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It's dawn already and the soon to be bride was still fast asleep when she felt a pair of eyes watching her.
She flipped her eyes open as they held gaze with that of her mother's.
"Damn it! Mom, why are you here? Were you seriously watching me while I slept?" Joanna asked, with raised brows.
"My baby, mom just felt like watching you for a while. I just can't believe my baby is actually getting married today. You've grown so big to become someone's bride." Mrs Smith grinned as she stroked her hair softly, blinking back her tears.
Realization dawned on Joanna that today was her supposed wedding with someone she knows nothing about except, what the internet tells you. Isn't it annoying?
"All thanks to you Mom. So why are you acting up?" Joanna asked with a scoff and then rolled her eyes as she sat up properly on her bed.
"Joan, You should be happy I made the right decision for you. You're getting married to a popular and wealthy man in Los Angeles. Every girl wishes they're in your position right now. so, value what you have while you still can." Mrs Smith gritted out as she stood up from her daughter's bed.
"I don't value what can't be valued Mom! How do you expect me to cope with someone I have no feelings for?" Joanna yells as tears well up in her eyes.
"You would learn to love him dear. Just clean those tears of yours and act like a bride that you are. Shedding these tears ain't gonna do nothing. Go freshen up, the makeup artists would be here soon." Mrs Smith said with a frown on her face as she exited her daughter's room.
Joanna cried for some seconds before dragging her feet to her girlish bathroom.
An hour later, Joanna stood staring at herself in her big mirror screwed to the wall of her room.
The makeup artists were all wowed at her beauty. She looks extremely beautiful in her wedding gown.
The wedding gown fitted her body down to her hip area before flowing all the way down. The makeup on her face added extra beauty to her which made her look so outstanding.
Mrs Smith, who was ready, walked into her daughter's room to get her. The moment she stepped into Joanna's bedroom, her mouth was left hanging as she ran her eyes all over her daughter's body.
"My baby girl, you are looking just like a queen." Mrs Smith pulled her into a hug with smiles on her face.
Joanna, who is getting married, has no smile on her face. All the things happening are already making her feel extremely suffocated and she just couldn't wait to end it all!
Joanna was led out of her room to the car parked in front of her house. She hopped in and the driver sped off to the reception venue.
Their marriage has been registered already. This big party is being held so the world would know Miquel Salvador is now a married man.
They got to the venue with her Mom's car behind hers. The driver pulled the door open as Joanna stepped out dazzling everyone with her beauty.
With the way the wedding dress hugged her tightly, it felt as though it was designed just for her.
It brought out all of her curvy shape. No one could take their eyes off her as she stepped into the huge and filled up reception hall.
All the people present were either Mafias or wealthy businessmen. The thought of Joanna getting married to a Mafia boss, made her skin crawl….
Joanna walked straight up to her mother in law as she pulled her into her arms and engulfed her in a tight hug.
"I'm so glad to have you as my daughter in law. You look so breathtaking darling" Her mother in law couldn't stop raining praises on her.
After greeting Mr Salvador and a few other important persons, she was escorted by her mother in law to sit beside her Mafia husband.
Joanna felt a cold shiver rushed down her veins as she sat close to the cold handsome guy beside her.
His face was void of emotions as he typed away on his phone. This is the first time she had actually been this close to him.
The only time she had seen his pictures was on the internet. It's a misery that she would actually get married to a man who was known as the cruel Mafia Boss.
A man who doesn't think twice before hurting his victims.
"Miquel, won't you say hello to your bride? I guess this is the first time the both of you are meeting each other, you should both get along well since you're both married now." Miguel's Mother beamed while staring at her son.
"Did you say, Hello?" Miquel asked and scoffed loudly.
"Shit! Why should I say something like that to this bi*ch?" Miquel suddenly asked his Mother with a smirk on his face.
Luckily, the music playing didn't let other ears pick the words he had just uttered.
"Are you out of your mind, Miquel? She's not a bi*ch! She's your wife! Why must you use that word on her? Weren't you the one who was so determined to make her your wife? So what's going on!" Miquel's Mother yelled as she felt deeply angered by her Son's inappropriate words.
Joanna fiddled with her fingers as she felt extremely hurt by his words and she tried hard to conceal her pain but, Her mother in law saw through her.
"You should know I had my reasons for wanting to get married to a fragile woman like her. I'm sitted here doesn't mean I'm acknowledging her as my wife."
"I'm only here today because I needed to give the public a good show. Else, I won't have shown my face in this disgusting wedding." Miquel growls out in total disgust.
"That's enough, shut your mouth!" Miquel's mother yelled at him before taking her gaze to Joanna who was almost at the peak of tears.
"I'm apologizing to you on his behalf dear. Please don't take whatever he says to heart. I guess he's just not in a good mood today" Miquel scoffs on hearing his mother's words as he immediately stood up to greet his Mafia family but abruptly stopped and turned around to face Joanna.
His cold eyes glaring into her face had almost made her peed on herself.
"Let's go home, My bride and don't dare keep me waiting!" Miquel threatened, turned around and stormed off to his car.
Joanna was shocked, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as she gently stood up and made her way out of the hall.
Chapter 2:
As Joanna got outside the hall, She saw Miquel's Limousine in front of her. Miquel was already seated inside, not sparing her a glance.
One of his bodyguards opened her side of the car door and she reluctantly got in before the car sped off.
The tension in the car was palpable. Even though the air condition was on, Joanna was sweating so badly.
"Take off your panties!" Miquel uttered, still not sparing her a glance.
"Wh..What!" Joanna screamed out, surprised to hear him say such words to her.
Miquel scoffed and finally pinned his icy gaze on hers. "What? Is there a problem? Aren't you my bride? Don't make me repeat myself, you will regret it!" He threatened, his eyes becoming darker.
Joanna glared at him in stunned silence, the implications of Miquel's words slowly sinking in.
She could feel her eyes watered and the heat rising in her cheeks as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, trying to discreetly remove her underwear.
The silence in the car was deafening, the only sound was the low hum of the engine and the soft rustle of fabric as Joanna complied with Miquel's demand.
As she pulled the lacy garment down her legs, Joanna's heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what the Mafia Boss was planning, but she knew it couldn't be good.
Joanna finally managed to remove her underwear, her hands trembling as she placed them on her lap, unsure of what to do with them.
Miquel smirked, his gaze shifting to the road as the car continued to speed through the city streets.
"Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a chill through Joanna's body.
After several long moments, Miquel finally spoke again.
"Give them to me," he ordered, extending a hand towards her.
Joanna hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with shame, before reluctantly handing the panties to him.
Miquel took the panties from her, his fingers brushing against Joanna's trembling hand as he did so.
He examined them for a moment, a cruel smirk on his lips, before stuffing them into his jacket pocket.
"Those are mine now," he said, his voice coming out cold and dangerous.
"And if you try to take them back, or disobey me in any way, I will make you regret it." He threatened.
Joanna swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miquel turned back to face the road.
The car finally pulled up in front of a grandiose mansion, the gates opening automatically to allow them through.
Joanna felt a knot of dread forming in her stomach as she realized that this was her new home, or probably her prison.
Miquel climbed out of the car, his bodyguards following close behind, and Joanna forced herself to do the same, trying to ignore the humiliation and fear that was pulsing through her veins.
As she stood on the front steps, the massive double doors of the mansion opened, and she was faced with a butler who bowed to her and ushered her inside.
"Come with me!" Miquel's words abruptly shut the butler up from saying whatever he had wished to say to Joanna.
Joanna followed Miquel up the grand staircase, her heart pounding as she realized that he was probably leading her to his bedroom.
She could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, his silent command that she shouldn't look back or dare speak a word.
Finally, they reached the master suite, and Miquel pushed open the heavy oak door with a forceful shove.
Before Joanna could even take in her surroundings, Miquel grabbed her by the waist, his strong arms pinning her against the wall as his lips crushed against hers.
Joanna tried to push Miquel away, but he was too strong, his grip on her arms like iron as he continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive hunger.
"Mine," he growled against her lips, his breath hot on her skin.
"You are mine now, Joanna. And I will have you whenever and however I please." Miquel smirked at her, loving how fragile she was in his arms.
Joanna whimpered, her body trembling with fear, her mind reeling with shock and confusion as Miquel began to rip her wedding dress from her body.
"Should I tell you why a Mafia boss got married to a weak woman like you?" Miquel asked, his breath fanning her face.
Joanna shuddered but wished to know the reason. Thus, she nodded her head repeatedly making Miquel chuckle and the next minute, his face was deadly cold.
He suddenly held onto her cheek, not minding the fact that he was hurting her and he glared into her face.
"You are paying for your father's debts! Did your father think I'd forget my money after his death? Never! Miquel Savaldor isn't such a good man." He gritted into her face.
Joanna's eyes widened in horror as the realization of her fate dawned on her.
Miquel's words echoed in her head, her father's debt, her new life as his prisoner, his words "mine" still ringing in her ears.
Her body trembled, tears stinging her eyes as she realized the truth of her situation. She had wondered why her mother was bent on getting her Married to Miguel.
'Does it mean her mother knows about her father's debt to a Mafia boss?' Joanna thought inwardly.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Please, Miquel, I'm not my father. I didn't ask for any of this."
Miquel's face twisted into a cruel smile.
Joanna's pleas fell on deaf ears as Miquel's smile grew even more menacing.
"Your father's debt is your debt now, Joanna. And you will pay it back to me, in whatever way I see fit," he growled, his grip on her cheeks tightening.
"Now, are you going to be a good little bride, or do I have to remind you of your place?" His voice was like ice, chilling her to the bone.
Chapter 3:
Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her.
"I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.
Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam.
"Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap.
"Now, let's make sure you know your place."
Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards.
She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her.
"Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face.
Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes.
She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor.
"Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she obediently crawled towards the bed, her hands and knees cold against the hardwood floor.
Miquel followed behind her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.
When they reached the bed, he sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on Joanna's trembling form. He loved how she was looking.
"Remove the rest of your clothing," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.
Joanna gently nodded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her torn wedding dress as she removed it piece by piece.
Joanna stood before Miquel, completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable to his gaze.
She could feel his eyes roaming over her, his hunger evident in the way his breath quickened.
"Turn around," he ordered, his voice icy and threatening. "I want to see that damn ass."
Joanna hesitated, her eyes filling with tears, but she knew better than to defy him.
She turned around, her hands covering her breasts as she tried to protect her modesty.
Miquel chuckled, his hands running up and down her legs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.
"Mm, such a perfect little body," Miquel murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait to have my fill of you."
Joanna shuddered, her whole body quivering with fear and shame. She bit her lip to hold back a sob, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement.
Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator.
He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips.
"Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine."
Joanna let out a shuddering sob, her body wracked with fear and despair.
Miquel chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of her ass.
He leaned down, his lips pressing against Joanna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous caress.
"You're mine to do with as I please, Joan" he growled, his words a dark promise of the things to come. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you, my sweet little bride."
Joanna whimpered, her body tensing as Miquel's hands slid lower, his fingers probing between her legs.
"You're so wet for me, my little bride," Miquel murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "It seems your body knows what your mind doesn't want to admit. You want this, Joanna. You want me."
Joanna bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as Miquel's fingers continued to explore her.
She hated to admit it but, He was right, her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her revulsion and terror.
"Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me now."
Miquel's fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within Joanna's body.
She let out a gasp, unable to contain her pleasure as he continued to toy with her, his fingers circling her most sensitive areas.
"That's it, my little bride," he purred, his lips trailing down her neck. "Give in to me."
Joanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body arching against his touch.
She knew she should fight, should try to resist, but her body was already lost to his touch, her mind consumed with desire.
Miquel's hands continued their exploration, his fingers pushing deeper, his thumb circling her clit.
Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm going to make you cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And then, I'm going to take you, my little bride. I'm going to make you mine in every way."
Joanna cried out, her body arching as Miquel's fingers pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Miquel's touch softened, his fingers slowing as Joanna's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low whisper in her ear. "Now, it's my turn."
He pushed her onto her back, his body looming over hers as he undressed, his eyes hungry and possessive.
Joanna trembled, her eyes widening as she saw the size of Miquel's erection, the hardness of his body as he positioned himself between her legs.
Miquel's hands caressed Joanna's thighs, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice so cold and intense.
Joanna met his gaze, her eyes widened with fear.
Miquel's smile was predatory, his eyes dark with lust.
"This is the moment you become mine, Joanna. The moment you become my wife, and my slave."
He pushed his erected phallus inside her, his breath catching as he filled her completely.
Chapter 4:
Joanna cried out, her body tensing around Miquel's as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate.
His hands moved over her body, exploring her curves, his touch rough and possessive.
"You're so tight," he growled, his teeth grazing her shoulder.
"So perfect! So mine!" He gritted.
Joanna whimpered, her body arching as Miquel's pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, deeper.
He wrapped a hand around her throat, his grip firm but not tight, his eyes fixed on hers as he claimed her.
His thrusts grew more frantic as his pleasure built.
Joanna's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to his touch, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he took her over the edge.
Miquel's fingers dug into her skin as he climaxed, his body trembling as he filled her with his seed.
Once he was done, Miquel moved away from Joanna's body as if repulsed, the expression of desire on his face quickly replaced by one of disgust.
He wiped himself clean, his movements swift and efficient, and without a single glance in Joanna's direction, he strode out of the room, leaving her lying alone on the bed.
Joanna lay there, her body still shaking from the encounter, her mind reeling as she processed what had just happened.
She felt dirty and used, like a piece of trash that had been discarded without a second thought.
Joanna stared up at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the ornate plasterwork that hung overhead.
She could still feel Miquel's touch on her skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as he had claimed her as his own.
Tears stung her eyes, and she squeezed them shut, trying to block out the memory of what had just happened.
But it was no use; the feeling of helplessness and despair was too strong, and she felt as though she might drown in it.
She remained there for what felt like an eternity, her mind still spinning from the events.
The room was silent save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the bedside table, its steady beat a constant reminder of the passage of time.
As the minutes ticked by, Joanna's tears finally dried up, her eyes red and swollen from the ordeal.
She rolled over onto her side, pulling the blanket up over her body as she curled into a tight ball.
Miquel arrived at his usual hangout spot, where his best friend, Gio, was already waiting.
They greeted each other with a firm handshake and exchanged a knowing glance.
"So, how did it go?" Gio finally asked, taking a swig from his beer.
"I assume she's officially 'yours' now, right?" Gio added, with a small smile playing on his lips.
Miquel smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, she's mine alright."
"Did she give you any trouble?" Gio asked, his expression curious. He wanted to know the full details of what happened between the couples.
Miquel shook his head.
"She was scared and weak, just like I knew she would be. But, she's mine now. I'll break her soon enough." Miguel said with an evil glint in his eyes.
Gio raised an eyebrow. "Break her, huh? Well, just don't forget she's kind of valuable to us. You're going to need her for the upcoming deal with the Moretti family." Gio said and took a sip from his glass.
Miquel nodded, his jaw clenched. "Hmm,I know."
"Still," Gio continued, swirling the amber liquid in his glass,
"I can't help but wonder if there might be more to this girl than meets the eye. We both know her father was a shrewd businessman, and his debts to us weren't insignificant. Maybe she's hiding something valuable that could benefit our organization."
"Don't you think so?" Gio inquired, staring intensely at Miguel.
Miquel's gaze hardened at the suggestion.
"Maybe, but I'm not going to get my hands dirty trying to extract information from a girl like her. I'll use her for what I need, and then dispose of her whenever I'm done!" Miguel gritted out, staring into space.
"Her value to us extends beyond what she can tell us," Gio reminded him.
"She's a valuable bargaining chip with the Moretti family. They respect strength, and having a beautiful, young wife shows that you're in control. And if it doesn't work out, well, let's just say I wouldn't mind 'disposing' of her myself." Gio sternly said and finished the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the table, a malicious grin on his face.
Miquel's eyes narrowed, contemplating Gio's words and a sudden frown appeared on his face.
"She's my wife, Gio," Miquel growled, his voice laced with warning. "I don't need your permission to decide when she's no longer useful to me."
Gio held up his hands in a show of mock surrender.
"Fine, fine, she's your wife. But let's not forget that in this business, there are no guarantees, even for a boss like you. Just remember that I have your back, and I'll be here when you need me."
Miquel scoffed and took a sip from his glass, slammed it on the table and stood up.
"I'm heading to my dungeon, are you coming along?" He asked, staring down at Gio who was a bit shocked from the sound that erupted from Miguel's glass.
Gio chuckled, "You're weird, man!" He uttered and stood up. "I'm definitely coming along," he added.
The duo got into their various cars and drove off to the dungeon location.
The moment Miguel's Rolls Royce rolled to a stop, his hefty men assembled before him while one of them pulled the door open for him to get down.
Miguel got down from his car, his brows knitted together as he stood before his men with Gio beside him.
"Where's that dimwit?" Miguel asked, his voice as cold as ice.
One of the hefty men who seemed to be in charge of the others, walked forward with his head bowed in respect.
"He is tied up inside as instructed, Boss"
"Take me to him!" Miguel ordered.
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