Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Agreement(Revision)


The bright light of the sun combined with the chirping of birds with each other signifies that the morning has begun. A girl is still sleeping on her king size bed. Not bothered by the noise or the sunlight out there.


The door closed violently making the girl aghast in shock. Rachel forced her eyes wide open. Then, circulate the view looking for the source of the sound. However, there is nothing. Maybe Rachel is dreaming.


A faint groan sounded from the cleavage of his lips. His hands held his head while grimacing several times as he tried to get out of bed.


Being drunk last night leaves a tremendous headache. Rachel observed the room for quite a while. Until you know if you are still in the same hotel. The cold air of AC swept across the surface of the skin making Rachel reflexively shut her mouth to resist the screams.


Soon Rachel flicked the blanket over her body. His eyes bulged, seeing red marks strewn across his chest and neck. Still in disbelief, Rachel stood checking something out. And sure enough, the girl fell down. His legs cramp, the pain radiates to all parts of his womanhood.


His eyes glazed over as he saw two men and women's clothes strewn beneath the floor. One of them was the clothes he wore last night. Admit it or not, the fact is Rachel has spent the night with Peter.


What would her father think, after finding out her daughter spent the night with a man she was not attached to in any relationship.


Sobs rang out in worry, Rachel repeatedly hit her own head. Condemn all his stupidity and carelessness last night.


Why don't I check the alcohol level first before I drink it with one gulp. You're stupid Rachel!


Rachel wiped her tears, sweeping her gaze across the room. Looking for the figure of the man who had snatched away his crown.


However, it seemed like he left her with a paper bag containing clothes and a letter.


The white paper was removed before cleaning. His eyes were round, implied by the flames of great anger in his ashes.


I hope you'll accept the match, baby. I didn't use safety last night. I'm not sure, our hot romance isn't producing new life. So accept me as your husband


From: Your future husband & partner ️


Rachel tore the paper, squeezed it hard and threw it in any direction. Peter's cheating really made his anger rise to the top.


Damn she tricked me, I had to go to daddy and say everything. Don't let daddy hear this news from someone else's lips. Otherwise, he would have been even more disappointed in me.


Rachel picked up the paper bag and walked into the bathroom. Rudely rachel rubbed her body, hoping that the reddish stain disappeared along with the soap and running water.


However, all that did not change even the reddish marks were getting more noticeable as he rubbed tightly.


"Why the nodes won't disappear. How about this, I don't want daddy to be disappointed in me. I don't want her to feel ashamed to have a child like me!" Rachel drowned her face between her knees.


Letting his tears flow along with the cold water that flushed his body.His heart was broken, the deception that Peter did made his heart hurt.Not because of fear in the public censure. However, he was afraid of his father's disappointment.


All this time the old man taught him how to take care of himself. Her feelings will be hurt after hearing her beloved daughter has spent time with a stranger.


Rachel got up from the cold floor of the bathroom, then turned off the shower and put on the clothes that Peter had prepared. Clever as well as her, preparing a covered outfit for Rachel.


With quick steps Rachel walked towards the parking lot, into the car. He had to tell his father.


Arriving at the mansion. Two fantastically prized luxury cars are neatly parked in the front yard of the house. It must have surprised Rachel. There may be only 10 units with such a model available in the market.


Rachel hesitated to go inside. His heart raced fast, guessing who came in such a luxurious car. It is certain that the person who is visiting is not an ordinary person if seen from this vehicle.


Her lips opened small, her pupils twitched looking at the three people sitting with different expressions. Kanaya with her cheerful smile. Dominic with a flat face and without taking his eyes off the wife. And Peter smiled smirk while looking at him with an intimidating look. As if making Rachel difficult to breathe, she was too shocked.


"You're finally home, son, your father said you haven't been home since you met Peter last night. Did he hurt you?" kanaya asked, approaching Rachel who was pensive in the doorway.


It feels like Rachel wants to faint now, "Re, replied Kanaya's aunt's question. It is impolite to ignore the old man!" darion reprimanded.


Rachel smiled awkwardly, "no aunty, I'm staying at a friend's house," she said, then asked Kanaya to sit back to where she was.


"Surely you know it's not the reason we came here, I was so happy after hearing your approval, dear!" kanaya said as she held onto Rachel's arms.


"What, who said it?" rachel asked confused. All the gazes looked at him in wonder at once confused.


"Peters. She called me last night and told me you agreed, baby?" obviously Kanaya with a typical motherly voice.


"Aunty me-"


"I think I should talk to you alone, lady!" haven't finished the sentence yet. Peter cut the conversation and pulled it away.


Darion was a little wary, wanting to follow them. But upon seeing Dominic's sharp gaze made him silent, resigned to God.


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Peter pulls Rachel into the kitchen next to the living room. Feeling far from the reach of the three old men. Peter loosened his grip, staring at his future wife flat.


"What the fuck are you, why bring me to the kitchen?" rachel asked annoyed. The heat felt stinging around his wrist.


"Thank you for the match!"


"I don't want to! didn't we agree yesterday to cancel the match. And yes why did you take the chance when I was under the influence of alcohol. You sneaky bastard, I shouldn't easily put my trust in a person like you!" angry Rachel, annoyed to feel deceived by Peter's attitude and understanding that.


"You're the one who wants to touch me, baby. it should be, I'm the one who should hold you accountable." smiled slanted, and blinked one eye teasing Rachel.


"Don't slander, I can't possibly give up my own honor which I obviously protected half dead."


" I'm not slandering you, look at this if you don't believe me!" Peter thrust out a flat object that played a video that lasted about two hours.


Rachel's cheeks flushed red, immediately deleting their romance video. "You recorded it?"


"As you can see, but don't worry I still have a lot of copies. Then fulfill my orders, or I'll send that video to your father!" Peter spoke casually, but sounded once if he was threatening.


"You're really not sane, sir!"


"And you're driving me crazy, baby!"


"Ck, I'm not darling, my name is Rachel. Besides why are you after me out there so many women queuing up for you!" rachel asks, trying to undo Peter's ridiculous plan.


"Your courage intrigued me. So tell them you're agreeing to the union and don't let my mommy feel."


"How many times have I said I don't want to. You're not my type. Why don't you get it too, I don't want to get married!" Rachel began to raise her voice. Infuriated by Peter's reckless attitude.


"All right, I'm sending you that video right now. Not only your father but also uploading it to social media as well. I want to see how you feel seeing your father walking with his head down." Peter is affecting Rachel. Saying all the possibilities that occur, when their romance videos are watched by the public at large.


Though the one night stand relationship like that is commonplace in this country. However, Rachel felt embarrassed, not worthy of her privacy uploaded on social media.


"Wait on! I agree, but after the wedding you have to burn all the CDs or delete all the copies of the videos!"


"Agreed!"


TB


warnings!


this story is only fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take seriously πŸ™