A WILD ROSE FOR THE MAFIA BOSS

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Chapter four

Alora's POV

"If you don't stop doing that, you will fall," a woman said, looking at me sadly. She seemed to be the housekeeper. I had spent thirty minutes pacing back and forth in this bedroom, fuming angrily.

Why would she trick me into getting married to her son?

No, I can't stay here. I have to run away. My heart hammered like a war drum,I had to move before someone noticed. Every second I stayed put felt like I was digging my own grave.

"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I requested her

"Of course," she stepped forward and unzipped it for me.

"I'll leave to freshen up. Call me when you need anything," she said before walking away.

I stepped into the massive bathroom. I couldn't help but admire the marble floor; it had a bathtub too. No, no,I shouldn't be distracted. I need to leave. Every creak of the floor sounded like a gunshot in my ears. The thought of him squeezing the life out of me made me pale. What if he is some sick person? He must be suffering from something; otherwise, why would his mother look for a wife for him? No, maybe I’m overthinking this. With a deep sigh, I brushed off those thoughts. Steam rose from the shower, blurring the edges of my panic. I gripped the counter like a lifeline, willing myself to think straight. Water dripped onto the marble, echoing like footsteps behind me.

I quickly took a shower, then wrapped myself in a towel. Walking back to the bedroom, I tried to find my bag. Now, where could it be? I never left it in any other place. One wrong move and the whole house would wake,and I’d be caught instantly. I traced the walls with my fingers, counting the steps I’d need to run.

What am I going to wear now? I can't escape in a towel,that would be too risky.

I walked downstairs to find the woman who had come earlier, who I assumed might be in the kitchen.

"Hey Alora, why are you down there in that?" she asked, looking at me strangely.

"I didn't find my backpack with my clothes. Did you see it anywhere?" I asked.

"Go back to your room. I'll get you clothes and your backpack," she said before walking off to another room.

I sat in the bedroom for what felt like ten minutes, then she came with my bag and a plate of food. She's such a darling,wish we met under different circumstances.

"Here is your bag and food. I'll come for the plate when you're done," she said, then left, closing the door behind her.

This is so tempting. I should dress up and leave this place… no, I should have a plan. I wore my baggy jeans and oversized hoodie. I walked by the window and looked down to see if my strategic escape would be successful. I didn’t see anyone around on this side, so I might just be lucky. I took the bedsheet to see how long it was.

Then my stomach rumbled. Damn, when was the last time I had a meal? I took the food Maria gave me and started eating. This was so good. If I’m going to escape, of course I need all the energy. This is obviously my last good meal if I manage to escape, so I'll just savor it and pack some for later. Once done, I put the packed food, wrapped in paper, into my bag and placed the plate on the table. She'll probably know I left when she comes to get it. I took my backpack and tied the bedsheet to the bed before sliding it down. The wind caught the bedsheet, threatening to unravel my only lifeline.

I rolled down slowly until I landed safely.

That's great. Now I should look for the gate. Good thing there is a garden,I can just duck if someone sees me. I inched along the wall, heart in my throat, praying the garden was empty. Each shadow looked like a person ready to catch me. I froze, holding my breath, waiting for a sound that never came.

I walked slowly so as not to draw attention, when I heard two people whispering.

"Has the boss got married?" the first woman said.

"For real? I don't believe you. That can't be true," the other replied.

"Well, believe it. The woman is upstairs; I had Maria discuss it with madam."

"No, it can't be. I've been here the longest, always warming his bed, fulfilling his desires. He can't be with someone else, especially after what that bitch did," she yelled, almost crying.

So the psycho has women all around him. That made me feel sick to my stomach. What a twisted man! Not only is he dangerous, he's also promiscuous. Am I this unlucky? What kind of sick joke is this? Still caught in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize someone was standing in front of me until he cleared his throat.

Oh shit! Why was I even eavesdropping? I got distracted by a bunch of gossiping women; now my plans are ruined. A single second felt like a lifetime. I wanted to scream, but my voice dissolved into silence.

"You shouldn't have tried to escape!" he gritted through his teeth. The next thing was a hard slap across my face that made me dizzy before he bundled me over his shoulder like a bundle of wood, walking back to the mansion. Every nerve in my body screamed to run, but I had to think. Pain flared across my cheek, sharp and burning. Dizziness swirled around me as the room tilted.

Fuck! I’m doomed. I guess I’m really out of luck. I tried to fight, tried to cry, but all I met was a firm hold.

We got back to the bedroom, where he tied me to a chair with a rope and cuffed both my hands. The ropes dug into my wrists. Pain was my constant companion.

Just when I thought this couldn't get any worse, he locked the door and stood right there in front of me. Was the garden really empty? Could anyone hear me if I screamed?

What kind of hell is this? I just messed with the wrong people.

After what seemed like five minutes, the door clicked open and Bianca walked in. She then took a seat in front of me and gestured for the man to leave.

"Alora, you have to listen to me, please," Bianca begged.

"What are you even doing here…oh, my bad. You can be anywhere you like because this is your house after all," I retorted angrily.

"I know you're angry with me, and it's justified, but please give this a chance. Your life will change for the better," she said.

Oh, my goodness. This woman is just something else.

"I needed a job. A j-o-b. Not this… marriage certificate. Damn it!"

"Calm down, ple…"

"No! Do not tell me to calm down. I never gave you the right to decide what's best for me. And just so you know, I’m not gonna play this sick game. Just leave me alone," I yelled furiously.

"Alora…"

"Leave before I say something that would make your psycho son squeeze the life out of me."

"That's it. I was being gentle, thinking you would understand. Now listen, and listen good," she stood up and took a step toward me, lifting my chin to meet my gaze.

"I am doing what's best for you. This is what your mother wanted, believe it or not, and I don't care if she still wants it or not," she yelled, her face so serious I almost thought she’d shoot me. Then it hit me.

That left my mouth agape.

"What…my mum?"

"You heard me. So you better accept this as your fate," she declared , with slow deliberate steps she walk out.

The door clicked shut, leaving me in suffocating silence. I pressed my palms against my face, wishing I could disappear. My chest felt like it was being crushed under invisible weights. Every muscle in my body screamed to run, but there was nowhere to go.

"Please, wait! I'll do anything. Just tell me if she is alive or dead," I pleaded, but she was gone.

My chest tightened as my mouth trembled. I don't need them. I've been doing just fine, I consoled myself. Hope felt dangerous, but despair felt worse. Every nerve in my body screamed to run,but I had nowhere to go.Really had hit me differently, Bianca knew who my mum was and this only meant the incident at the diner was a cover up story to get to me, that made me more helpless.

A lone tear fell from my eye as I closed them shut. No, this can't be happening. She can't plan my life like she ever cared.

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