrecht is more like throwing myself into the lion’s den and expecting the lion not to chew me off. I didn’t even know how to face him, talk more of making that ferocious creature love me. Damien was heartless

“If… “My voice trembled as I raised my teary eyes to look at him, “If I succeed in bringing back the company, will you forgive and love me again,” I said in tears, and he suddenly went mute.

He went still and I could feel Olivia letting out a taunting laugh like I was insane, but I brushed off her and her mother’s cold and hateful speech toward me and focused my attention back to my father.

“How do you intend to do that, loser……” Olivia laughed.

“Maybe sleeping with him,” her mother ridiculed.

“No, hahaha…… Damien is smarter than that not after he has waited for this company for years,” Olivia added, and felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Everyone knows that I did sign my death sentence because Damien is a brutal being, and the worst is that I didn’t even know how to go about this sudden plan of mine.

Still, in my thoughts, his furious words echoed through the house, sending shivers down my spine. “Get out and never come back,” my father bellowed, the fear gripping me tightly.

“He can never love you, so don’t waste your time, or else you wish for your death so soon,” Olivia whispered in my ear, making sure only I could hear.

However, sighing I turned away from Olivia, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing the pain in my eyes. I knew her words were meant to hurt, but I wouldn’t let them break me. I took a deep breath and walked away, leaving her behind with her bitterness.

I knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but I was ready to face the challenges head-on. I would find a way to mend the wounds I had unintentionally caused and rebuild the trust I had lost with my father even if it means enduring shits from that demon, Damien Albrecht.

To be continued……….