PROTECTED BY A MAFIA BOSS

"Today is the day," I whispered sadly, feeling like a tragic character in a story. "I haven't met the person I will marry yet."

The words "Bianchi Alessandro" slipped out of my mouth like a quiet curse. "I never imagined it would turn out this way." All my hopes of having a fairytale wedding have been destroyed.

Yesterday evening, inside the poorly lit room, my father's voice cut through the quietness like a sharp weapon. "Sit," he ordered, his tone allowing no room for disobedience. I complied dutifully, my stance mirroring the gravity of his words. "I want to jog your memory regarding the marriage," he carried on, his voice filled with commanding presence. "Behave well, no matter what he tells you, you have to follow his instructions."

I kept my head down, using a submissive veil to block his intense stare. I silently debated whether to glance at my father, knowing it was not permitted, the battle raging within my mind.

"Am I having a conversation with myself?" His unexpected eruption startled me out of my daydream, causing me to recoil and hastily find a reply.

"Yes, I will," I stuttered, blending my words with a combination of apprehension and acceptance.

"Good". He waved his hand to dismiss me, conveying the finality of his command before I left.

*Back to the present*

I rested in my bed, with the moon shining its otherworldly light on my face. In the darkness, I whispered, "I hope he treats me well," feeling a spark of hope light up inside me, like a single flame in the night. I slowly fell asleep, as excitement mixed with doubt, creating a fabric of unfamiliar opportunities in the realm of my dreams.

*Next Day*

My father's furious pounding broke the peaceful morning, serving as a stark reminder of the harsh reality. "Get out of bed, you lazy bitch!" His words struck with the force of whips, cutting through the air accurately and full of venom. Shaking, I staggered to the door, my body revealing my terror.

As I bravely opened the door, his rage landed a brutal slap on my cheek, leaving a painful mark. His gaze traveled over my nightgown, and a malevolent grin curved his lips before he departed, leaving me shaking with a blend of fear and revulsion.

I looked away from the door and found comfort in the mirror, staring at my reflection with a blend of desire and self-hatred. "What is the reason for my father's disdain towards me?" I murmured softly, feeling the pain in my heart reflected in the depths of my gaze. "If Mom had not passed away..." The idea of killing her haunted me, lingering like a shadow with accusing whispers.

Even with my father's harsh treatment, I couldn't ignore the details on my face – fiery long red hair, doe eyes with a touch of sadness, a small button nose, and lips tinged with the hue of ripe cherries.

Still, while looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't get rid of the sense of not being good enough. "I despise my body," I sighed, running my fingers along the curves that decorated my silhouette. "I am not attractive... Will he approve of me?"

Recollections of my father's cruel remarks and the constant harassment reverberated in my thoughts, forming a chorus of meanness that jeopardised my self-esteem. I confessed my fear to the vacant room, feeling the heavy burden of uncertainty on me like a stifling blanket.

I dressed quickly with shaking hands, anxious to avoid his anger by fleeing before he came back. "I need to change before he returns and hurts me once more," I murmured, silently begging the universe for relief from the never-ending turmoil in my household.

******

"He is beautiful," I mumbled under my breath, captivated by his presence. Towering at 6'2, his long lashes, chiselled nose, and lips both firm and tender commanded my attention. My cheeks warmed with a rosy tint as I observed him, and a wave of shyness washed over me when our eyes met.

Mr Bianchi had instructed us to ascend the stairs for a private conversation, an opportunity to become acquainted.

Rising to my feet, I trailed behind him, my thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation. "I like him," I thought to myself, a flush spreading across my face.

So lost in thought was I that his sudden pivot caught me off guard.

My expression betrayed my nervousness and fear, prompting a look of annoyance from him. Confusion and sorrow mingled within me. When he reached out, I instinctively flinched.

His look of surprise and concern deepened my blush. "Does he care for me, or is it mere pretence?" I pondered.

Then, with a tenderness that took my breath away, he cradled my chin and traced my lips with his thumb. The intensity of my blushing matched the racing of my heart. "Is he thinking of kissing me?" I wondered.

In the quietude of the room above, Alessandro and I faced one another, an unspoken tension enveloping us like a gossamer thread. His eyes held a depth that seemed to pierce through to my very essence, searching, yet filled with a softness that sought to discover the secrets I held close.

Feeling his gaze, I became acutely aware of my imperfections, as if they were amplified. I wanted to hide away, to shield my vulnerabilities from his penetrating stare.

Yet, sensing my discomfort, Alessandro's demeanour shifted, his smile bringing a sense of calm that set my heart aflutter. His hand reached for mine, a simple touch that sparked a comforting warmth within me.

In that instant, the barriers around my heart began to dissolve, and I dared to hope for a connection born of true affection and mutual understanding.

We spoke tentatively at first, our conversation meandering like a babbling brook, sharing tales, aspirations, and apprehensions. With each passing moment, a bond seemed to form, a delicate link that drew our hearts closer in a shared vision of hope.

Time passed unnoticed as I was drawn deeper into Alessandro's world, his very presence a beacon that scattered the lingering doubts and fears that once haunted me.

And as the evening light faded, casting a warm amber glow around us, I realised that Alessandro represented more than just a future partner; he was a soulmate, a confidant with whom I could journey through life's storms, united by love and a shared dream of tomorrow.

"Capo, I beg you!" I promise, "Betraying you was never my intention!" The shaky man begged as I moved closer, a wicked smile forming on my face.

"You neglected to respond to my question, putta," I whispered aggressively, my voice filled with spite. "Where has my money gone?"

While he struggled to speak, I enjoyed his fright, taking pleasure in the control I had over him. "You were my loyal companion, but you deceived me." What was the reason for you stealing from me?" I cackled uncontrollably, enjoying the terror in his gaze.

"I really enjoy watching them shake with fear," I thought, relishing the moment.

Recognizing my mistake in being too relaxed, I signaled for one of my comrades to give me the lethal sledgehammer. "I've been too lenient with you," I snarled, my eyes icy and relentless.

I am offering you another opportunity. "By whom were you sent?" I insisted, pushing his fingers down on the table, the promise of harm lingering in the atmosphere.

"Should I shoot this bitch?" I sighed. I need my dick in my baby's pussy right now" I dreamed heavenly.

"Dovrei semplicemente sparare a questa ragazza? - Mi chiedo. Mi serve che il mio membro sia dentro la vagina di una ragazza adesso."

In a fit of anger, I swore, debating whether to kill the traitor immediately. However, I opted to make things more intriguing by targeting his knees instead of crushing his fingers, ensuring he would always have a limp when walking.

While the man screamed, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure. The noise of bones breaking from the impact reverberated against the walls, serving as a somber indication of the repercussions of disloyalty in my reality.

"Capo, I beg you to show mercy!" a man pleaded, his voice filled with agony and desperation.

However, I could not afford to show mercy as my power was being questioned. "Pietà"? I snickered, my eyes narrowing in concentration. "When you chose to steal from me, you had the opportunity for me to show mercy." I responded coldly

I signaled for my soldiers to pull him up, paying no attention to his screams of pain. I commanded in a cold tone for him to be taken to the basement. Allow him to reflect on his errors as he anticipates what lies ahead.

While they took him away, I allowed myself a brief moment of contentment. Another betrayer has been handled, sending yet another warning to those who dare defy me.

However, I was aware that the betrayal from one individual was just part of a bigger issue. In my reality, loyalty was scarce, and trust was a privilege only a few could have.

While observing the man vanish into the basement's darkness, I found myself pondering about who would be the next to challenge my leadership. However, I was sure of one thing, I would be prepared. And would not pity the person who tried to oppose me.

*********

*The maid walked into room*

"Your father is requesting your presence in his office," the maid whispered softly, pausing near the entrance.

I lifted my gaze from the papers spread out on my desk, his face revealing no emotions. I responded calmly, saying I would arrive after I freshened up.

*The maid leaves the room.*

*After five minutes*

I faced the mirror, seeing a combination of resolve and unease in his reflection. While he fixed his messy hair and straightened his shirt cuffs, he couldn't stop thinking about what he would face in his dad's office.

The burden of responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders, but I was determined not to display it. After making sure I looked presentable in the mirror, he squared his shoulders and headed off to face whatever obstacles awaited him.

Walks into his father's workplace.

"Dad, I'm here" I said, sitting down in one of his fancy chairs, feeling the burden of responsibility weighing heavily on me.

"Did you manage to extract any details from the scoundrel?" Father angrily demanded, his voice full of irritation and annoyance.

I let out a sigh, sensing the heaviness of the situation bearing down on me. Reluctantly, I confessed that he is choosing not to speak, as I sense a desire to do so but he is guarding something or someone.

I let out a sigh. "I should reluctantly admit that it doesn't make any sense. It seems that he wants to do it but he is defending something or someone".

I left my father's home for a little drive then went straight to Alessandra's home.

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ALESSANDRA POV

"Why is he here again?" I thought while eating and scrolling on my phone.

I heard some muffled sounds download and wondered what my father and him were talking about. Some few minutes later, I heard the date open and a car moving away.

"He didn't even ask of me." I thought, feeling sad.

My father opened my room door and locked it behind him. He immediately sat on my bed staring at me. The way he looked at me got me confused and I wasn't sure if I was imagining it. I didn't like that look.

"Come here my dear", He said stretching out his hand for my to hold.

When I did that he immediately pulled me on his lap. He then adjusted, sniffing my neck and kissed me. I was so disgusted and tried to stand but he did something that made me froze. He touched my breasts.

"Please stop father. I do not like it. Please stop. Please." I begged.

Instead, he told me to stand up. I wasted no time in leaving where he was. I was caught off guard when he pushed me on the bed and tore my clothes.

He used my turn cloth to tie my mouth. I was crying so hard.

He let it out and put it inbetween my thigh. His moans were a nightmare to my ears. He sucked my breasts while still go on and on. I was so scared and thankful he didn't go all in.

When he was done, he kissed me on the lips and left my room. I cried so hard.

But thankfully, twas all a dream.

I stared at her, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I admit to being intrigued, speaking in a low murmur. I anticipated a boring event, but you have turned out to be a pleasant surprise in the midst of the dullness.

He moved nearer, his gaze fixed on her face, capturing every detail of her response. "And your nose", he chuckled gently, "it definitely adds to your charm, right?"

I formally introduced myself as Bianchi Alessandro; I enjoyed seeing the flicker of surprise that appeared on her face. I smugly remarked, "I want to make it clear that I am not available for a future relationship, as I am already committed."

I stopped speaking, creating a deliberate quiet moment, observing her reaction to what he had just said. "Clinginess, though", he continued, his tone filled with disgust, "is not something I can tolerate. I was meant for someone else, but still..."

My voice faded away, leaving the suggestion lingering in the atmosphere. I watched her closely, feeling satisfied when I saw the disappointed expression on her face. "When she looks sad, she is even more charming," I thought, with a calculating sparkle in my eye.

But despite my confident demeanour, a small bit of uncertainty started to sneak in. I thought the material of her dress was quite unattractive, managing to hold back a shiver of disgust. I became intrigued when she pulled back in response to his attempt to touch her. "What caused the recoil?" I pondered, my curiosity now completely sparked.

******

As I struggled with the choice of whether to disclose my actual occupation, contradictory feelings rose up inside of me. The thought of revealing my secret activities to her caused a flood of fear and uncertainty. What if she reacted in terror or even ran away after discovering my real self?

However, a sudden moment of understanding broke through the haze of doubt. A surge of realisation flooded through me, bringing with it a fresh feeling of disconnection. "What is the reason for my concern?" I laughed quietly, surprised by my own nervousness. It felt like a sudden change had occurred, freeing me from traditional worries.

Looking at her, I was entranced by the bewilderment visible on her face. However, hidden behind a mask of purity, I perceived an underlying capability, a characteristic that connected with a primal aspect of myself.

With a slight smile on my face, I couldn't resist admiring her, from the way she carried herself to the subtle details of her mannerisms. "I pondered that she would make a better sub for me than Gabby, with a hint of excitement running through me." The idea of a new victory, an exciting test, called to me like a siren's song.

As I went further into understanding her complicated personality, I experienced a sense of excitement and a desire to solve the mystery in front of me. In that instant, surrounded by a complicated mix of longing and lies, I felt an irresistible pull towards her.

As we entered the cosy space of the bedroom, a noticeable tension filled the room, heavy with excitement and wonder. I gestured for her to sit on the bed as I settled on the couch, our eyes meeting in a wordless exchange of curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, I began to unveil the truth of my identity.

"I'm the CEO of B.A. Real Estate Companies. And I own them in 5 different countries and I also own clubs too," I said.

However, as the words left my lips, I couldn't help but notice the perplexed expression etched upon her features, her brow furrowed in confusion.

A sudden realisation dawned upon me, shattering the illusion of familiarity. "You don't know any of the places I just mentioned," I exclaimed, a mixture of shock and disbelief colouring my tone.

Her admission was met with a stunned silence, punctuated only by the soft sound of her fingers nervously intertwining. I watched as she averted her gaze, a veil of uncertainty descending upon her.

"Urgh," I groaned, a sense of resignation washing over me. Despite the initial jolt of surprise, a strange sense of relief settled within me. The revelation that she was unaware of my prestigious affiliations offered a rare moment of authenticity amidst the elaborate facade of social pretence.

And as I gazed upon her, head bowed in a mixture of embarrassment. I couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of connection, unburdened by the weight of expectations and assumptions.

Saying goodbye to Mr Ivanov and his daughter, I couldn't ignore the unease I felt around him. Despite his cheerful demeanour, there was a certain quality about him that felt out of place, although I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

I prepared myself for my father's unavoidable question by turning to him. "What was it like?" he inquired, his curiosity apparent in his voice.

"I answered tactfully that everything went smoothly." "I enjoyed our pleasant chat, and she appears to be a friendly individual."

My father's smile grew bigger as he continued questioning. "Any news on Gabby?" he asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I suddenly realized and berated myself internally for my forgetfulness. "I must admit I completely forgot about Gabby," I confessed, feeling a twinge of guilt for unintentionally neglecting her.

I acknowledged the oversight with a nod filled with thought. "I can't simply abandon her," I confessed, deciding to confront the situation with compassion and comprehension. Even though I was tempted by the new friend, I chose to continue treating Gabby with respect and kindness, favoring a peaceful approach over creating any unnecessary tension or disagreement.

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ALESSANDRA

While I heard him speak, a feeling of confusion came over me. "What is the topic of his conversation?" I pondered, furrowing my brow in focused thought.

Seeing him, I was surprised. Where I thought there would be stress, he appeared calmly relieved, which was very different from my confusion.

He released a quiet breath, followed by a mysterious comment that increased my confusion. "It's fortunate you are unaware." "I prefer demonstrating instead of explaining," he stated with a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

My cheeks were flushed with warmth, and I was surrounded by a comforting feeling that I couldn't quite explain. "I confess to myself, I feel secure with him," I murmured, a slight smile appearing on my face.

"Are you paying attention?" "Alessandro inquired."

I was taken by surprise by his question and blinked, feeling disoriented by the sudden change. "Oh... yes, I am." *cough* "Continue," I stated, my voice polite but with a hint of embarrassment.

***AT HOME***

Seeing my father's joyful smile made me yearn to be the reason behind his happiness. "I desire to be the reason for his smile," I murmured quietly, the words tinged with a touch of sorrow.

Before I could ponder more, my father's enthusiastic voice interrupted my thoughts. "Everything went flawlessly," he exclaimed, eagerly turning towards me.

I wavered, uncertain if I should reveal the truth about Alessandro's romantic involvements. "It was successful. He was extremely kind. However... My voice faded away as I struggled between being loyal to my father and wanting to protect him from disappointment. The hidden truth weighed down the atmosphere, desperate to be exposed.

"But what will happen next?" Anger filled his voice, with veins visibly bulging on his forehead.

"What happened?" His loud roar reverberated while his fingers mercilessly gripped my hair.

"I pray you didn't do anything foolish because I promise I will turn your life into a nightmare in this house," he said with malice.

I had experienced his rage before, but this instance made me shiver. I trembled in fear as my body couldn't find safety from his anger.

Unstoppable tears ran down my face.

"I fabricated that he desires a quick marriage with me and believes I'll provide him with a good child," I said, eager to calm his anger.

I was surprised by how quickly his anger transformed into joy all of a sudden. I was truly scared.

I realize that you must have already offered your body to him for him to desire you so effortlessly seeing as... he stopped talking and glanced at my body, licking his lips.

It caused my body to shake in a manner that I recognized as unhealthy. How can he give me such a repulsive stare?

"Is it normal for fathers to do that to their own daughter?" I thought while still looking at him as he gave me the creeps.