Betide to Love You

... The melody of my despair wrote the lyrics with your name...

I stood at the altar, knowing what was about to happen but still a smile was plastered upon my lips. My heart flutters in happiness because that's the day I am going to marry the love of my life, Lydia. She is my everything and now I want to spend my life with her.

I cannot explain my content, a feeble emotion of love and benediction filled me up. My blue eyes glistened in excitement to espy the upcoming moment. I am looking forward to it.

I ran my hand in my black hair and turned to look at my Best friend Christian Elvis, looked at me with a smirk and showed me a thumbs up.

I chuckled and turned away, waiting for my bride to come and end this tormenting wait of mine. As I was waiting, one of my men came to me,

"Mr Moretti." He called me. A faint smirk crept upon my lips as I turned to look at him. He whispered something in my ears as my eyes widened in horror.

My heart clenched and broke to pieces. My lips began to quiver as I lost my strength. It hurt me more than I could have anticipated. Breaking apart, I ran to the dressing of Lydia and saw her corpse lying there.

My world comes to a crash. I lost my ability to think. I was devastated to see the sight before me.

My love fell apart that day...

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I woke with a loud gasp, I began to pant because of my nightmare. Just when I was about to start a good day this horrible nightmare ruined it. I sighed and ruffled my hair and got out of my bed. I don't want anything to destroy my day. I have to keep my calm and don't worry about things much.

I stood under the shower as the cold droplets of it drenched me. I tried to let out the horrendous sight to get out of my mind so that a lull can take over. I have never been that nervous in my life before. But, I know how to wrap things up. I just have to do what Kathrine told me.

"Look, The relationship aroused from hate is much stronger than others. Its strength would be greater than anything else."

I took a deep breath and got out of the shower. It doesn't suit the Head of Mafia leader to act afraid. I am someone people's souls should tremble to hear but I have to keep my identity a secret.

From the outside, I am a simple businessman but the reality is my whole childhood started and ended in the dark world. After countless struggles and hardships I have gained this position.

I am like the puppet master of the Mafia leaders, their strings are in my hand and there was actually a point in my life where I wanted to stop and let it go but since when I was bestowed with love? It's just a short-lived passion,

It's simple for me. I get what I want.

I got ready and went to breakfast. It's a habit of mine to hear about work in the morning while having breakfast- I don't know, just to spoil my mood.

"Sir, That investigator James found out about the morning shipments."

"Shipments of what?" I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Guns, Sir. They were trading under your name. If he found out exactly what you were exporting, it would be fatal." I stopped when I heard it. I cursed under my breath and stood up. My temper is something I cannot control. It just got the best of me.

"You should have told me this before, Idiot!" I yelled. I took my phone and left. I never fail to destroy my day but that's the only way for me to get out of that loneliness inside me. I grit my teeth and went to the port and saw Christian talking to the officer. I let out a sigh of relief knowing he got my back. He may have left the Mafia world but always been there for me.

I got out and walked to him,

"Hey, dude, What happened?" I asked, being oblivious as I didn't know what happened.

"Nothing, Mr Moretti, just a survey." James said. I gave him my mocking smile and asked.

"Well, enjoy yourself Officer." He narrowed his eyes at me and challenged, "Just you wait, Mr Tyler Moretti. It will all end soon."

"For you." I still said with my smile and he left. After he left, I scoffed and shook my head.

"You should go and enjoy your wedding. It's the first day." I teased. He rolled his eyes off and remained silent.

"I am leaving for work. Good Luck." Christian said and left. After he left I sighed and called the incharge of the shipment,

"George!" He came and I looked at him in irk, "How did the information get out?" I asked direly. "I-I don't M-Mr Moretti." He said, afraid. The way he speak it's clear he would dare to betray me. "I want you to find this person in a week or else you will pay for his deed." I said threateningly. "Y-Yes, Sir."

I then took a look around and decided to give a 'warm gift' to Officer Jame so that the low level guy could know his place and of course.

I certainly didn't make him transfer to another city on purpose so that he won't sniff at my work like a dog he is.

And after that tiresome and monotonous day, I decided to have a coffee and lunch in a quiet place to calm my mind.

I went to the Amber one hotel as the waitress asked, "What would you like to have, Sir?" 'You.'

That's what I wanted to say. I mean she was cute and if we met in a bar, I would love to spend my night with her.

"Hmm.. A cold coffee." I said and began to use my phone. Do not pay attention. She left and came with a cold coffee. My heart began to beat fast, almost about to burst from my chest.

My hand turned cold. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My gaze was fixed on my phone, still on looking up at Cand- I mean that girl.

"Here you go, Sir." She said and moved away. I inhaled deeply and took a sip of my coffee and spit it out,

"What the hell is this?!" I asked, agitated.

"Is something wrong, Sir?" She asked innocently.

"I asked for a cold coffee, not cold water. What the hell is this?"

"I apologize, Sir. I will get you another one."

"It's gonna taste the same, woman!" I yelled.

"Don't yell at me, I am not the one who made it." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

"What did you say?" I growled.

"What you heard, Sir." She hissed.

"Watch your mouth." I hissed back.

"What? I am not the chef?" She said,

"What happened?" The voice of the manager came. "Teach your workers some manners." I said angrily.

"What did you do this time, Candice?" The old guy asked sternly. "Sir, I just served him his order."

"And talk rudely." I added. She gasped, "You yelled at me first!"

"Enough Candice. This is the third complaint we have received from you. We cannot tolerate this kind of behavior. You are dismissed." The Manager said. The girl, Candice's eyes went wide when she heard it.

"No, No, No, Sir. Please, I am sorry." She begged.

"Only if our guest forgives you." The manager said. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she looked at me pleading.

"I am so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me." She said, at the verge of crying. I took my phone and glasses from the table. I wore my glasses and unbuttoned my coat as a feeble smirk crept upon my lips and I left saying, "You deserve this."

And that's how everything started...

Candice POV:-

My heart is thumping out of my chest in terror. I am so scared, just because of a certain someone who thinks if he has money he is superior, my job slipped out of my grasp. What was my fault that he did this to me?

What have I done to him, I am not the one who made the coffee. Just because of his short temper I lost my job and I am so scared, what my father would do if he came to know about it. My father is very strict and always ridicules me. I left the hotel and went to a random park.

I wanted to tell my best friend Sophie about what happened but she just got married and I don't want to disturb her.

I sighed as a few tears rolled down my cheek. I covered my face in my hands and let out silent sobs. I am not sad because of the job but to see Father's reaction. I wiped my tears and went home.

I entered, no one home. My younger brother, Rufus is at work and my Father is at the grocery shop he owns. Even living together we are all apart.

I kept cursing that rich man who ruined my day, if he has money that doesn't mean he can treat me like trash.

I sighed and called Nicolas,

"Hello.." his voice came. I smiled and replied, "Hey... How are you?" I asked.

"I am fine, what about you?"

"Good... Just missing you and the kids." I said. He chuckled, "We will come to visit when their vacation starts.." he told me.

"I am looking forward to meeting you guys.." We then talked for a while and then Rufus came home so I gotta go.

"Hey, Candice, you're early..." Rufus trailed off, entering and taking off his shoes.

"Yeah.. I lost my job..." I said, leaning back on the couch.

He looked at me concerned and asked, "You okay?" I hummed and laid down. I held my hand out and began to say, "Nothing wanting to see Father.." He came to me and ruffled my hair.

"Don't worry, I am here." I smiled and sat up as he sat beside me, "So... how does this happen?" He asked.

"I just served the order, that devil got angry so I told him I am not the one who made this, don't yell at me but he just burst and ... here I am." I told him, laughing a bit. I rest my head on his shoulder and began to sadly,

"I am afraid to see Father's reaction.." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said reassuringly.

"Don't worry." Even though he is two years younger than me, he always comforts me by saying sweet things.

Night came and Father came home. I took a deep breath and went down to have dinner, "Welcome home, Elmer." I unintentionally called Father by his name which made him furious.

"Ungrateful Brat! What did you say!?" He yelled. My breath hitched as I felt so scared.

No matter how brave I show myself but from inside a frightened cat and any little thing and provoke my fear. I gulped and timidly took a seat.

There was a silence between us, we all sat down and began to have dinner in silence, "F-Father.." I called him hesitantly.

He hummed and I began to say, "I l-lost my job." He stopped eating and looked at me.

I stiff and curled my toes in vexation. He stared at me for a while and scoffed, "Who cares about your money anyways. But keep it in your mind, I won't afford your expenses." He warned.

"Father, don't be like that. I will help you Candice." Rufus said.

"Shut up, Idiot!" Father scolded him. He sealed his mouth shut, Father spared a last glance at me and mumbled,

"She is already 26.. Marry her off to someone." My eyes widened in disbelief, "I won't marry." I announced.

"I don't need your opinion." He said rudely. I grit my teeth and took my plate and went to my room.

He cannot do this to me, I will not marry some random guy. If he wants to throw me out he can but ah well then who will fulfill the promise he made to my mother. He has to throw me out in a decent way.

Silent tears rolled down my cheek. I tried my best not to cry but it was so hard to contain myself. He just keeps looking for new ways to disown me. I shook my head and ate my food.

For the next few days, I kept looking for a job and after a week surprisingly I was offered a job as receptionist in a library with an unbelievably good pay for a receptionist, it was odd to get a job like this with such a pay. I couldn't fathom but what I can do anyways, I shouldn't complain and thank God.

"I got a job in a library." I told Rufus, sitting beside him.

"You will not get a job bigger than this anyways." Father's mocking voice came from the kitchen. I sighed and shook my head, knowing it's no use talking to him.

I kept working at the library. It was a fine day, I was working earnestly, focusing solely on my work but then the roots of evil decided to show their face to me. I kept smiling forcefully not wanting to ruin my mood by talking to this rich guy who treats other people as trash.

"Do you need anything, Sir?" My voice is already soft and just that his highness is not like it, I made it even more soft.

" Call the owner, tell him Mr Moretti has come." He told me, with his face glued to his phone as always.

I nodded and called the owner and upon hearing it, he was so terrified, it seemed like he was a dangerous guy.

I looked at his blue eyes, similar to mine, darker shade of blue but his eyes somehow shine with his hairs all combed backwards along with a perfect dominating aura, men is black suits around him. He seemed like a high profile guy.

He is a handsome devil.

He put his phone back and looked at me.

"Great, start of a bad day already." He scoffed. I raise an eyebrow at him, "Excuse me, Sir?" I asked, controlling my urge to slam the keyboard on his face.

"I am also not dying to see your face." I mumbled to myself. He opened his mouth to reply but his own came.

"Ah, Mr Moretti. Please come. I did what you told me." The owner said, smiling widely. The guy, Mr Moretti's lips curved upward from one side in a smirk.

My eyes went wide for a second when I saw that smirk on his appealing feature. His eyes slowly made their way to me, looking intensely at me. My lips formed a thin line as my heart began picking its pace under his piercing gaze.

He scanned me, making me uncomfortable and finally a few moments of silence, he spoke up in a charming voice,

"Beautiful receptionist you got there."

A shiver went down my spine when I heard it. I quickly averted my gaze as I felt a blush rose to my cheeks. I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and focused on my work as all of them left.

After he left, I put my hand over my chest and let out a deep breath. How dare he do that. I clicked my tongue in the direction where they left and focused on my work, not wanting to think about it.

After work, I went out wanting to go to work but it was raining heavily outside. My jaw dropped upon seeing it, not knowing what I should do to get out of this, the bus stop is far away and it's not good to drench in rain because of my white shirt. I don't know what I should do.

I stood outside the library for a good two hours, sitting on the stairs, waiting for the rain to finish. As I was sitting I saw that guy coming out. He was leaving but he saw me and to boil my blood he stopped and turned to me giving me a look filled with amusement.

"I thought a beggar was sitting here." He taunts, taking a step towards me. I smiled venomously at him and retorted, "No need to see yourself in me." He laughed a little and said, "The rain's not gonna stop for the next few hours."

"So?" I asked rudely. He takes a look at me, taking a hint why I am not going in the rain because if I get drenched, it will be all revealing.

"Stay here and enjoy." He scorned. I grit my teeth and turned my head away. He turned to leave but then the Owner's voice came from behind.

"Ah Ms Whale." I turned to look at him and smiled. "Yes?"

"Come I will drop you off. How long are you going to wait?" He offered. I stood up and looked at Mr Moretti victoriously, "Sure." I said sweetly and went with him but before leaving I couldn't help but to notice that smile that appeared on his lips but I shrugged it off as nothing.

It was Sunday, me and Rufus came to the mall to buy Rufus some office shirts. After buying some shirts for him and some clothes for myself, we went to the food court to have something. I told Rufus to stay there while I get something to eat. I went to get some ice-cream for us but I got a phone call from Father, probably wanting to yell at me.

"Hello Father?" I picked the call.

"Where the hell are you and Rufus?" His voice sounded angry. I opened my mouth to reply but I heard another voice.

"...Make him spill out. With or without force. I-" I looked up but it was too late. The drink he had with him spilled over my dress. I gasped and saw none other than the charm of bad luck in front me looking at me with a bored look.

"What the hell is that? Are you blind or what?" I yelled at him.

"Or what." He replied. This guy is ridiculous. "You wasted my drink." He said. he was disappointed. My mouth gasped, "You spilled it over me." I said angrily.

"It's your fault to follow me around." He said nonchalantly.

"You are the one who comes after me and causes nothing but damage to me. You are a bad luck charm!" I sneered at him. "Like you are a fairy." He muttered.

"Better than you!" I replied. He looked at me irritated and said to one of his men, "Get her a dress and a drink." He was about to walk away but I said, "An apology would be nice, Mr Moretti." He stopped in his tracks and turned to me, "Why would I apologize to you?" He asked, amused.

"For spilling the drink." I said, closing my arms at my chest. He hummed and left. I looked at him in disbelief, swearing at him in my mind. He is the worst. I grit my teeth, didn't get the dress he offered and went back home with my day ruined by none other than this Mr Moretti.

Tyler POV:-

The day was tiresome. I left my work just to help Christian out. I sighed deeply and thought about paying a visit to Christian and his Wife Sophie at the hospital before going to work. He was so worried about her. I smiled sadly, wishing to have someone in my life too who will love me but it seems like its chances are far away . The person I love always leaves me or betrays me, I felt bad for not having a reason in my life to live. And my redemption is still far away because of Kathrine who thinks she gives the best advice. I got help from her because she is a girl, the person I trust but my patience is breaking apart and I can feel this barely controllable emotion taking over my senses.

I took a deep breath and bought a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for Sophie and went to meet them.

I knocked and entered their room. I smiled and gave the flowers to Christian and asked Sophie, "Well, How's my sister-in-law?" I know it's not a good idea to ask her this question. She remained silent and didn't reply and I felt bad asking her this.

To lightened up the mood, I began to say, "Recover quickly, then we're gonna have a party to celebrate your-" Christian cut me off,

"Stop it Tyler, It's not time for a party." He glaring at me because I was about to say he loves Sophie- what he didn't accept. I smirked at him and replied, "That's what I said after recovery." I then turned to Sophie and began to say,

"You know, he just kept on talking about you." As much of an angry and serious person I love teasing Christian, he is my best friend. Christian flushed hearing this and I continued, "I love to have her in my arms. I love the taste of her delicate lips. I lo-"

"Can't you shut up Damn it!" Christian said, raising his voice and I laughed seeing him like this.

"Why? Didn't you-" I was about to say something more but the door knocked again and the person I wasn't expecting to see entered. I didn't know that she knew about Sophie's condition, not actually Last time Sophie was with her but still why is Candice here... and here we go.

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