《Married To Mafia》Chapter 12
Advertisement
I was sleeping on my bed peacefully having beautiful dream's when all of a sudden someone grabbed my wrist and threw me across the bed.
I fell on the floor with a loud thud .
My back!!!
I was groaning in pain when I heard his thundering voice .
" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I froze in fear .
Please don't be the him
Please don't be the him
Please don't be the him
I was praying silently still on the floor hoping it's a bad dream but his voice boomed again .
" I AM ASKING YOU SOMETHING YOU IDIOT " He yells making me flinch .
With lots of praying to my lord that I will be a good girl and never talk back to anyone , respect everyone no matter how disrespectful they are, just save me from this man .
I gulp as my eyes met a very furious one , if looks could kill I would be d-
My eyes went off track travelling through his chest .
I forgot to breathe when I saw that he was - Oh no!!!
He is not wearing any shirt !
Again!
I don't know why I became so shameless but my eyes traveled a little lower .
MOVE YOUR EYES
MOVE YOUR EYES
MOVE YOUR EYES
I felt my breath get hitched and all blood came in my cheeks .
" EYES UP HERE " he ordered me in a stern voice and I immediately came back to sense .
This man glaring hole in my head . If not from gunshot then he will definitely make a hole on my head with his continuously glaring.
I clear my throat crossing my arm confidently " what are you doing here in MY ROOM okay guest room but it's mine for today " I intentionally press at the word mine .
" And don't you have any shame " I pointed my finger at him but immediately retreated back when he took a step toward me I could see him clenching and unclenching his fist .
Advertisement
" You came in a girl room half NAKED " I covered my eyes dramatically .
" Did you ever hear of Mannerism in school ??" I raised my eyebrows sarcastically .
" Does this room look like a guest room to you ?" He seethed out taking threatening steps toward me .
I unconsciously step back .
I look at the room and chuckle " Actually you know what when I came here first -" I laugh " I thought it's a king room but then I thought you guys are rich so yeah...." I shrugged my shoulders speaking to him like he is my best buddy and I have known him for years .
He turns around rubbing his temples like trying to control his anger .
He turned to me pointing his index finger and my eyes zeroed at his finger " if it weren't for deal I swear you would have been dead by now " he gritted out making me gulp .
" But what I have done " I pout water filled my eyes " you came into my room "
" THIS IS MY ROOM NOT YOURS YOUR -". He covered his mouth with fist . His face is almost red .
" Look I am tired and I don't deal with this type of nonsense so before I lose my shit GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE " he shouted at the last sentence which almost made me cry .
" You are so rude " I turned angrily, slamming the door shut behind me .
I cover my mouth sobbing. He is so rude I hate him .
What if I came here by mistake , he could have asked me politely but No .
I started walking I don't know where this stupid house is huge .
" What if this wedding is a deal " I wipe my tears harshly .
" I am still his wife " I cried .
" First he blackmails me to marry him then shows off his girlfriend in front of my face " I stomp my feet angrily .
Advertisement
" I don't want him as my husband in paradise if I enter by the mercy of Allah s.w.t Ameen" I cried tears flowing from my cheeks .
I slipped through the wall sitting on the floor leaning on the wall as the hall was never ending .
I was tired and hungry but I was feeling sleepy .
I hiccup " I will get through " I cried .
" I am sure , Ammi would be happy by now"
" Those two women would be so happy that I am gone " I hiccup more my tears are uncontrollable .
I covered my face feeling pathetic " why I have no one to love me "
" Am I so bad ?" I asked Allah s.w.t softly .
If it were some other time I wouldn't say such a thing but his rude behaviour hurt my heart so badly .
" Don't I deserve love ?? Am I a bad person , can't he at least respect me " my chest heaved up and down as I laid on the cold floor crying silently .
I don't know when my eyes started feeling heavy as I drifted back to sleep .
I got up breathing heavily...
Again the same nightmare...
I wipe the sweat from my forehead. I can literally hear my heartbeat .
I clench my fist in anger .
How can even after all these years I am still a pathetic loser .
Why can't I just forget everything.
I extended my hand to drink water from the bedside stand but instead the jug was empty .
Great!
Feeling irritated and angry that Marta didn't put water in my room at night .
" First thing in the morning I am going to do is fire her " I gritted out walking down the hallway .
The house lights were almost off except for dim lights .
I was walking toward the stairs when I saw that girl , my so-called wife, lying on the cold floor curling like a ball .
I look here and there " what the hell is she doing here " I mutter in annoyance .
Without giving her a single glance I walked ahead leading downstairs . I filled my jug with water but something flashed in front of me .
The way I talk to her ...
Shaking the thought of that idiot girl I came back to my room not before noticing that she was shivering on that cold floor .
I put the jug " why would I care "
I laid on my bed frowning " it's her problem "
" There is plenty of room yet she wants to sleep on the floor " I covered my half body with a blanket feeling restless .
" Her choice " with that I tried to drift back to sleep but her small body shivering on the cold floor flashed in front of my eyes .
I shot my eyes open ...
" DAMN IT " I sat up frustrated .
Removing the blankets from my body furiously .
I went toward her only to see her blabbing something in her sleep .
Slowly I kneel down in front of her .
Tears streamed on her cheeks while she mumbled something softly .
I tried to hear it leaning closer to her .
" (a - b)2 = a2 - 2ab + Mr. Rude " she muttered , I looked at her weirdly .
Is she seriously mumbling algebra formulas ??
Mr. Rude??
I shook my head , slowly I took her in my arms standing up .
She is so small compared to me yet fits in my arm perfectly .
She didn't open her eyes, instead snuggling in my chest .
I couldn't help but stare at her innocent face .
I started taking her back to my room since I don't want anyone to see us like this and I don't want anyone to think that I was concerned for her which I am not at all .
I laid her on my bed covering her with my blanket .
I felt so tired , I took my pillow and went to the couch to sleep .
_____________________________________
Advertisement
Monster Girl Collection: Mistrim Stories
Meant to be a companion to the main series, Mistrim Stories is a collection of short stories showcasing the lives of various denizens of the world as they make their way through their lives and unfortunately, get their life course adjusted by the events of the main series.Featured will be all manners of monster girls and monster guys as they explore, do battle and get up to some fun in a fantasy setting.If you enjoyed the main series so far, and just want more content while waiting for the main series, check this one out! You can check out the main series here: Monster Girl Collection
8 115Shadows in the Dawn Mist
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] - Winner November 2020 When a young woman is lured back to her homeland for the opportunity of a life time, she must face old fears. But never would she think that facing up to her past would change everything. Is History written by the victors, or by someone or something else...? *** I started writing this a few years ago and eventually fell out of love with it. I never finished it and my newer books are being written in different writing style, and genre with a more planned process. I decided to revisit it for the writathon and found that it wasn't as hopeless as I'd come to think. Hopefully, I've improved as a writer since them so the consistency may vary. Its been good to revisit and analyse my writing which I feel used to have some clunky and obvious dialogue which I'm trying to fix. This will always be my first novel and I hope, with a little exposure, I may come to like it again. Thanks for reading!
8 227Legend of Aerolite
A war without end has grasped two rival nations who bleed without making progress. Two souls clash on the battlfield: a dragon rider, and a lowly officer straight out of the academy. This legend spans the journey of two lost souls marred by strife, war and love. An adventure into the great beyond, where the final key lies to ending this blood-feud. The price of any progress remains high... What kind of future will our heroes invoke? What will the price be? And how can they finally find peace.
8 186Daily life of a cultivation judge
Tired of those cultivators who think it is righteous to eliminate a sect or clan root and stem all in the name of revenge and avoiding future troubles, fights over treasures that end up destroying cities with no consequence whatsoever to the culprit, these psychos whose aim for the peak always involves a trail of carnage and bloodshed in its wake for some reason. Then look no further than the daily life of a cultivation judge. Yang Qing, is a young genius cultivator from a low-tier family whose only safe choice to get resources and hopefully lead an easy life led him to the courts of the Cultivation Order Society. Author’s disclaimer: Hey there this is my first novel so any criticism will be well taken though beware I’m a million-year-old monster who has cultivated the way of the sword to the peak. The daily life of a cultivation judge will be true to its name so it will be heavily on the slice of life lane with a bit of action here and there.Meaning we will see the life of Yang Qing when he clocks in and out. Hopefully, it will be one of those novels you read if you need to relax or are in a slacker mood like one of those otakus who listen to the noises of cicadas in the summer famously used in most animes. And it is in the slacker spirit that chapter release will be on Wednesday,Thursday and Friday. Sank yuuu Cover art by Conny Schneider on Unsplash
8 96The Signal
Frank Barnet, while exploring the unknown of space to make a few credits off the data he'd collect, came across a signal, believed to be a distress beacon, leading him to a craft of unknown origin.
8 220Shades of Gray
The last thing Graham Calloway remembers is being shot with the crackle rod by a brain-washed Carmen Sandiego. He wakes up in a hospital, where the Chief of A.C.M.E. lets him know that Carmen is okay. Graham eventually speaks to Carmen himself and they decide to go their separate ways, though the decision is painful for them both.But they aren't apart for long before V.I.L.E. rears its ugly head. Danger once again causes their paths to meet, and Graham and Carmen find that their feelings might run deeper than just friendship. But there's not much time for soul-searching when V.I.L.E. is threatening to steal something more important than money: Their lives.Disclaimer: All rights to Carmen Sandiego (the TV series) and its characters belongs to Netflix.
8 305