Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“I mean Damien,” she blurted, causing a huge lump to suddenly appear in my throat. My heart raced as I struggled to find the right words to respond.

Uhmm….. Uh mmm….

How do I tell her how I met with Damien? Through the media, or perhaps a business marriage? As I pondered on that, I felt my heart racing with a mix of emotions, causing an internal tremor.

“I must confess, I was a huge fan of his. So, when people asked how we connected, I would say, ‘We met through the media.” Well, maybe I stretched the truth a bit, but the way her eyes lit up, I could tell she believed me. And you know what? In a way, I wasn’t completely lying because we did meet through the media. If it wasn’t for the news spreading like wildfire on social media, Damien wouldn’t have even seen an opportunity to hop into my life.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, giving me a playful wink. “That must be nice,” she said, flashing me a mischievous smile. And then, she began to weave a tale, narrating how girls love to fawn over him and just couldn’t resist his charm, despite his inhumane ways and stubborn demeanor. But amidst her words, one particular detail captivated me. When she mentioned that she was sure he inherited his stubbornness from his father, since his mother, unlike him, wasn’t known for her stubbornness. This revelation ignited a spark in my mind, leaving me with an enchanting question that echoed through my thoughts: If she isn’t his mother, then who could she be? The mystery deepened, and I couldn’t help but be drawn further into the captivating story.

“Are you his aunt?” I ask, my words flowing cautiously from my lips. It feels like I’m treading on a delicate path, carefully navigating each step. Even though she puts me at ease, I know I must be mindful not to overstep any boundaries.

“That…” Her movements froze, and she slowly pivoted to meet my gaze, her eyes locking with mine. A moment of silence hung in the air, filled with anticipation. And then, with a heartfelt sigh, she whispered, “Let’s just say I’m his nanny.” Her words cast a spell over me, stirring a mix of curiosity and intrigue. But as her words sank in, a scowl formed on my face, unable to hide my confusion.

“Nanny?” I arched an eyebrow, my mind swirling with different thoughts. “But hold on, according to the media, Mrs. Albrecht was the sole caretaker of her son, braving the challenges while the father embarked on endless business trips,” I mused, my words laced with uncertainty. But that’s what the media says, right? Though the internet can’t be accurate at times…….. Yeah! The enigmatic realm of the internet, where truth and fiction dance a mesmerizing tango.

I could feel the sting of pain in her eyes, a glimpse of hurt she swiftly veiled. My heart skipped a beat as I feared that I might have overstepped my boundaries. Still lost in my musings, her voice suddenly broke through the silence once more, “Mrs. Albrecht is a very busy woman. But fear not dear one, I believe you will meet her today,” she whispered, her words a delicate secret shared between us. Feeling nervous I couldn’t help the exuberant “Oh!” that quickly escaped from my lips.

I will see Mrs. Albrecht…… as in the world-famous figure in this world! Wow….. Just wow!

I was lost in my own world, deep in thought, when suddenly, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Damien’s charismatic presence. “Hey there, still concocting culinary wonders?” he chimed, leaning in to give Mrs. Caterina a tender peck on the cheek. With a graceful stride, he made his way to the countertop, snagging a crisp apple from the display. Our eyes locked, and he playfully winked, turning my cheeks the color of overripe tomatoes.

Hmm, I cleared my throat, and at that moment, I tore my eyes away from him. Oh, thank the stars that Mrs. Caterina was blissfully unaware… My heart raced as I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze fixated on the plate I was delicately washing. But even so, I could feel his piercing gaze trailing after me. Suddenly, Mrs. Caterina broke the tension with a playful remark to Damien, “Come on! Am I going to whisk away with your wife? Why so possessive?” Her words made my heart skip a beat, and I found myself gulping nervously.

“Seriously, Mrs. Caterina, you can’t abandon me with that insufferable old man,” he protested, his words dripping with frustration. This makes me silently roll my eyes at his harsh remarks.

“Hey, he’s the new butler, Damien. Come on, show some respect, son,” she playfully smacked his shoulder before gracefully exiting the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone. The air crackled with tension as we stood there, a mix of curiosity and nervousness filling the space around me. It was as if time stood still, a magical moment where the world outside faded away from my side, leaving only the enchanting possibility of what could unfold between us as I felt his eyes lustfully trailing at me.

The air grew heavy with an uncomfortable silence, so profound that even the faintest sound could be heard, like a pin gracefully descending to the ground. My unease intensified as the tension stretched out, weaving an intricate web of discomfort around us. It was as if time itself held its breath, making me feel trapped in here.

Oh, God save my soul………!