The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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It's been days since Phillip had tortured me and I had remained in my room.

Alisa had come to check up on me, crying the moment she saw me.

That day has brought us closer than ever and to be honest, I didn't mind the friend.

I heard from Alisa that Silas had punished Phillip for the way he had treated me.

And I didn't feel bad for him one bit.

Silas forbade me from working as a maid anymore so I was back to my days of staying in and doing nothing.

But this time it was better than the previous days. This time I was inside, but not locked as a prisoner.

I was lying on the bed, reading a magazine that Alisa had given me earlier when the door pushed open.

I looked at the door to find Silas closing the door behind him ashe entered.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

His presence filled the room instantly, and I pushed up from where I lay, sitting on the bed.

Why was he here suddenly?

He rarely ever came to see me.

Ever since that day, Silas still acted cold towards me but I could tell he didn't hate me as much.

"We need to talk," he said, leaning against the table close to the wall.

"What's up?" My reply was immediate as I wondered what he could want to talk about.

I tried to keep my tone steady, my heart racing in my chest.

I was already feeling nervous even though I didn't know what he wanted to say.

There's a ball tomorrow night," he stated, his eyes scanning the room as if he didn't want to look directly at me.

What? Why was he telling me this? It's not like he needed my permission to go and I was most not interested in all these things. "A mafia gathering. You'll be attending with me."

I blinked, caught off guard.

What does he mean that I'd be going with him? When did I agree to such!

"I'm not going." I replied without thinking, my voice sharper than intended.

Silas' eyes narrowed, but there was no anger in his expression. He seemed as though he were keeping himself in check. "You don't have a choice, Katrina."

I crossed r

I my arms, trying to maintain some type of control in a situation where I had none.

"I won't be able to walk properly. I've never been to one of these. I don't know how to behave. I can't-

A lot of excuses came mind and they all rushed out of my mouth.

Thu, Nov

""You'll attend, he oil me off,

"There's no room for arguments Katrina, I have already arranged a dress for you. Alisa would help you prepare,"

I bit down on my tongue, knowing it was pointless to fight him on this

Silas had made up his mind, and nothing I said would change that.

"Your father will be there, he continued, his tone as cold as ever I could feel the hatred he felt toward my shivered father and 1

"To him, you're a captive. And I would treat you nothing less than one tomorrow. But you shall keep in mind that it is all an

"My father doesn't care about me. Silas. I've said that before, how many times do I need to say it for you to believe me? If he cares don't you think he would have come here with all of his men demanding you release me?" My brow came up as I asked, and Silas stared at me silently.

"You should sleep earlier tonight. Tomorrow would be a long day."

Without any other word. Silas turned away, leaving me to my thoughts.

I was going out tomorrow and I would see my father.

There was a chance Chris would be there as well and I had no idea what to think about that.

The last thing I wanted to do was to run into them, but nothing ever gues my way.

And I don't think I will be getting my way tomorrow too.

I didn't want to be out tomorrow. I was going to be in a room filled with dangerous men and one of them was going to be my father.

A lot of thoughts raced through my mind but I fought to ignore them, going straight to bed.

The next day came faster than I expected.

I was woken up early by a group of maids, Alisa being among them.

She didn't speak much, only offering me a small smile as she helped lay out my dress and prepared me for the evening ahead.

I almost complained that I was woken too early for something, but Alisa had told me that it would take hours for them to properly get me ready.

I didn't even know how to feel about that

Rachael arrived as well, though her demeanor was much different from when she had dressed for the wedding.

It seems as though Sikas had spoken to her.

However, I could still feel her sharp gaze on me, staring at me with as much hatred as before.

11 eyes could kill, I would be six feet under.

"You should get undressed and allow them to wash you. Getting prepared for this ball wouldn't take an hour," She said, watching me with condescending eyes as I sluggishly got off the bed.

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I still felt a little bit weak but could manage.

I couldn't help but notice that she seemed almost...respectful.

Alisa and some other girls ran a bath, helping me into it.

They immediately startewashingsh my body, taking off my bandages in the process.

"Don't put that back on: we won't be needing it. Rachael said from the door.

The wounds had healed perfectly fine, not even leaving a sear.

They scrubbed my body till it was pink and sore. The hairs on my body waxed till my skin was smooth and I was scrubbed a second time.

It was a mystery that my skin wasn't peeled off with how hard they were scrubbing.

I was ushered into the room immediately, and Alisa took over, drying my body.

My hair was wrapped in a towel and they led me to my dressing table.

"We need to cut your hair. Rachael said, staring at me through the mirror.

"I don't want that, I said, maintaining eye contact with her.

Alisa had told me that if there was anything I didn't want to do, I should say it

They were here to make me look beautiful, but why wouldn't they cross?

Whatever Silas had said to them got to their head because Rachael sighed dramatically. "Alisa perm

her hair while the rest of the girls do her make-up. I have somewhere else to be,"

Without any more words, she turned away and walked off.

My hair and makeup took a lot of time, and it took me a lot of control to sit still while they did whatever they did.

The dress they put me in was stunning, it was a deep red gown that clung to my body in all the right places.

It had a slit that ran from my thigh down, revealing just enough to make me feel exposed but not uncomfortable.

The fabric shimmered as I moved, catching the light in the room.

Jewelry was placed around my neck, silver pieces that sparkled against my skin.

"This looks expensive. Is it alright if I..."

Alisa's voice came immediately, cutting off the words that I wanted to say.

"You are pretty much the madam of the house, and they look very beautiful on you, Alisa assured me while I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was styled elegantly, falling in soft waves down my back

could hardly recognize myself.

I looked beautiful, powerful even

I was unaware of the fact that I could look this alluring because had never tried to dress

s this way.

But still.

It did little to stop the anxiety eating at my insides.

I still couldn't forget that I would be seeing my father tonight.

"Ready?" Alisa asked softly, standing behind me. She had a bright smile on her face as she placed her hand on my shoulders.

"Silas won't be able to take his eyes off you," Alisa winked at me. My cheeks turned pink, and I looked at them shyly.

Do. I want Silas to stare at me tonight?

The answer was an obvious no, right?

But as I stared at my reflection, wondering what Silas reaction would be if he saw me.

I couldn't help but wonder what he would think,

Why did I care about what my uncle's reaction to me would be?

The thought baffled me.

Alisa squeezed my shoulders, reminding me that I hadn't yet answered her question.

Was I ready to leave this room?

Inodded, though I wasn't sure if I meant it.

I was far from ready, but there was no going back now.

The maids led me out of my room, walking down to the living room.

Silas stood at the end of the staircase, waiting for me.

My breath hitched when I saw him, my heart hammering in my chest.

I swallowed thickly, words refusing to form in my mouth:

Silas was dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his broad frame. His salt and pepper hair was packed in a low ponytail, and his expression was as unreadable as ever.

He looked dangerously hot and it made me feel things I hadn't felt in a while.

My gaze went to his right hand, which had a large silver ring, and I swallowed thickly.

Images of what he had used those hands to do to me a few days ago flashed in my head and my heart thumped faster.

I shouldn't be thinking about that in a situation like this.

But I couldn't help it.

I wonder what he would think when he sees me.

I took a step down the staircase and Silas' head snapped in my direction

His eyes widened slightly, his gaze lingered for a

What was that about?

moment longer than usual before he quickly turned his face away.

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"You look beautiful," he said, his voice quiet, almost reluctant.

I swallowed hard. "So do you." the words were out of my mouth before I knew it.

Silas raised a brow as if to point out what I had just said.

I winced when it registered to me, my cheeks flooding with embarrassment.

"I-I mean... you look handsome." I corrected immediately, the red on my cheeks deepening.

Silas nodded his head, not acknowledging my slip-up, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes,

He waited for me to walk down the staircase, holding his hands out which I took immediately.

With my hands in his, he carefully helped me down the rest of the staircase, slipping his arms around my waist.

"Are you good?" He asked; his deep baritone made my heart race, but I managed to nod my head.

The part of my waist where his fingers held felt like it was on fire, but I tried to act like I wasn't affected.

You know, for someone that claims to hate him, Katrina you're way too affected by his touch.

I couldn't help but close my eyes as I tried to control my feelings

"Are you okay?" Silas asked once more and I immediately snapped my eyes open.

Yeah, I am, 1 squeaked out.

I didn't forget that I would be seeing my father today.

And what if he wants to take me away? Would I go with him?

Wasn't the most logical thing to go back with your father?

But what about Silas?

Our marriage didn't mean anything but if you ignored Phillip, wasn't staying here much betterthan being married off to a man who would want to rape you?

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on me.

I shouldn't think too much about it, there's a chance that Marcos decides to change his mind and not come for all this.

I just need to get ready for whatever that happens.

What's the worst that could happen?