His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Silence embedded all over the place, as just the clicking of forks against the plates could be heard in the dinning room. Gulping noises rolled in, followed by an even louder clicked sound from a plate.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

It was Eva, she had just carelessly dumped her fork on her plate, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by what she had done to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.

“Father, who the hell is this man? And what the f*ck has he been doing here for the past few days?” She couldn’t take it any longer, so she didn’t waste even a second to expressing her discontent, having been that her head was unable to wrap on the young man’s identity.

Her curiosity was already at its peak and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t figure who he was exactly.

Some days back, she snuck up on them to listen to their conversation but turns out they could be more secretive than she thought. She barely heard whatever discussion they had, more like they knew of her intention beforehand.

Pablo Escobar, who had the same astonished look like Mark from the earlier occurrence, tugged out a small amount of air from his mouth as he proceeded to drop his glass of juice back on the table.

“Yeah, I was meant to introduce you both anyway…..” There was a slight cough from Pablo Escobar, and he wiped his lips with a serviette. Then he continued. “Eva, this guy here is our partner and his name is Mark.” He pointed at Mark, who was sitting opposite them.

“Partner?” Eva repeated as her brows raised quizzically.

“Yeah.” He shot her a glance.

“Mark, meet my daughter, Eva. She is here to help up with our plans too.”

Mark didn’t say a word, he only glanced at her and took his gaze away immediately their eyes met, more like he was less concerned about the introduction.

Eva scoffed out but didn’t say a word. She could sense he would be arrogant. But the fuck, does she seem like she care?

She rolled her eyes and dug into her food, looking all pissed but deciding to hold it in.

“You can just hold on to the fact that he was Lillian’s ex-boyfriend.” As soon as Pablo uttered this, all living things under the sound of his voice seized. Including Mark, who paused to look at him.

Eva’s look of surprise wasn’t excluded also as her eyes widened in disbelief. She shot Mark a glance and scoffed out loud.

So, he’s been the guy who had kidnapped Lillian once, the same guy Don was searching endlessly for. He had been there all along?

“I’m very certain you know the Lillian I’m talking about, your boyfriend’s legal wife.” Pablo continued with a sly smile not fading off his face as he stared at Eva’s reaction right then.

Mark didn’t seem moved at all as he already knew who Eva was since her arrival at the house. He remembered seeing her once with Don while he was stalking Lillian; before the kidnap. He made some findings and got to know she was Don’s girlfriend.

The only concern he had at the moment was the urge to clear up some misunderstanding in the statement Pablo made earlier, “We never had the chance to date.” He uttered lowly but loud enough to be heard before he took a sip from his glass of juice.

“Then, why did you hold her hostage in your apartment?” Eva butts in even before she could realize it.

She still found it hard to believe that he was the same guy. So, her father has been the one hiding him?

“We never had the opportunity to date, and that was all your damn boyfriend’s fault. If he hadn’t gone greedy, Lillian and I would have been in a serious relationship by now.”

“Oh, please. You don’t put all the blame on my boyfriend because your darling Lillian was also being a big time b**ch, that she tried to snatch what was mine. But believe me, I will make her pay, and you’ll have to suffer…”

“No one is making anyone suffer for anything here. I called all of us here to help each other out and do the right thing, which is to help ourselves out.” Pablo interrupted Eva, his voice sounding so commanding that it sent shivers into her.

Seeing the peeps argue there in front of him made him pissed, especially when they both had different goals from his. None of their plans were in line with his.

What they didn’t just know was that all this was just a facade, a facade which they’ll be very much aware of when it’s time.

“You can now chillax with a glass of juice.” He glanced at his daughter, who was now glaring hard at Mark.

Eva huffed out air from her mouth and did as her father suggested. Holding firmly to the glass cup, she gulped down almost all of its content, leaving just a small amount of the juice in the glass.

She glared at Mark through her glass before dropping it back on the table. Her anger towards him at that moment gave her so many reasons to rant him out to Don.

“Okay, I have business to attend to, so I’ll leave the two of you to get to understand each other better because we’ll be needing that, your cooperation.” Pablo took a last gulp of his juice and wiped his lips with a serviette before he stood up and left the dining room.

Pablo’s exit didn’t lessen the situation at hand, instead it only worsened, with Eva still throwing death stares at Mark as she chewed on her food.

“What if I rant you out to, Don? You know, I’ll be so glad to see him behead you right in front of that b**ch you call Lillian.” She uttered, suddenly smirking.

“Call her a b*tch once more, and you’ll hate me this very minute.” Mark warned with a hostile glare.

“Oh, really? I can see you’re not over her yet. Whereas she is busy flirting around.” Eva continued to taunt still with a smirk and chuckled.

She refused to be intimidated by him in her father’s house. He was just a nobody who sought refuge from her father.

“Whether I’m still not over her yet is none of your business.” Mark stood up from his chair.

He was done with his food and didn’t have the time to exchange words with a lady who obviously didn’t have anything to do.

“Don’t get the wrong idea because……” Eva paused when a sharp pain struck her in the abdomen.

She touched the area and groaned slightly. What was happening? Why was her entire system suddenly feeling so uncomfortable?

A scream of agony escaped her lips when yet another sharper pain struck and Mark became confused.

She glanced down to see blood trickling down her half naked thighs and a look of terror coupled up with the pain she was feeling.

Hold on… What was really happening?

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“Apart from the shaky body and your heart beating more than usual, are there any other symptoms that you experienced?” The doctor glanced at the man sitting opposite him for a while.

“That was all I could remember.” Don blurted out, staring fixedly at the desk in front of him.

“Remember? Uh, I mean to say, did you pass out after that?” The doctor placed his journal aside to have a clearer view of this man sitting nonchalantly in front of him.

“No, it was just as I have told you.”

“Okay. Then there’s nothing to worry about. Those were just symptoms of anxiety. But then, what triggered it? I mean, the last time it happened was during your teenage days, right?” The doctor uttered as he rested back on his seat.

“Since you said it’s nothing, then I’ll take my leave now.” Don stated and stood up, ignoring the doctor’s question as he walked out of the office.

The doctor heaved a low sigh and shook his head, going back to work on the files on his desk.

He was already used to Don’s cold attitude and found that as no big deal.