His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Lillian watched from the window as the plane landed gracefully on the ground. She unbuckled her seat belt, stylishly waiting for Don to leave the plane first, and he did as she followed behind him.

Well, the plane was private which actually belonged to Don, making them the only passengers in it.

The air hostess brought out their luggage, taking it to one of the cars that was already waiting for them.

“Go with that car.” Don stated simply, heading towards the other car with Draco, while Rex stayed behind. Lillian stood rooted to the ground as she etched her eyebrows at him confused.

“Does he really have to prove that he is a jerk?” Lillian muttered, glaring at the car that he had just gone with.

“Couldn’t we have just gone in the same car as the other days?” She muttered again, still glaring at the route the car had taken.

“Can we go now, ma’am?” Rex asked carefully enough not to sound rude.

Lillian turned to him with a soft sigh as she began to stare around.

“Rex?” She called out lowly.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered, staring at her.

“Where are we now?” She clicked her tongue and said, still staring around.

“We’re in Brazil.” He replied. She turned sharply to him with eyes widened in shock.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Bra what?!” She asked, still looking shocked.

“We’re in Brazil right now, didn’t the boss tell you?” He asked, raising a brow, but she didn’t reply.

She scoffed and quietly went to the car as Rex followed behind.

A few minutes later*

“You must be Mrs. Lillian Dean.” The receptionist at the counter said in a smile even before Lillian could say anything.

“Yes, I am.” Lillian replied slowly with a nod.

“Okay. Please give me a second.” The receptionist said as she brought out a key from her drawer and stood up.

“Please, follow me, ma’am.” She said in a slight bow. Lillian did as told, with the driver carrying her luggage alongside her.

They took the elevator and shortly, they were in front of a door.

“This is your suite and here is the key.” The receptionist said in a teeth revealing smile, handling the key over to her.

“Please, do not hesitate to call the hotel service if you need anything.” She said again and bowed before leaving.

Lillian opened the suite and walked in with the driver behind her.

“Drop that there.” She said to him, and he did as told then left.

“It’s beautiful.” She mumbled to herself, looking around the suite. She heaved a long sigh before walking to the couch. She slumped down to it as she unlocked her phone.

“Gosh, I’m so tired.” She yawned wearily, going through her messages.

Bella texted her earlier, asking her to call her immediately they got to the suite, and that was what she was just about to do right now.

She picked at the first ring and Lillian chuckled a little surprised at how she picked so fast.

“Hello! Are you guys there?” Bella said immediately.

“Yeah, we’re there already, but your brother went somewhere else.” Lillian replied, pouting cutely at the end of her statement like Bella could see her.

“Okay, I’m a little busy, so I’ll talk to you later.” Bella said.

“Alright.” Lillian replied with a small nod before hanging up.

“I better take a nap now before my arrogant husband comes back.” She said to herself as she laid down on the couch. She tossed her phone to the table beside her and laid properly to enjoy her beauty sleep.

HOURS LATER*

There was a knock at the door, more of a bang, and it woke Lillian up. She slowly opened her eyes as she checked the time on her phone. It was late already.

The knock came again, and she stood up to check who it was.

She opened the door to see an injured Don standing with an icy and angry look.

“Oh my goodness! What happened to you?” She asked as she tried rushing over to him with concern written over her, but he pushed her aside.

She hit her back on the door, but it came with less pain compared to what Don must be feeling.

She stared at his figure as he headed towards the room, and she tried to close the door but was stopped by a hotel attendant.

“Your husband asked me to get this first aid box.” The hotel attendant said, revealing the box she was holding, and it wiped off the questioning look Lillian had on her face.

“Okay, you can go now.” She said as she collected the box from her. The hotel attendant bowed and left.

Lillian sighed before closing back the door. She stared at the route her so-called husband had taken for a while and sighed before taking the same route. She was just going to give him the box, then come back to the sitting room.

She stopped when she saw him sitting on the bed with a bare chest and gasped out loud, making Don look up at her.

She hastily turned her back against him with her hand on her mouth. Don furrowed his brows at her. What was wrong with her?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t putting on clothes, if not I wouldn’t have come in.” She apologized immediately like she had committed a grieve offense.

“Can I have the box?” Don asked, ignoring her naivety as he stretched forth his left hand.

“Oh yes! The box.” She repeated slowly walking towards him, still with her back turned. While walking, she sighted a shirt on the couch, and she took it, using it to cover him up immediately she got to him.

She sighed and said, “Here you go.” She stretched forth the box but withdrew it as if remembering something.

Don stared at the shirt she had worn on him and stared back at her.

“Don’t even bother, I’ll help you treat your wound.” She said as she crouched down to his level, and he scoffed.

“I don’t need your help.” Don blurted out in a cold tone.

“I insist on helping you treat your wound.” Lillian said, taking the box backward to avoid him collecting it from her.

“And who gave you that right?” He asked with a deep frown.

“You did immediately you got married to me at the altar.” Lillian replied with a shrug.

“So, you’d better stay put while I treat it for you.” She said more of an order. Don found it amusing that a lady apart from his sister was ordering him around.

He stared at her as she took out a methylated spirit with a cotton. She slowly adjusted the shirt away from the injured area and began to apply the spirit on it.