This afternoon I sat in front of a large mirror looking at myself who was getting worse. An exorbitant luxury mansion belonging to gangster boss Nevelas Vernon the world-famous mafia godfather. Doesn't make me happy. Every time I see so many back and forth around the mansion with tight security, seven foot high walls complete with spotlights, as well as guardhouses, cabanas, and cave bunkers. I started to know everything.
This handsome and dashing man is now my husband. Although, his age is far from me, yes, he is now 32 years old, while I am now 23 years old. At a relatively young age, he was able to control the Detroit area. A city in the United States with the highest crime rate. Crimes that always stop investigations by the police. Nevelas cunningly pays the police officers and bodyguards.
Not only a mansion, Nevelas also has a Villa that not everyone knows about, because the Villa is a place for him to hide or escape from the pursuit of enemies and the police if his evil plans are detected.
Nevelas earned residential luxury from selling his fears and the black world business he was involved in. Even though he seems fierce and vicious. However, the mansion is far from scary, it even looks very luxurious and comfortable to live in.
I took a comb to straighten my wet hair. "How long will I be like this? Now my life is like a bird in a golden cage." I said to myself while taking a deep breath. Beautiful dresses from famous brands don't make this heart flower. Black dress with out shoulders revealing the shoulders and half the chest, plus the back is left open.
"Ah, Nevelas! Why do you always give me dresses that I myself don't like to wear. My eyes look down, when I stand half my thighs are visible because of the long slit from the toe, "This again, why should I split it!" I was annoyed with myself with the dress the night i wear it.
I dressed modestly because Nevelas had spoken to me so that I would prepare to accompany him somewhere. I don't know Nevelas took me to the most beautiful place or even the worst place?
Several knocks forced me to approach the bedroom door. I opened it and my eyes were shocked when Emily came in with disheveled hair and the tear marks still visible on her cheeks.
"Emily! What happened?" I asked holding the wheelchair.
"May I come in, Ana?"
I smiled and immediately pushed the wheelchair into the room. I sat on the sofa after I pressed the brake button on Emily's wheelchair.
"What's wrong, tell me?" I asked again as I hugged him.
"Someone's following me, Ana. They're going to put me in a cramped cellar. I can't breathe. Help me!" Emily shouted.
I can only guess at his condition. Could it be that Nevelas' sister is traumatized? No wonder he didn't attend his own sister's wedding.
"I'm scared, An. I'm scared, they beat me and tie my hands. I can't do anything, when they touch and take away my chastity!" said Emily.
"Don't be afraid, honey. I'll take care of you!"
Emily looked at me with sad eyes, I feel sorry for her. Even though, my life may be almost the same as his, but I can still be grateful that I don't get depressed.
Nevelas opened the door to my room roughly. His eyes were intimidating again. He wears a black taxedo suit. I was stunned at his good looks and ideal posture.
"Emily! Why are you here? Everyone is looking for you!" Nevelas snapped. Without him realizing it, Emily's body was shaking because of the loud screams.
"Master, let Emily be with me!" I asked out of compassion for the suffering he had kept so close.
"Ana, please don't be a late hero! Shut up! Don't interfere if you don't know anything!" Nevelas snapped. His eyes were intently looking at me, the white shirt he was wearing was pounding loudly.
Nevelas pulled the wheelchair parked beside me. Meanwhile Emily was still struggling and begging for her to be with me.
"I want to be with Ana, Sis!" Emily shouted. But, Nevelas didn't seem to hear him. His feet kept walking and his hands pushed the wheelchair.
My eyes looked worriedly at Emily who kept on screaming. I wanted to chase and hold Nevelas' steps. But then again, I can't do it. I'm still very afraid that Nevelas will punish me.
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Nevelas took me to a five-star hotel in the Detroit area. I thought Nevelas gave me a surprise stay with him at the Marriott hotel. But, he frankly told me not to expect a honey moon event, even going there he said to meet some important clients.
I can only nod. On the first day of marriage, normal people might be making love in exotic places. I took a deep breath, "Never mind Tatiana don't expect more from a Nevelas."
Just as I was complaining, Clara knocked and opened the bedroom door. "Madam! Master is waiting for you in the study!" As usual when talking Clara did not dare to look, even though she was much older than me.
"Okay, thanks, Clara!" I answered while walking carrying a gold bag, 10 minutes ago he gave it to me. I was just amazed to see it, because I know this bag is a limited edition from a famous brand. I stepped in followed by Clara and three others.
The elevator doors opened on the third floor. I stepped into Nevelas' study. My eyes are no longer wide with his wealth.
I accidentally knocked on the door because I was afraid like what happened that time.
"Enter!" said Nevelas.
I opened the door and saw Nevelas sitting in his work chair. Tucked between his two fingers was a cigarette. Nevelas' eyes went straight to me. Then throw away the cigarette that was on his finger. Thank goodness because I really don't like the smell of smoke from burning tobacco.
"Sit down, An!" the order is so short. And I complied, sitting on the couch then reaching for a pillow to cover one of my exposed thighs. Seeing my behavior, he smiled and shook his head.
After sitting for almost half an hour without talking, he came over and sat beside me while extending his left hand on the back of the sofa. His fingers gently tickled my half-open back.
"You're beautiful, Ana. Shall we just cancel this meeting? Let's spend the night together. Can we?" he asked with an unusual look.
"Tee–it's up to you, what you want. I'm just a prisoner who has to do what you want, right?" I sneered at him.
"Ehm! The more you come here the more you dare say, Mrs Nevelas!"
Hearing her call me Mrs Nevelas, my heart was tormented because in my imagination now I would have the same fate as my mother who was unable to say and act when she got a temperament partner.
"Why daydream? Did I say something wrong or scare you? Erm! Remember Ana, I like women who are scared and in pain!" he said as he gently rubbed my back.
I shook my head, disbelieving his strange nature.
"Aa–I'm not afraid!" I stammered. Just felt Nevelas' hands on my back, like an electric shock.
"Really? You're not afraid of a Nevelas Vernon?" he asked increasingly intimidating.
My heart started beating fast, my palms were sweating coldly. I felt his fingers run down my head.
"My goodness, Master! Let go!" He grabbed my hair and grabbed my head. He bit his lips again harshly.
"Watch yourself, Tatiana Fredicson!"