Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (best reads of all time TXT) 📕

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3 Days Later (The Weekend)

9:00 AM 

“Malady,” a tiny voice crossed my subliminal mind in my slumber but I tended to ignore it, calling it a fluke. “Malady please wake up, today is a hectic day,” once again that sleek tone divided my peaceful sleep with her voice and this time I replied to her with a groggy hum. She first waited for me to make movements and get off from the bed but instead of showing her any valid hopes, I further curled up in my covers and continued sleeping like a careless brat. 

Watching me like that, her forthcoming voice toned up slightly rude, “Please Malady, wake up or I should be calling master?” she warned me and as she mentioned that wicked man to frighten me and gladly, she did frighten me till my toe. I hastily jerked up on the bed and in the very next moment, my eyes relocated on her, finding the woman grinning faintly. When I somehow gained consciousness, I recognised it was Nancy.

She kept shaking her head and stated, “I should’ve said that earlier,” where I gave her a mockery peek and blew out air in to exert the fatigue. 

“Nancy, do not ever threaten me like that again! It was not so nice of you,” I type of scolded her with an annoyance where she chuckled cutely. Thank God she didn’t take it bad on her heart.

“Okay... Okay, I won’t” she stopped chuckling after knocking some sense in her brain, “So, Malady...” 

“Lana it is, Nancy!” I trailed her off by correcting the mistake she makes every time. 

“Yes umm, La-na. As you know tonight we have a party, So, I need you to obey me the whole day and help yourself to prepare the prettiest in the hall. I require your slight cooperation with me, I hope you will volunteer?” She asked me with the nicest code of behaviour and I nodded like an obedient girl; making her beautiful smile on display, it was a nice thing to look at in the morning.

“I’m sending you off to the salon with guards, and no ‘nos’ are expected here as an answer. the more you cooperate, the less the hustle. You will go there and enjoy your watching yourself getting into the perfect fiancée look. After all, everyone is coming to see his bride, So! she should look like the one,” She thoroughly mumbled her debate, leaving me in an utter shock. Even her too!? 

I sighed and got off the bed, rolling my eyes when she said, “I want our Master to hitch after looking at you tonight.“I looked at her and raised a brow to see if she might say ‘I was kidding’ but instead of any guilt, there was a bothersome solace on her face which didn’t lessen my irritation. That was a joke, wasn’t it? 

Without saying anything further, I passed her a fake smile and headed to the bathroom with foolhardy steps. I did my morning routine and took a long warm bath to relax my tensed muscles. When I positioned myself in a Jacuzzi tub while admiring the beauty of this so-called bathroom, I again complained about being born in poverty. I mean, I was completely out of words to describe it’s luxe but somehow it gave a reason to abhor my life. 

A while later, as I was distracted playing with my skin, my attention suddenly caught the thoughts of the man who I wanted to think about the least. Cheater he is and will always be in my eyes. 

I waived off his face from my mind because it was only giving me nothing but hatred to endure.

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It’s 5 in the evening and I was almost set for the night. 

Two makeup artists dolled me up with their professional skills while one concentrated on my hair to do the perfect messy braid bun which I could say was perfectly made, their efforts were highly commendable. 

Before that, they had properly given me a bath of milk and roses and it felt like a fairytale where the princess was getting ready by the fairies to meet her Prince in the ball and just like that, I was also lost in that kind of feeling, where everything was perfect; the perfect royal couple. The prince I had pictured in my mind was not the one who I should be imagining but the man who was way out of my league Nicolas. 

Yes, my bodyguard who is a divorcee and perhaps of my mum’s age. He was the perfect nightman in my mind and the only intention I had was to look good for him, and only to him, not to some the man who deceives after raping a girl. I didn’t fancy Armando spare me his hunger gaze, I’d always prayed he chose someone else otherwise first he’d spoil my night with his presence then fuck me again till the morning, for the world I might be his bride but in my eyes, he was solely my culprit. 

We are bound only because of the baby and once I’m done with the pregnancy, I’ll run away with my newborn. 

“Malady, you look divine!” a voice from behind complimented me with longing in her voice. I looked at her from the mirror and passed her one of my most classic smiles which she gladly passed back. I also didn’t miss the fact that she also called me Malady, and you think I didn’t ask them to call me by my name? I did but they simply refused me by excusing they can’t because ‘I’m their so-called master’s future bride’. 

“It’s a lame excuse. Everyone fears him for nothing,” I thought to myself

I was getting slipped into a Royal Blue Furry Gown with the help of the designers and I had no slight idea how costly this dress would’ve been, they just let me consume it. If I explain it’s merit then It was exquisitely detailed and fluffy with off-shoulders I have ever seen, with work from top to the middle. And when they put my petite frame into this delicate masterpiece, it made me look nothing but a woman with imperial status. To enhance the taste of my vogue, they gave me a six inches heel of Jimmy Choo to wear, 

Oh heavens! This is guessable, It’s a brand of big notes. If I had to buy it then robbing the banks would have sufficed their prices.