The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

I woke up slowly, my body aching in places 1 hadn't realized could ache.

A dull soreness throbbed between my legs making me wince in pain as I tried to move.

Every small shift reminded me of last night, of Silas and the way he had pushed me to my limits.

I wasn't aware that I would be this exhausted, I didn't even know when I had passed out.

Everything that had happened, right from the beginning to the end ran through my mind in an endless loop.

I bit my lip, feeling the flush spread across my checks as my mind replayed the moments.

Right from him tying me up to the end.

How had I gotten back to my room?

I finally paid attention to the environment around me, gripping the bedsheet underneath me.

The sheets felt unfamiliar and for a second, I panicked, not knowing how I ended up here.

I was with Silas last, wasn't I?

I was even wearing a robe and it further confused me.

But then it hit me: Silas must have carried me back; that was obviously what had happened.

I couldn't remember anything after that last wave of pleasure, but the soreness in my body told me everything I needed to know God, what he did to me..

When he said he was going to worship my body, he did so and left no crumps and that without satisfying himself.

It made me feel bad that Silas had only focused on me, not bothering about himself.

Realizing that I had gonen lost in thoughts, I shook my head, trying to push the memories away before I got too caught up

in them

Blushing, I sat up slowly, groaning at the tightness in my muscles.

I need a shower.

I thought to myself, running my hand through my hair.

But what I didn't have was the strength to leave this bed right now.

If I was given the chance, I would stay in bed for the whole day.

At that exact moment, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I should head out for breakfast immediately.

After a while, I managed to get out of bed and stumble to the bathroom, peeling off the robe in the process. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, a light gasp escaped my lips, my eyes widening slightly.

I had hickeys scattered all over my body, a clear aftermath of last night.

Do I have to bother hiding this? I wondered as I stared at my reflection

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I'm certain the whole house heard me last night, so I didn't think there was a point in covering up fully. Finally stepping under the shower, a deep sigh escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair. wer my skin.

The hot water did wonders for my body, easing the tension in my muscles as I let it run over my

I couldn't help but think back to the way Silas had touched me, the way he'd looked at me like he owned every part And maybe he does.

I said I wasn't going to think about it much, but yet here I was, thinking about it much.

of me.

Shaking the thought, I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs for breakfast, hoping to get my mind off things.

Unlike the previous times, I didn't see anyone standing guard outside my door and I wondered if Silas finally saw no need in them.

The moment I got to the door, I stopped in my tracks, the voices of people drifting through the closed doors.

I always hated eating with them, but it seems I

I have

no choice right now.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked in.

The table was filled with men and women, all belonging to this mafia.

As usual, they glanced at me with disdain, their eyes full of judgment, but this time something was different.

-They weren't whispering or gossiping like they usually did.

There were no hushed conversations about Silas and Marco's daughter, he kept locked away.

Just silent glares.

And I didn't mind that.

Maybe it's because of him, I thought, feeling a small sense of relief. Silas had that effect, no one dared to cross him.

I spotted him at the head of the table, sitting with his usual air of authority and I made my way over to him.

His

eyes flicked to me briefly, but he didn't say anything as I approached.

He seemed to take in my state, his eyes roaming over my body.

1 pulled out the chair beside him, about to sit down when a voice cut through the room.

"You're in my spot,"

I froze my hand still on the back of the chair.

Who-

I turned to see a wornan I didn't recognize walking toward me, her eyes sharp as they locked onto mine.

She was tall and poised, with an aura of authority that rivaled Silas

Her red lips twisted into a smirk as she stopped in front of me.

Who is this?

I wondered, giving her a once more.

If there was going to be someone that fitted to be standing beside Silas, then it was she.

It inferior under her stare, my heart beating a little bit faster.

For some reason I felt

Was it out of anger? Inferiority? I had no idea.

"You should probably find another seat," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Or, better yet, leave."

I blinked, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to process what was happening.

There were no other seats available, so clearly one of us had to leave.

I glanced at Silas, expecting him to say something, but he just sat there, his expression unreadable.

He ignored whatever was happening focusing on the good in front of him.

I couldn't miss the snickers coming from all over the table as they watched me getting embarrassed yet again.

The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my discomfort

I didn't know what to do.

Should I just leave?

I knew coming here was a big mistake.

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But why wasn't Silas saying anything? I had expected something to change between us after last night, but it seemed like things remained the same.

"What? Silas didn't tell you about me?" she asked, her tone mocking

I stared at her, speechless, my mind racing

I still hadn't said a word since she started speaking to me, words failing me at this point

She stepped closer, looking down at me like I was beneath her.

"I'm Maria," she said, her voice icy. "Silas' betrothed."

The room seemed to tilt, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. Betrothed?

I looked back at Silas, my heart sinking when I saw the lack of surprise on his face..

He knew. He knew, and he hadn't told me.

He was betrothed to someone.

And yet he forced me to get married to him.

And it looked like everyone on the table knew of it as well

Maria's smirk widened as she watched me, clearly satisfied with the shock on my face.

"Looks like you weren't as important as you thought," she said quietly, her words meant to cut deep. And they did. Thever for once thought I was important.From NôvelDrama.Org.

y legs trembling, unsure of what to do, where to go. The room was silent, all eyes on me, waiting to see how I

1 stood there, my would react.