His Mafia Bride

ALINA

My eyes slowly peeled open to the soft rays of the sun which found its way into my room through the partly opened curtains.

I dragged myself out of consciousness and yawned. It took a while for my vision to adjust to this foreign environment as everything seemed blurry.

For a split second, I had expected to see myself cuddled up in my room and my mind wondered on whose room I laid in until it slowly  dawned on me that I was in Dante’s Mansion and this was the bedroom allotted to me by the maid who had helped me settle in last night.

Now with enough lightening, I was able to fully access the room.

No doubt, my bed was huge and ostentatious.

Though I was very drowsy last night, I had managed to observe the room but faintly.

Now in the day, I had full access to marvel at the room I was in.

My scarlet red bed was a four poster bed with white and gold patterned sheets, having a caramel canopy thereby providing a rectangular roof over the bed.

Two long windows were situated at the far end, velvet curtains drapping over them.

A beautiful middle eastern rug stood at the centre. I instinctively walked towards it and stepped my barefeet on the silky soft rug. It felt so tender beneath my bare feet.

The room felt chilly which made me rub my hands together for warmth.

I whipped my face and spotted two air conditioners placed at opposite edges.

I was dressed in my transparent lace nightgown which was given to me by my eldest sister, Leila.

She was probably thinking I would use it to seduce Dante.

I chuckled by the thought of that.  I’ll never let that man have my body.

He married me all for revenge and he didn’t hide his true intentions of making me pass through hell in this marriage.

Why should I give my body to such a beast?

My stomach rumbled reminding me of the fact that I didn’t eat last night before retiring to bed.

Quickly, I scurried to the grey coloured door in my room which was the bathroom and pushed it open.

The maid had taken the liberty to show me all around my room.

The walls of my bathroom were covered with black marbles and the bathroom had a lot of walking space.

My eyes observed a jaccuzi sized hot tub attached to the wall and a shower not to far from it as the sweet scent of lavender hit my nostrils.

The toilet was also good looking and a sink was built to the wall opposite the bathtub with a silver mirror above it. A small cupboard was situated next to the mirror and I opened it. It just had my toothbrush and a toothpaste in it.

I wasted no time in freshening up before coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around my body.

A closet stood by the right hand side of the room.

I hastily walked over to the closet and truth be told, it was beautiful and huge.

Dante outdid himself in that one.

Inside the closet stood a sliding door wardrobe, it’s door built from head to ceiling. Next to it were various shelves aligned with footwears which had a horizontal rectangular mirror opposite it.

Strangely, there was a maid outfit in my closet.

I didn’t think I saw that there yesterday night. Or I did but perhaps I was too tired to notice it.

It got me wondering if this room once belonged to a maid.

Shrugging off the thought, I picked out a simple summer gown accompanied by my underwears. Dropping them on the bed, my eyes caught a piece of paper which laid on my bed stand.

I walked over it and picked it up. What I read left me in total shock.

It was from Dante.

It read thus, “Alina, that maid outfit is yours. I want to see you dressed in that today as you come out of your room”

Shock was an understatement of how I felt. I was at loss for words, bewildered and confused at Dante’s request.

Was this a method of humiliating me in front of his workers?

Would he now turn me into a maid?

I briskly walked over to the closet and brought out the outfit.

It was a black and white short skater style dress consisting of an apron. The dress had lace edges which rested right above my knee.

Next to it was a hair net which I found very amusing.

I will be dressing like a maid if I wore this.

A sudden knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and took my attention.

“Who is it?” I asked, my eyes not faltering from the maid outfit which I examined.

“Master wants you downstairs dressed in your um uniform” a feminine voice replied.

Really? This was my uniform?

I would now be dressing up like a worker to please Dante.

What was he cooking up in his thoughts?

I knew there was a catch when he allowed me to go scot free after I declined staying with him in a room.

I hurt his ego so bad he had to punish me.

Pathetic.

“I’ll be downstairs soon” I replied after much silence.

Without wasting much time, I slipped into the outfit and picked out a pair of plain heels which were not too high.

Packing my hair to a bun, I squirted perfume on my body before applying a nude lipgloss to my lips.

I accessed my appearance in the mirror before stepping out.

Time to see what is brewing up with Dante.

I approached the stairs and saw that a dozen of all Dante’s maids and cooks had been arrayed before him.

My heels made soft clicking sounds as it hit the tiled floor which got Dante spurning around.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Immediately his gaze landed on me, he clasped his hands together.

“Be fast Alina. We’ve been waiting for you”

I approached him and crossed my arms, demanding an explanation.

“What’s the meaning of these Dante?” I inquired, my brows deeply knitted.

Dante gave me mischievous grins.

“I assume you all saw the alert I sent to everyone of your phones today” he began addressing them.

They all nodded like obedient dogs.

“Well thank you all for your services towards me but they will no longer be needed as I have a new maid who will take care of everything in the house” he concluded, his gaze trailing towards me.

I stared at him in blank amazement. I had no problem taking care of the house but him addressing me as a maid?!

Murmurings flew in the air, dissatisfaction and gasps accompanying it.

“I know it’s sudden but you all just have to leave. My new maid Alina will handle all house duties from now. You all can go now” Dante instructed without sparing me a second glance.

Just yesterday he introduced me as his wife before them all and now he called me a maid right in their presence.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” I gritted, hitting Dante on the chest.

“What is wrong with you Alina?”

Me?

“Are you really asking that?” I pointed my fore finger at him.

“How dare you humiliate me in this manner?” I added angrily.

“I can treat you however I want to treat you. As my wife and as my maid. And since you don’t want to perform your wifely duties of consummating our marriage, you will have to work as a maid in my house because I won’t have you lazing around” he sternly told me.

I stared intently at Dante, annoyance and anger ripping my insides apart.

“I’ll never submit myself to you Dante. I’ll work as a maid in your house but I’ll never let you touch me” I accepted his condition.

“Fiesty cat. I like you” he whispered, leaning closer towards me.

His eyes burrowed into mine as if searching for answers.

“Go prepare breakfast then. I will be having guests very soon. And I want no mishaps else I’ll deal with you” he brutally warned before going back up stairs.

I watched his profile go and I felt like screaming like lungs out.

From a wife to a maid.

How far would Dante go to make me suffer?