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Aurora's POV:
It's a new day in the mansion I'm trapped in, and my first day as an engaged woman. It feels a bit different for some reason. I mean I'm still the same kidnapped hostage I was before but I can't pin point what's changed.
I head down stairs for breakfast to be greeted by Claire and the other maids.
"Aurora, congratulations." Claire chirps as she makes her way over, extending her arms and motioning me to hug her, which I do so.
"Thank you." I state. I'm getting a bit tired of being congratulated on being engaged when I didn't even want to. It makes me remember that this is real, and that it's happening. And frankly, I'd rather keep my mind off it.
"Come on, show me the ring." She says, pulling out and grabbing my hand to look at it. A gasp immediately escapes from her mouth.
"Oh my god, it's so beautiful." She utters emotionally and I smile. She doesn't realize how heavy it is and how uncomfortable it feels. "Wow." She gasps again, making me feel slightly embarrassed.
"Thank you." I chuckle awkwardly.
"So what are you up to today?" She asks.
"Oh, Um, Tristan said he's taking me somewhere but I don't know where." I reply as she nods. Though, I get distracted by the sight of Janet eyeing me with anger. I really want to talk to her about her spiteful behaviour towards me. I don't want any trouble between us and I don't get why she would hate me because I'm engaged to Tristan, by force might I add.
"Aurora, good morning dear." I snap my head back to see Tristan's mother who strolls into the kitchen.
"Uh, Hi Mrs Black." I greet as she walks over and kisses my cheek.
"How are you today?" She asks. Honestly, I don't even know how I feel. I don't want to sound sappy or overdramatic but I can't fathom into words how I've been feeling lately.
"I'm good." I softy reply and she knits her brows in reflexion. She's trying to figure out something.
"Claire, would you make us some coffee? We'll be in the garden." She latches on to my arm as I furrow my brows in confusion. She pushes the glass door leading to the garden and ushers me in, we both sit down on a bench as I tighten my robe around me.
"Talk to me, dear. I can tell you're not feeling okay." She says gently, in attempt to get me to talk. I don't want to talk though, I've past the will to even talk to people. And even though Dianne is a really kind lady who treats me nicely, I'm starting to dislike being around her, just because she reminds me of him.
"W-What do you mean? I'm fine." I assure her, trying to make it seem as convincing as I can but she purses her lips as she shakes her head.
"Are you getting nervous? Getting cold feet already?" She raises her brows as she waits for me in answer. She thought right, except I'm not nervous. I'm petrified.
I shrug my shoulders in response, looking down to my lap, she let out a puff then reaches over for my face, cupping it in her hands as I flicker my blue orbs to look at her .
"My sweet child." She starts. "You have nothing to worry about." She states in an assuring tone. "Tristan loves you and he'll always appease to your needs. Being a mafia wife is most certainly a challenge, but it's not different than any other marriage." She pauses and I gulp, then continus. "Give him your caring nature, your heart, your love and he'll bring out his. Support him and devote yourself to him and he'll do the same. You'll make a perfect wife for him, my dear, I have no doubt." She adds with a smile on hear face. I stare off into space in thought.
How am I suppose to do all those things given the fact that I don't know him, that he scares me, that he's kidnapped me?
I nod at her, not wanting to talk any longer.
"So, we should start planning the wedding. Don't you think?" She asks and I nod. "Ah, good. We'll do it today after lunch. Feel free to invite the maid of honour too."
"Oh okay. It's settled." I state, nodding my head.
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Tristan and I are on the way to wherever he's taking me. He sat there on his laptop, making phone calls and occasionally staring at me. As he was typing on the keyboard, I took my time to look at him. His broad shoulders under his navy suit, his perfect jawline, his stubble, his dark hooded eyes. Everything about him screamed intimidation. He always looks angry and not once have I seen him sincerely smile or laugh. Realizing I've been staring for a while, I look away and set my attention on the cars driving by.
But I can't help but think that I don't know anything about him. Yet, he has dug every single detail about me.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Tristan says into the phone and I lean against the window. We've been driving for over 15 minutes. Where are we going?
"Aurora, I'm talking to you." He sternly states, his voice sending shivers down my spine. So he wasn't talking into the phone.
"W-What do you mean?" I ask, confused.
"You were staring. Is something bothering you?" He asks blankly and I shake my head.
"Come here." He demands and I obey, scooting closer to him aa he shuts his laptop and places it aside.
"Sit on my lap." He commands and I furrow my brows. I don't want to sit in there.
He stares harshly waiting for me to sit. I gulp before finally settling on his lap, fiddling with my fingers as I look away from him.
"Tell me what's on your mind." His voice thick and husky, I remain silent. I'm not at the point where I actually want to open up to him and share my thoughts. In contrary, I'm planning to avoid him for as long as I'm with him.
But I mean, asking him basic information about himself won't change that. Right?
Unless he gets angry or annoyed. Oh God, I really don't want that.
"I-I was just wondering that I-um..." I freeze, I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea if I ask him, what if he thinks that I'm starting to like him? Because I really don't. Oh for God's sake, Aurora just tell him. Nothing's going to happen.
"I-It's just t-that I don't know anything about you." I state looking up then at him, waiting for his response. He pulls me even closer by my waist as he grins.
"What does my angel want to know?" He replies, slightly smirking. Phew, I'm glad that didn't annoy him.
"I-I don't know. How old are you or...I'm sorry forget it." I mutter quietly as I shake my head. This is the first time I initiated a subject with him so I drop it, hoping he didn't get the wrong impression.
"Hm, tell you what?" He hums against my ear, making me shiver. "Let me take you out tomorrow and we'll talk about anything you want." He suggests playfully and I just nod.
We stay in this position the entire ride: me sitting on his lap and him making phone calls and screaming at people.
Fun.
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The car finally stops at a huge gate, surrounded by trees. Tristan presses a button on his phone and it immediately opens, giving the driver access. There's a long pathway leading to a huge front yard with a big tiered fountain in the middle circled by flowers.
So beautiful.
Tristan opens the car door and exits the car. He walks over to my side and opens the door. "Come, my love." He ushers, reaching over and grabbing my hand.
Stepping out of the car, I'm amazed by the mansion I stood in front of. This was far more luxurious than anything I've seen before. We walk into the yard and I can spot a man standing next to the front door. Who is he?
We walk over to him and Tristan shakes his hand. "Aurora, this is Mark Rodner. He's going to be showing you around." I smile lightly at Mark as he eyes me up and down, making me feel uncomfortable. "Nice to meet you, Miss." He greets and I give him a polite smile. "Shall we?" He points to the door before going inside, leaving me and Tristan behind.
"T-Tristan?" I say making him snap his attention to me. "Hm?" He hums, snaking his arms around my waist and rubbing patterns.
"What is this?" I ask curiously and he lets out a slight chuckle. "Consider it an engagement gift, from me." He states and I swallow. Is he saying what I think he's saying? Did he buy me this.
"I-uh. What do you mean?" I question, furrowing my brows.
"I bought it for you. We'll be living here after the wedding." He casually states, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his phone. He bought me a house?
This is insane.
"What do you think?" He asks, his eyes flickering over my face, making me squirm under his gaze.
"I-It's too much. You didn't have to." I whisper. I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything but I just don't want him to waste his money buying me all of these expensive things.
"Of course I did. I wanted to get a place where I can get my lovely fiancée all alone." He sends me a wink then placing a kiss on my cheek. I immediately look away. Oh no, here comes the blushing again.
"Come on, let me take you to Mark and he'll show you everything. I need to make a few phone calls." He tempts, holding my hand and leading me inside.
I'm greeted with beautiful white tile floors, and a vast corridor. Tristan leads me to what looks like the living room where Mark stood. Everything is already furnished. I wonder how he did all of this in such little time.
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Mark started showing me around but he was acting very weird. We're now in the kitchen that leads to the back yard.
Before this, he showed me the garden. I fell in love with how it looks. It had all kinds of flowers and trees. There was this sitting area that Mark said Tristan dedicated to me. It was a long pathway with sphere shaped hedges on each side, leading into an archway that had flowers all around it. There was a huge couch swing at the end and a small table next to it. Once you're sat, you can see the entire garden: the flowers, the small waterfall falling into the pond where some fish swam. I felt so soothed and utterly in awe.
"Over here, we have the kitchen. What do you think?" Marks asks. Of course, it was a very big kitchen equipped with everything one needs. I love cooking so it looks like I'll get good use of it.
"I love it." I reply looking around. Then. I turn to mark who is looking at me, not at my face but somewhere a bit to the south. He licks his lower lip and bites on it. I'm feeling even more self- conscious and completely out of my comfort zone.
"We're glad. Mr Black and I worked a lot on this place to get it ready in time for you."He informs me, walking closer to me and placing his hands behind his back. "A beautiful place for a beautiful lady." He states lustfully. I back away discreetly but soon I come in contact with something, I turn around and it's the kitchen counter. Mark is quick to put his hands on each side, trapping me. I have a feeling this is not going to turn out well.
"Um, can you please let go?" I ask, not alarmed. If he knows I'm scared he'll take advantage of that. And I still don't know what his intentions are.
"Don't worry, I'm just showing you around. Do you like the kitchen counter?" He laughs, his hand coming in contact with my breast.
Oh no.
I can feel a rush panic through me. I don't know where Tristan is and I wasn't expecting this. If he works for Tristan, surely he told him I'm his fiancée. So why is he doing this? This is so innapropriate
"No, let go of me." I pry him off and start to walk away, searching for Tristan. But then Mark started talking again. "Miss, I'm sorry." He apologizes making me snap my head back. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to step out of line." He says in defeat. "Please, don't tell Mr Black. I need this job." He pleads and I just blink at him.
Considering how cruel and ruthless Tristan is, I doubt he'll even let him live. And I don't want to be responsible for someone's death.
I swallow before turning back at him. "Don't worry, I won't tell him. But please, don't try anything." I assure him and he sighs in relief.
"Yes, yes. Thank you." He rambles then clears his throat. "Follow me this way to the lounge." He motions before heading out and I follow him, playing with the hem of my dress.
We step into the lounge, I look at the beautiful designs on the ceiling. "Wow." I mutter under my breath.
As soon as I look down, Mark grabs the back of my neck and smashes my lips against his, backing me up against the wall as I struggle to get away. I whimper against his lips, disgusted by his actions.
Not a full minute later, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot pierces into my ear. Making Mark snap his head looking for the source, still pressing me against the wall while tears run down my cheek.
I turn around and it's Tristan, looking between Mark and I. His gun grippen into his hand, nostrils flaring and veins popping out of his neck. He's huffing like a raging bull which is making me nervous.
Without thought, he aims his gun at us and pulls the trigger. I flinch and shut my eyes, ready for the impact but instead I hear a loud scream.
He shot Mark.
I open my eyes and look down to see Mark hissing in pain as he holds on to his shoulder. He actually shot him, my breathing gets heavier and I feel the urge to throw up or faint. There's blood oozing on the floor and next to my feet as Mark's cries fill the room.
Tristan takes a hold of me and yanks my arm, taking me to the furthest room from the kitchen where he locks the door. He rubs his forehead in frustration then bangs his fist into the wall.
"CAN'T YOU FUCKING STAY OUT OF TROUBLE FOR ONE SECOND?" He growls as I feel myself getting more frightened. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET HIM KISS YOU, HUH?" He hisses, backing me up against the couch. "FUCKING ANSWER ME." He demands and I sniffle.
"I-I didn't want to, I swear. He forced himself on me." I explain, fighting the urge to cry again.
"YOU MUST'VE GIVEN THAT MOTHERFUCKER THE WRONG IMPRESSION." He yells in my face, getting even closer and virtually leaving no space between us. "DO YOU FUCKING SEE THIS? ON YOUR FINGER? THAT MAKES YOU MINE, DO YOU HEAR ME? IT TIES YOU TO ME FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIVE." He barks even louder, reaching back and grabbing my hair. He pulls my hair down and I cry out, gripping on his arm, begging for release.
"You're never to speak or see another male again. Understood?" He pulls even harder making me get down to my knees.
"P-Please, it wasn't my fault. I didn't want to." I cry as he looks down at me.
"You belong with me and only me. Say it." He ignores my explanation and drags me up by my hair.
"I-I belong with you." I obey, not wanting him to hurt me any longer.
"Whose are you? Remind me." He growls, twisting my hair on his wrist and pulling my head back. It hurts so bad.
"Please." I whimper in defeat, tears wetting my face and the pain taking over me.
"SAY IT. I want to hear you say it." He snaps, slamming me into the wall as he keeps pulling even harder on my hair.
"I-I'm yours. Please, I'm y-yours. "I burst out crying. Soon, I feel him releasing me as I pant harshly.
"Hm, good girl." He strokes my hair and smirks deviously then he kisses my head, before striding out and leaving me there. I slump against the wall and slide down, sobbing relentlessly.
I want to die.
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Published January 19th 2019.