Sold to the mafia boss

The next morning I woke up to Logan’s face and bare chest as he sat watching over me. He gave me a genuinely sweet smile before asking us to eat breakfast. As we walked out hand in hand, It started dawning on me that I was about to take a bold step in my life and I wasn’t even twenty yet. I’d be twenty in two months time but still, that didn’t justify what I was about to do in a couple of weeks from now.

I always dreamed of marrying a noble man from a wealthy family. I guess that’s the kind of fantasies girls like me had in their heads when you’ve lived your whole life poor. It was merely fantasy because girls like me never meet men like that.

But I did. I met Logan and he was everything I ever wanted in a man. Only this marriage was my collateral for my freedom. I was doing this so I could earn his full trust, escaping from him in return, even though I couldn’t deny the fact that I was hopelessly in love with him.

I knew I loved him because all my life, I’ve never been loved properly. So I clung to him for dear life and the little care he showed to me.

I always dreamed of being married in a small court room, with my parents, and a sister I never had, a best friend and a few work colleagues. It would’ve been so beautiful. But now, it’s just gonna be and Logan, getting married without my parents’ consent.

As we ate breakfast, I tried not to think about how agonizingly painful the thought of getting married without my parents’ blessings was. But this wasn’t a real marriage to me. It was the key to my freedom.

” Are you having second thoughts? ” Logan’s voice brings me back from my thoughts and I quickly turned a smile at him.

” Not at all Logan ” I assured him.

I knew Logan probably didn’t care much about me except for what I could do for him in bed but I’ve noticed the change in his mood since I proposed for this marriage. He’s seemed quite different and smiled more often. I thought marriage would be the least he’d ever do and being who he was, I thought that he’d catch on fast about why I wanted to get married but so far, he hasn’t said anything and that was all I needed at the moment.

After having our breakfast, Logan asked us to get dressed. He asked if I wanted him to send a tailor to the house for my wedding dress measurements or I’d rather we go out together for it. I chose the latter. This might not be a real wedding but I might as well live the best out of it.

Dani arrived just in time to accompany us to the designer’s store where Antoniette joined us shortly after.

Madame Alexander, the owner of the boutique showed us around herself as a special treatment in Logan’s honor. She showed us the best and most expensive fabrics they had. Logan and Dani sat aside while Antoniette and I busied ourselves with picking the fabrics that went better with my skin.

Antoniette walked back into the room after offering to get us some warm tea and offered me a cup. Beaming a smile at her, I accepted the small cup of tea and took a sip while glancing out through the window.

” Are you very sure about this, Layla? ” Antoniette asked me.

Looking back at her worried face, I nodded with a smile ” yes, Antoniette. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine. ”

” I know, you’re a tough girl ”

I wanted to ask her about all colonel Morin had said at that party the other night but thought against it. I’d have plenty of time to ask Logan himself about it after this wedding. Besides, I didn’t want anything that would ruin this for me. And Logan wasn’t seated that far away from me, I wouldn’t want to raise any suspicion.

” Hugo! ” Madame Alexander calls out to one of her shop attendants ” let’s take this bride’s measurements and make it quick darling. ”

Hugo nods and comes towards me. I stood up straight and had my measurement taken. Logan was handed a style magazine where we both chose a style for me to wear. It was a beautiful plain dress, it’s back bare with a hook holding it up below the neck area. Stones decorated the body and chest areas, it’s sleeves long and laced.

Madame Alexander promised to work on it and get it done in a week.

As we drove the car away from the boutique, Antoniette made a call for an appointment with a hair stylist. As soon as she informed her that the bride was going to be wedded to Logan DeAngelo, she seemed even more thrilled to be receiving the call and promised to be available for the session.

” Take us to the restaurant ” Logan told his driver. The car made a speedy turn towards a different avenue. I slowly looked up to find Logan’s eyes watching me intensely, a sly smirk at the corners of his lips.

Logan was seated next to Dani, opposite Antoniette and I. My eyes moved away to Dani and as soon as our eyes met, he looked away. I didn’t know if It was just in my head but Dani has been avoiding making eye contacts with me and he barely said much to me.

After the car came to a stop, Logan helped me off and the car drove off with the duo.

” We have a lot to talk about, love, don’t we?” He spoke as we headed towards the entrance.

I walked silently beside him, hand in his. Whatever he was gonna say today, I’m completely prepared to hear.