His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Lillian stood rooted in her position as her eyes widened in dismay. Her body shook a little when he wrapped his hand around her.

“What the heck?” She half yelled, pushing him away from her.

Drake widened his eyes, also realizing what he had just done. This was his boss’s wife!

“What do you think you are doing?” She shrieked in terror.

“Goodness! I’m sorry.” He muttered, blinking rapidly.

“How could you? You just took my first ….” She couldn’t complete her statement because of the tears that were threatening to fall.

She blinked the tears back and wiped the drops that escaped.

“I’m sorry.” Drake apologized, realizing he had just committed a huge offense.

Never had he thought she had never kissed before, else he wouldn’t have even thought of moving an inch this close to her, then all this wouldn’t have happened.

“I’m deeply sorry.” He uttered again and took some steps backward.

She shut her eyes and sucked her breath in sharply before opening her eyes again, ready to lash out on him.

“You…” A loud gunshot cut her off immediately, and they both turned abruptly to the route leading back to the house, where the gunshot was heard.

“What was that?” She asked, immovable, her pupils dilated and her respiration shallow as she tried to settle herself.

“I think it was a gunshot.” Drake replied, shielding her with his hand.

“A gunshot?” She repeated and tried running off from the garden, but Drake was quick to hold her back.

“Don’t go, it’s dangerous.” He warned and shook his head.

“My family are in there, Bella! No!” She uttered, shaking her head, before she slipped off from his grip and started running into the house.

Drake followed suit immediately, and they managed to amble through the crowd fleeing for their lives.

Finally, they got inside and were able to locate the rest through Eva, who had nothing but a look of horror and was staring at someone on the floor.

Lillian halted quickly when she saw Bella kneeling near a pool of blood, while Drake crouched down beside Bella with a shocked look.

Rex was laying helplessly on the ground, his white inner now red in color.

“Someone call 911 now.” Bella cried out loud.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

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Lillian stepped out of the bathroom as she dried her hair with a towel, tossing it to the dressing table afterward.

She covered her hair with a net and slumped down on the gigantic bed with a loud sigh.

It’s been a rough evening for her. Thinking back to the incident at the party, her mind tried not to think of the bloody scene because of the stinging sensation they gave her, and another sigh escaped her lips.

They all managed to go home after 911 arrived and took Rex to the hospital. Bella insisted on going with him along with Drake.

She wondered how everything was going at the hospital.

Was Rex doing alright already? How was everyone at the hospital, especially Bella?

Her eyes glanced at her purse and she decided to call Bella as that was the only way she would get the answers to her questions.

She brought out her phone from her purse and dialed her number, but she didn’t answer. She tried it the second time and the same thing occurred.

Furthermore, she let out a weary sigh, tossing the phone to the bedside cabinet before falling flat on the bed.

How everything happened at the party still seemed like a dream to her. Beginning from the unexpected kiss she got from Drake down to the gunshot they heard when they were outside, they all made her heart heavy.

The kiss still played vividly in her head like it just happened a while ago.

“What was he thinking?” She mumbled to herself with a scoff.

“He had better start avoiding me from now on.” She chided, laying properly on her bed as her head fell on the soft pillow with her eyes shut.

She sucked in a small amount of air and shut her eyes, ready to sleep. Her eyes flung open in the next second, and she rose from the bed immediately like she was being chased.

She suddenly felt the urge to take water and her face fell in disappointment when she found her jug empty. Then she remembered gulping all the water immediately she arrived home due to anxiety.

Sluggishly, she left the room, heading to the kitchen to quench her thirst.

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Don stared at the flowers as he smoked outrageously from his cigarette stick, puffing out plenty of smokes after a while.

He was in the garden all alone, and he preferred it that way because of what he might do to anyone out of anger.

After everything that happened at the party, he was sure that his enemies wanted the part of him that he detested for himself.

He crushed the cigarette stick, throwing the ashes on the flowers, not concerned whether it ruined the flowers or not.

“Boss, I’m back.”

He turned to see Draco standing behind him, though a few meters apart.

“We were unable to catch him, but we found something that will lead us to him.” Draco continued to say with his head down.

“What is it?” Don strolled to the small table in the garden and took a stick of cigarette from its pack.

“His phone. We’ll track him to get a hold of his location as soon as possible.”

These words seemed to cause a sensation of calmness through Don because his expression was peaceful, though his face wasn’t smiling as always.

“You can leave.”

“Alright boss.” With this, Draco rambled into the mansion.

Don lighted up another cigarette stick and smoked from it. He was certain to make the person who tried to kill him at the party face a brutal death once he was caught.

He heard other footsteps and glanced to see a figure walking towards the garden. There were no lights in the area except for the sky glow, making it a little difficult to figure out who it was.

Soon, the person came into view, and he was a little surprised to see Lillian. She also stared at him, surprised.

She didn’t expect to still see anyone there, especially when it was late already and after what everyone witnessed, she presumed they will all be in their rooms.

A chuckle escaped her lips, and she lowered her gaze when she could no longer withstand the awkward moment.

“What are you doing out so late?” Don found himself asking as his eyes surveyed her in her night wear.

She let out another awkward chuckle and bit her lower lip.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to come out here for some fresh air.”

“And you? Were you also having a sleepless night?” She asked, glancing up at him.

His back was already turned against her, so she was unable to see his face. He didn’t reply to her and she also didn’t push it.

“The sky looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” She complimented, diverting her attention to the sky.

“And look at the moon, it is so wonderful in its full form.”

“Or don’t you agree?” She glanced at Don with smiles, and he also glanced at the moon, but still didn’t say a word.

“Oops, I forgot you’re a kill joy.” She muttered under her breath, sucking her breath almost immediately and turned back to the moon.

Don didn’t hear her as he just continued smoking from his cigarette stick and puffing out smokes at interval.

“Oh my gosh!” Lillian yelled all of a sudden.

She rushed to Don and grabbed his arm, making him turn to her immediately with his brows etched confused.

“Look, it’s a shooting star.” She chuckled, jumping in joy like a child as she pointed at the sky.

“Quick, make a wish.” She pressed on and closed her eyes.

All these while, Don stared at her and was amazed at her childish behavior. He was no longer smoking, even though the cigarette was still in his hand.

She opened her eyes and glanced at him, “So, did you make a wish?” Her gaze held curiosity.

“Too bad.” She muttered when she realized through his silence that he didn’t.

“You know, you should have just wished for something that you badly want, then it would come to pass.”

“I don’t believe in myths.” He blurted out, staring keenly at her, and tossed away the almost burnt off cigarette stick.

“But it isn’t a myth. It actually works.”

“Probably for you.” He glanced at their hands which were still joined.

“Do you also want to know something?” He sucked in his breath and raised a brow.

“What?”

“I’m having a hard time since you came here, and I can’t think straight.”

“What?” Lillian stuttered out.

“So, it would be better if you let go, that way, I won’t turn you over right here and fuck the living daylight out of you.”

Those words made her cringed as she slowly let go of his wrist but strange enough, she loved the way it sounded, coming from him.

Meanwhile, at the window of Don’s room stood Eva secretly spying at them through the curtains. She was fuming with jealousy booming inside of her.

It seemed to her that each step she took against Lillian always turned out not breaking her like she dreamed at all times.

Her phone rang from the table, but her harsh gaze remained on the couple downstairs, not bothered about whom the caller might be.

She folded her knuckles tight in a fist when Lillian grabbed his arm happily. She appeared to be so happy just by standing so close to him.

Her phone began to ring again and this time, she turned to it with a deep frown on her face.

“Who the hell is disturbing my peace so late?” She grumbled, stomping to the table and grabbed her phone.

Her face softened when she saw the caller, and it expressed surprise.

Accepting her call and placing it on her left ear, she called out, “Hello, father.”