"Boss," Aisha opens her eyes when she hears Alfred's voice. "We're almost there."
Aisha sat comfortably against leather seat of the car. Upon entering the huge gates, Aisha saw the manor of the Cavelli.
There are numerous cars in line in front of the manor, it took about ten minutes before it was Aisha's turn.
Aisha narrows her eyes as she stare at her fiancè welcoming his mother's guests. Freohr Cavelli, the next in line Boss of the Cavelli famiglia.
How ironic that the meaning of their names is the exact opposite but was there any more ironic than she was engaged to the son of her Father's murderer?
Aisha pursed her lips in self-mockery.
Alfred walks out of the car seat, circles the car and open the door next to Aisha's.
Freohr broke into a grin when he saw Aisha's fair leg when she step out of the car.
Freohr took the initiative to hold Aisha's hand as he gently escort her out of the car. Freohr then slips his hands around Aisha's slim waist and with a hoarse voice he said, "You look beautiful, my love."
Because both famiglia were once friends, Aisha and Freohr grew up together. They were considered as childhood friends. Aisha have always known that beneath the brutality of Freohr when he was fighting, he was actually a sweet talker so Aisha was quite used to Freohr's compliments but hearing it this time, it makes her sick.
You can continue your dàmn act, Freohr, but I will never fall into your trap, Aisha swore.
Freohr orders someone to welcome the guests while he escort Aisha inside the manor.
When the couple enter the manor, Aisha almost rolled her eyes at the extravant decoration of the hall. While all men looks astonished at the sight of Aisha. Men stop sipping their wines, ignores their dates, and even the waiters froze while handing wines and desserts.
Aisha wore a black tube gown with a slit on her left leg going up through her tighs. It was simple yet it makes every men hitched their breath.
Of course, it was not the clothes that astonished everyone. It was the person herself. While Aisha was naturally beautiful, she was even more beautiful with simple make up. That smokey and knowing deep violet eyes makes one thinks of hot steamy night that earns a boner and that sinfully delicious red lips.
Freohr frowns when he noticed the heated looks of the men. His grip on Aisha's waist tightens as he exuded a killing intent to everyone.
All of the people presented trembles in fear and never dare to look at the couple ever again.
While Freohr looks like he was easy to approach, when he was pissed, he was on par with the cold and ruthless Queen beside him.
Aisha sneak a glance at Freohr before she set her eyes on her.
Kristen Cavelli.
The wife of Rafael Cavelli, mother of Freohr Cavelli.
Twin sister of my my mother, Kristin De La Torre.
Aisha flash Kristen a cold smile as they approach the Lady of the Cavelli famiglia. Kristen was talking to some women, acting all arrogant and bullcràp.
"Aunty," Aisha called and earns the attention of the women. "Happy Birthday."
Some women unconsciously took a step back once they saw the Boss of the De La Torre famiglia. Aisha was, after all, known as a ruthless Queen. She will kill you even if you have blood relation with her.
"Dear, you've came!" Kristen feign a surprise look and give Aisha a kiss on her cheeks. "Silly child, why are you still calling me "aunty"? You and my Freohr are getting married next, just call me "mother", okay?"
"Alright, mother," Aisha said and bit the inside of her cheeks in order to surpress the rising rage within her.
You might look like just my mother but you will never be her, Aisha sneers in disgust. Just enjoy your night, Kristen, for it will be your last night, Aisha had a smile of wickedness in her regal face.
Freohr nudged at Aisha when he saw the terrifying look of her. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Aisha let out a cough before glancing at a corner of the hall and said, "I didn't know your brother will be attending tonight."
Freohr scowls and look at his older brother. While he was only seating in the corner with such aloofness in his aura, Aeron Seth Cavelli, never fails to get the attention of the many.
That strong chiseled jawline, pointy nose, lips that makes one wish for a kiss and then happily dies afterwards, and his olive skin and his muscular body. But that wasn't the only reason why many women and gays are attracted to him, it was his emotionless deep blue eyes that turns violet in the lightning, it helds mysteriousness that invites others to unveil his secrets.
He was a kind of man that was sent from above to please all the women in the world.
Sadly, no other women was able to get a three step closer to him.
Aeron was staring right into Aisha's violet orbs.
Blue to Violet.
And then his eyes trailed over the hand on Aisha's waist. All of a sudden, his eyes darkened.
Aisha got lost to his beautiful eyes when Freohr pinched her waist. She look at him and noted that he was displeased.
"Let's not mind him," Freohr made her turn around so that she won't see Aeron. "He was just an illegitimate son of my Father, a bastard."
Aisha shrugs her shoulder as a response. She was not that close to him anyways. They just met once or twice, nothing too memorable.
He was the only one who made her feel fear.
There was a sudden buzz in the crowd and Aisha have a glimpse of that certain person who kills her Father.
"Shall we go and greet your Father, Freohr?" Aisha asked as that person walks towards their direction.
Freohr's Father broke into a grin as he saw Morano's daughter. "Aisha my dear future daughter-in-law! The last time I saw you was at your Father's burial!"
"Long time no see, indeed," Aisha return his warmth gesture with a cold smile. Although she was smiling, there was a distinct hostile from the way she greets him. "How do you do, Uncle Rafael?"