Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“Good day, My Lady!” Carmencita greeted and walked into the room with a smile on her face. “I brought you lunch”

Rosana simply nodded in response because she was still very weak to speak or hold a conversation. She raised her body from the bed and winced when she felt the intense pain in her lower region. Would she ever be able to sit and walk properly again?

“Eat up. You look pale”

Again, Rosana nodded and started eating. She was grateful that Carmencita served her lunch in bed instead of making her eat on the table. That way, she didn’t have to struggle to move from the bed.

Carmencita watched quietly while she ate. When she was done, she cleared the plates and returned with some drugs and a glass of water. “This would be good for you”

“I do not need drugs, I am fine” She replied with furrowed brows.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I know. But you cannot say the same to what you are feeling down there, My dear.”

She gulped and stared at her in shock. “You… You know?”

The older woman nodded with a soft smile and nudged her to take the drugs. She hesitated for a moment but finally took them since they came from Carmencita. She wouldn’t try to hurt her. Rosana concluded in her mind as she downed the drugs and water.

“They are pain relievers. It may take a while but the pains will eventually go away”

“Thank you!” Rosana replied, her voice hoarse. She looked down at the duvet covering the lower part of her body and bit her lips nervously. “How did you know?”

“Oh, come on, My dear!” Carmencita smiled and stood up from the bed with the empty glass of water. She walked across the room and placed it on the tray, along with the plates. “Everyone knows”

Rosana looked up at once. “What? How?”

Carmencita’s soft chuckle filled the room as she turned to look at the shocked expression on Rosana’s face. “Your screams. We were afraid you would tear down the building”

Rosana mouthed an ‘Oh’ and lowered her head feeling nervous and uncomfortable. “I am sorry about that”

“No need to be. It was not your fault”

“But I screamed hard and disturbed…”

“You do not owe anyone any apology, My Lady” Carmencita replied with a soft smile. “I am happy it finally happened even if it took all night.”

*****

“I guess your work is done here, Vicenta,” Munika announced. “You are as good as useless to him”

Vicenta sniffled and hugged her pillow tight. Unlike before, she had refused to get up from the bed and greet Munika. She didn’t even acknowledge her presence.

“Crying will not solve anything. You had the chance to get him and kick her out but you failed”

Just like everyone else in the mansion, Munika and Vicenta had heard Rosana’s screams from their different rooms. It was hard for them to blink an eye under such high volumes which lasted until 3 a. m.

Vicenta was heartbroken and bitter.

When she heard someone screaming so loud, she had to find out who the person was. And to her dismay, it was Rosana, her archenemy. She wanted to believe she was with someone else but deep down, she only knew one man who could make a lady scream that way. And that person was Sergio De Niro.

Vicenta was relieved when the screams suddenly died down and was ready to go out and meet him. To her, Rosana had fainted because she couldn’t take him. She didn’t care if he punished her. All she wanted was to get him back to herself.

But then, the screams continued, louder than the first. It drove her insane and she couldn’t hold back the hurt and anger she felt. She had ended up crying the whole night and pulling down things in her room.

“From now on, your position as his Mistress is useless. You can pack your things and retire to the servants’ quarters”

On hearing that, she sat up on the bed at once and Munika flinched like she had just seen a real-life ghost. Vicenta’s hair and face were a complete mess. She looked like one who had just battled with death and won.

“The… The servant’s quarters?” She repeated and stared at her in shock.

“Yes, Vicenta. From now on, you are no longer the Mistress. My son, your Master has finally been with his wife and I do not want you in the picture anymore”

“No… No, please!” Vicenta didn’t realize when she got out of bed and crawled over to Munika’s feet. “Please, do not take that position from me! I will do anything you want”

Munika scoffed and rolled her eyes. “How much can you do now that you are useless? I gave you the chance” “Are you that dumb?” Munika asked and moved away from her. “I know you are but can you not see? Are you blind?!? He has finally slept with her and I do not need you in the picture anymore. There is no use of you still being his Mistress when he has the girl to attend to his needs”

Vicenta didn’t accept that, she couldn’t! She could never go from being Sergio’s Mistress to a common servant after everything she had been through.

At the age of twelve, her father had given her off to Sergio’s father as a repayment of a debt he owed. He was killed afterwards but Vicenta’s life had been spared. After all, she was a repayment.

Sergio’s father had turned her into one of his slaves and just like the others, he made her life miserable. That was until one night when he decided to use her and the rest of the female slaves for fun and entertainment.

One after the other, the girls were picked and used by different men that night until she was the last person left. None of the men looked her way or picked her. They termed her “Immature” because she didn’t grow big bre@sts and a*s like the others.

As fate would have it, she was pushed off to Sergio by his father. She could still remember the cold look in his eyes when she knelt before him, covered in blo? d. The men had taken turns to tear off her skin with their horsewhips and blades. Even after that, she suffered at the hands of Sergio’s father until his death.

Vicenta erased the memory from her mind and braced herself. She had gone through hell before she got to where she was. Now was not the time to let anyone throw her back to the ground.

“Please…” Vicenta begged and placed her hands on her flat stomach. “Please do not do this”

Munika furrowed her brows and stared down at her hands. “What are you doing?”

“His child…!”