Mafia's Purchased Little Bride

It was a cool evening, everywhere was calm and the weather was friendly, the street was so empty that no one was in sight except a cat which ran in the opposite direction across the street, only the sounds of dogs barking and the breeze blowing quietly among the trees could be heard.

Western Cape, a small town located in the western part of England, a quiet, beautiful, and peaceful arena, suddenly got disturbed following the news of the death of the town Major and his wife 'Mr. and Mrs. Austin', the famous couple who are weather forecasters. The once calm and quiet streets of the western Cape suddenly became filled with different people and reporters from various parts of the city, gathered together because the sad incident came as a shock to everyone unexpectedly.

The beautiful couple who live in a duplex, down the street and works at 'Rising Sun' a forecasting company rated first in the whole of England, these couples are among the top 5 forecasters working in the company and have been awarded many times for their diligence, they are loved by their viewers being couples and they both look very attractive. The couple who are both top stars met at the company and fell for each other, got married recently, and gave birth to their only daughter named Isabella two years after they got married. Among their co-workers, they both are loved for being flawless. Mrs Austin being a cheerful and motivational speaker is loved by her colleagues for her good spirit and encouraging speeches, despite her beauty and position in the company she never looked down on any of her colleagues but instead treats everyone with respect from the lowest position to the highest, as she believes everyone deserves to be respected. While Mr.Austin, a playful and kind-hearted man won the heart of all his colleagues for being a good man. He detests dishonest and bullying and would do anything possible to get to know the truth in a case of dishonesty, while in a case of bullying,g he would make sure the person bullying doesn't go scot-free while he gives support to the one being bullied. The couples spend most of their time outside work particularly weekends exploring places and going to beaches. They are also known to be a part of an organization supporting and sponsoring the elderly and orphanages, as well as the sick. It was the weekend and they had gone to visit new places as usual, a video of them at a restaurant had been uploaded by the couple where they were trying out a new meal and enjoying their time together.

Then the next thing was news of them found dead in their home not more than 24 hours after they were last seen online uploading pics and videos of themselves, with the cause of death unknown.

They were found dead by the couple's next-door neighbor 'an artist', who was just returning home from the studio down the street. He had entered the house to inform his friend Mr Austin of his return, so they could step out in an hour to play their favorite game 'basketball' together as usual, but stepping into the house he was astonished to find the house in an unusual silence and the atmosphere wasn't welcoming. Pushing forward the door leading to their balcony, he was dead-struck in his tracks, shocked and confused as the sight in front of him was just too much for him to comprehend, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was covered with sweats in minutes, as his whole body vibrated and he fell straight to the floor trembling while sweating profusely. A few minutes later, he got himself together and called the cops, he told them the name of the street and the house number.

The reporters who got there shortly after the cops arrived interrogated a few people who were present as well as the neighbors, while they also observed anyone who might be related to the deceased. The ambulance arrived at the scene and the bodies were carried out of the house, ready to be taken away. As the bodies were being carried into the ambulance, the deceased only child Isabella was sighted by some of the neighbors sluggishly walking towards them, unaware of the bad incident that had occurred, people began murmuring as she approached the house.

To Isabella, that wasn't the first time she would see reporters outside their house so she wasn't surprised, but she was a bit confused by the presence of familiar faces among the people gathering. Looking into the faces staring back at her, she saw nothing like happiness, but sadness with pitiful looks. She became tense, her heart beating fast against her chest. Despite being a young teenager, she could read and understand different looks and emotions that were displayed on people's faces, a trait she inherited from her father. Pushing forward through the crowd, she saw what she couldn't believe she is seeing, there in front of her were two bodies covered with white cloth, she ran towards them but was stopped by the cops and other people trying to hold her back, then suddenly everything went blurry, all she could hear was distant voices. She knew her world had come to an end as the bodies of her only beloved ones had been carried away lifeless.

The police checked the house for anything that may serve as a clue as to what might have to the other couple's demise, they also checked for any sign of suicide and suicide note, and every corner of the howls was checked for any sign of someone breaking into the house, but there was none, everything in the house was in order. The window glasses and door knobs were not broken neither was there any piece of sharp objects or murder tools anywhere in and around the house. It showed no sign of anyone breaking in.

It wasn't the first time seeing a reporter outside my home so I wasn't surprised seeing those reporters, but the large crowd gathered there made me worried, staring into the eyes of our neighbors, I saw nothing like happiness but sadness and pitiful looks. I became tense wondering what must have happened for all of them to gather there. I knew something terrible had happened as the look on their face said it all.

Although I was a teenager, having inherited some qualities from my parents, one of which I got from my dad was the ability to read and understand people's emotions or reactions no matter how hard they try to hide them.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I saw what I found hard to believe. A stretcher with a body covered in white lying on it was carried out from my house into an awaiting ambulance. I was still in shock when I saw another body already in the ambulance covered with white also. I immediately moved my way to the front towards the bodies but was held back by people, I kicked and screamed my lungs out sweating profusely, and immediately people released their hold on me. I ran towards the first body, with shaky hands I lifted the cloth on the face and behold! It was my dad lying lifeless on the stretcher, I staggered backward, my heart beating fast against my chest. I moved towards the body already in the ambulance there. I saw my mom staring back at me, her eyes wide open as if she was alive.

I moved backward, unable to believe my eyes and what I have just seen, I laughed out loud and then hit myself very hard on the cheek, hoping that I was having a terrible nightmare and would wake up anytime soon, but felt the pain so hard on my cheeks, tears flowed down my cheeks as I realized I wasn't dreaming. it is happening, not a dream, my mind screamed.

Then everything went blurry, all I could hear was distant voices, I didn't know where I was anymore, I felt my legs wobble beneath me and I slumped. I knew my world had just come to an end as I just lost the only beloved ones in my life 'my parents' and then everything turned dark and quiet.

I could hear someone calling my name, the machine beeping. I opened my eyes and looked around, there was a machine beside me and the curtains and walls were painted white. I looked at my body. I was on a bed with a drip attached to my hand. It dawned on me that I was in a hospital but I couldn't remember. I looked at the faces of the people beside me it was my uncle Carlos and my aunt Maria they both looked happy to see me awake I hate this situation I am now I said to them I hated coming to the hospital alot the smell if it alone makes me feel more sick.

I asked myself why, how, and why would this happen to me, who had done this cruel act knowing fully I was an only child, and would be left alone in this cruel world.

Who would be my supporter, my playmate, my comforter, who would take me out for trips or hangouts, who would sing me a lullaby or read stories to me while I fall asleep in my bed?

Oh no! I cried more because my parents are gone forever, I won't see them anymore. I am now an orphan. I wished I had died and never woke up. I started wishing all sorts of things had happened to me, so I wouldn't have to be alive to witness these horrible moments. My heart felt so heavy and I held onto my chest as I cried the most.

A week after I returned home from the hospital, I was in my room reading a novel. My aunt came to my room and she told me to come downstairs for dinner. When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see my uncle sitting at the table. When did he arrive I wondered. I greeted him and sat down, Maria had prepared a balcony and an egg. eeeew I thought in my head and rolled my eyes carefully so she wouldn't notice. I barely touched the food and was about to go to my room when my uncle told me to sit back. They both have something to discuss with me.

I wasn't surprised, I had expected that but I just wondered what it would be. After they both were done eating, my aunt was the first person to talk to me. She told me how the house, cars, and everything I knew my parents had had been used at auction to clear debts and loans my parents took. My uncle then added that the house we were in had also been used as collateral by my parents.

I was too shocked to hear them say that. Everything they said was so hard for me to believe, but I wondered if they could lie to me. I felt bitter, so I had nothing left in the world like mine. Everything I had owned as a child was gone, and now I am hopeless. Tears rolled down my cheeks, then I heard my uncle speak again. He said he had thought about it and he can't take me in so I should go with my aunt to where she lives and live there with her.

That came as a very huge shock to me as well. Why would I leave the city to live with my aunt in the countryside? What would happen to my education? I questioned my uncle. I told him I can't and that I wanted to stay there in the city.

I was still in my bed sleeping when someone jerked me off the bed. I opened my eyes and it was my aunt. I was confused but she told me to get off the bed and start packing a few things I needed, as we would be leaving very soon because my uncle was going out of the city that morning and she wanted him to drop us off at the bus station. I looked out of the window. It wasn't daybreak. I asked why we couldn't leave later during the day but she just stomped out and told me to behave myself and not get her angry. I suddenly felt my heart racing. It was like it was going to burst open anytime soon.

I burst into tears imagining how my life would be from onwards. I sat back on the bed weeping, about twenty minutes later my aunt came to my room and saw me weeping. She looked around the room and saw that I hadn't done what she told me to do. She became furious, and I could see her boiling with a temper. I was surprised. I had never seen her that way before. She moved towards me, grabbed my arm painfully, and dragged me to the wardrobe in my room. I yelped in pain and fright as she shoved my head into the wardrobe continuously, then she released me and told me to start packing.

I was so afraid. I looked into her eyes. I could see annoyance in them. I was shocked. this wasn't the Maria I had known. How could she change within just a few hours? I wasn't sure of what had happened to her to make her this way but I was sure my life would definitely not remain the same henceforth.

I hoped in my mind as I began packing my stuff in my box that she was still the sweet, gentle aunt I had always known. After packing my clothes and some other things that were very important to me, I walked into my parent's room.

This was the first time I would be entering the room after the incident. I held back the tears that had swelled up in my eyes, I became so sad that I wouldn't see this house again, not to talk of entering this room, the house that holds all memories of my childhood and my parents.

I began looking at every corner of the room for anything I could take along with me that would serve as a memory and things that were so dear to my parents. After I was done packing everything I wanted, I climbed down the stairs. I saw my aunt already waiting for me. The annoyance on her face was gone. I felt relieved but at the same time, I was worried. I took a final look at the living room and the rooms upstairs, then I followed my aunt out of the door by then it was already daybreak.

Isabella pov

It had been almost four months since my parents died and I was forcefully relocated to the countryside, a decision made by my only family Maria and Carlos, which I had no choice but to accept.

Ever since I had set foot in Vietnam a small town in the countryside where I live with my aunt and her family, I had never known peace, every day had been a day of constant torture and emotional breakdown.

My aunt and her daughter would always make use of the slightest opportunity they had to remind me of my misfortunes, she would call me names at times and tell me not to kill her the same way I killed my parents. Anytime she said those words it pierced deep in my heart like a knife and I would become depressed for days.

The Endless torture and suffering became so unbelievable for me that I decided to make a flee for my life, the first attempt wasn't successful but then after several thought on how to go about it I decided to make another attempt one weekend when I was saw blood in my urine, I knew that wasn't normal, I needed a medical attention and I am sure I could never get any if I continue to stay in that house, so I made up my mind that morning to escape at sunset.

It was getting very dark, walking down the street of Vietnam felt so strange and brought back some memories, but I cared no more not even about what might happen when it eventually get darker, as this was what I had planned for a long time but was too scared of dangers of escaping this horrible place at night, as the whole street was going to be very quiet as usual and only the sounds of birds chirping the wind blowing the trees would be heard, but my mind was made up because this was the only way to avoid getting married to an old man Felix who my aunt wants me to get married to because he would be of great advantage to us since he is a widower and has no child. This man should be in his sixties and old enough to be my great grandfather I told my aunt but was cut short with a thunderous slap on the cheek. Although he was very kind-hearted, living with him as his wife seems like a terrible nightmare for me and also the worst punishment ever.

Walking down the street with my head bent down, to avoid anyone who might recognize me and see me, the whole ground was messy, filled with water as it just finished raining. Suddenly the air became very chilly and the wind blew stronger, the thunder rumbled and was ready for a heavy downpour.

I increased my pace so I could quickly find shelter, then a thought crossed my mind 'What if they already got to know that I had run away and her tracing me ' I began to run as fast as my legs could carry me, trying my possible best to get out of the vicinity before the rain begins to pour heavily.

As soon as the rain began, the street got darker and I couldn't recognize or find my way. Looking around, it occurred to me I had run in the wrong direction. I began tracing my footsteps back, but it was too dark so I decided to keep walking, hoping to reach the train terminal where I could find shelter and spend the night before continuing my journey to Western Cape the next day where I could find my uncle Carlos who runs a bar at the outskirt of the town. I could remember vividly how I had left home twice to stay with my uncle for a few days when I quarreled with my mom because of my birthday party. She was totally against throwing a party for me insisting until I clock sixteenth which my dad also agreed with her. I was annoyed. I had longed for a party since my last birthday, which was when I celebrated my thirteenth birthday with my parents the same as every other year, and also when my friend's mom threw her a party that year to make her happy.

I jolted back to reality when I heard footsteps and someone calling out, looking around me I discovered there was a large field with lights everywhere around the field, I decided to hide from whosoever was coming in my direction. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard a loud bang, that was a gunshot. My mind screamed as I was too shocked to respond or react.

I couldn't move further, then I saw some men a few meters away, I could see one of them walking towards me but my feet were so heavy I was lost in thought and confused about what to do. I thought again in my mind that I had entered into the badlands. As he approached me, I heard someone shout my name Isabella! I felt terrified as that was my aunt's husband's voice. They must have discovered shortly after I left home that I had run away once again and had come looking for me.

I was confused about what to do, maybe I should tell the stranger coming towards me to please hide me from him or just allow him to take me back home to continue living the miserable life I was living. When my aunt's husband Richard got to us, he was immediately recognized by the man who approached me. They exchanged greetings, said a few strange words to each other, and then both laughed out loud. Before I knew it I was handed over to Richard. I felt disappointed, one look at him I saw scorn on his face, and I felt irritated by him. Richard said his goodbye although, in a strange language, I could guess from the look on his face that what he said was thank you.

With heavy hearts, I followed Richard walking quietly beside him with my head bent down, as I thought of all the worst punishments in the world I know of, and the one I would possibly be facing starting tonight, I wished I had died with my parents. I quietly sobbed all through the walk to his car and on the way home. Although I am still surprised at how he knew which direction I had taken.

Immediately we got into the compound and I alighted from the car, my heart started beating fast for fear of my aunt and her daughter because I am sure they must have thought and planned the worst way to punish me for trying to escape. As soon as the door flung open and I stared straight into my aunt's face, I could see different kinds of emotions displaying 'anger, fury, devilish ' and all, her daughter came up beside her and gave me a scorn and irritating look as I stared back at her with no emotion or expression on my face. Despite being a year older than her, I am secretly afraid of her because she is a good pretender, a terrible liar, mischievous, greedy, and temperamental as well as a feminist. One last look at my aunt and the direction she is facing, I knew what that meant. I was going to be locked up in the basement with no food or water until when their anger subsided, then the second part of the punishment would commence once I am out.

Quietly without hesitation, I walked towards the basement door, opened it, and climbed down the stairs without a second look at any of them as I already expected something worse as punishment for my actions when I got caught by her husband. Immediately I stepped on the last stair of the basement, I could hear a lock on the door outside which means I have been trapped there once again as this wasn't the first time. Although I was terrified at first, not anymore, not even now, my mind was blank and nothing was scary to me this time as the thought of all hope being lost made me completely out of my mind.