Daughter of the Mafia's Consigliere

MARIANNE.

I tried to look for Ricardo around the hotel but I couldn't find him. Since he didn't sleep at this hotel last night, does that mean that he went somewhere else? But he was the one who called me downstairs so where the fuck did he go to? He is just so unbelievable! How could he bring Oliver here without my consent? How does he expect him to feel? I know Oliver is faking the smiles and deep down, he is very hurt. I would feel worse if I were in his shoes, it would have been better if I had contacted him first and explained everything to him myself.

I decided to go back to my lodge and get my phone so I could call the scum, he better pick the call!

I barged into my lodge and was surprised to see Ricardo sitting on one of the couches with his legs crossed on his desk while smoking a roll of weed.

When did he get here?!

His eyes were on his laptop and I had a sneak peek of what he was doing. He was on a video call with Kathy and the bitch was busy masturbating herself, my anger grew worse!

"Ricardo!!!" I yelled his name breathing heavily and he swiftly turned to face me.

"Yah! I'm your husband so you should call my name with respect and don't yell at me like that!" He yelled back and I churned my teeth feeling so infuriated.

"Husband my foot! You don't even act anything close to being a husband, you're just an annoying douchebag!" I spat and he smirked.

"Enough! What's the problem?" He switched his attention to me as he ended his call with Kathy.

"Why did you contact Oliver without my consent? Why did you reach out to him without telling me first? Why did you bring him here without letting me know first?!" I asked, trying to calm my nerves so it didn't look like I was raising my voice at him again.

"I don't understand, is this not what you wanted? I expect you both to be having a teary reunion, didn't you want to see him or isn't he your boyfriend anymore? According to our agreement, I promised to bring Oliver to you so why this reaction?" He asked me and I ruffled my hair.

"You should have informed me first! I should be the one to contact him first and then explain things to him by myself. How do you fucking expect him to feel? I wonder what you must have told him because there is no way a scum like you would have spoken to him in a kind and understanding manner."

"That's none of my business, I just did the needful. By the way, your boyfriend is the understanding type, he must trust you a lot." Ricardo said with an annoying chuckle and I balled my fist tightly.

"So this is how badly you want the open marriage to work out so you can continue your filthy relationship with that Kathy of a girl? It seems you're forcing it on me, you should allow me to handle things that concern me in my own way. How did you want me to face him? How would I explain that I'm here on..."

"Enough of the long talk, I've taken care of that, I fed him with enough lies and he looks like the type that can easily be deceived so it wasn't hard at all. It's been a month since you saw him last, don't you miss him or you're the unfaithful type of girlfriend?"

"Stop saying nonsense! Stop spitting nonsense!"

"Just go meet him and spend enough time with him, you both should have fun and make it your honeymoon. Having you around is a huge problem because you're like a pain in the ass!" Ricardo said as he puffed out smoke from his roll of weed.

"All this doesn't make sense at all! How can we both be seeing someone differently in secret when we are both married? For how long do we have to keep doing this? You're not even making any effort in trying to make things work out at least even though you're nothing but a scum!"

Ricardo suddenly stands up and then bursts out a loud derisive laughter.

What's funny? He shouldn't get me wrong, I can't even think of putting up or trying to align things with a jerk like him.

"I think I should let you know, I had a wonderful night with Kathy last night in case you might have been worried about me.

I'm not making any effort in making things work out with a bitch like you? That can only happen in your imagination, you shouldn't even dream of such! It's actually very funny for you to think like that or are you slowly beginning to fall for my charms? If that's the case, you should be ashamed of yourself." Ricardo said proudly and I scoffed.

"You think you're all that or you think I'm like other girls who would melt at the sight of you? I'm not even moved at all and you're not even hot or handsome like you think you are, you're not even close to being sexy so cut the crap!" I fired at him and he let out a stifled laughter.

He suddenly closed up the space between us and stared directly into my eyes. I looked away immediately because I hated looking into his eyes. They looked so beguiling and I hate to admit that.

I wanted to push him away because we were too close but I didn't know the reason why I was holding back.

He puffed smoke on my face, I felt cold shivers and began coughing and the stench smell of smoke hit my nose.

"You know I'm holding back for one reason, no one dares speak to me or raise their voice at me." He whispered in my ears and I gulped.

He traced my hairline with his fingers and I could feel my heart racing, was I nervous or scared because we were too close?

Why am I still allowing him to touch me? I feel so weak all of a sudden, my confidence and morale to push him away and yell at him disappeared.

"This should be the last time I'm warning you, Marianne!" Ricardo suddenly shouted at me and I flinched.

I felt something cold at the side of my head, my heart jumped when I saw Ricardo was actually pointing a gun at me. I wanted to scream out but I suddenly lost my voice and my blood pressure increased. How could he think of pulling a bullet into my head? How could he even dare point a gun at me?

"You shouldn't yell, raise your voice or cuss at me, don't try such next time. The fact that we had a stupid marriage doesn't make you important or whatsoever. You're nothing but a random hopeless girl who's got no choice but to accept anything that comes her way so know your limit! I'm not nice and I can do the unexpected if you cross the line. Maybe you want me to start treating you like a slave, you know what becomes of you once that happens? No one will come to your aid and even your mother wouldn't be able to save you because she doesn't even give a fuck about your existence. Know your place and don't make me lose my cool!" He warned me with a serious expression.

I gulped so hard as every spoken word sank into my heart! That was so mean, especially using the senseless act of my mother to insult me.

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He stepped away from me and went to pour himself a drink.

I just stood on a spot while staring at the devil's son right in front of him, my hatred for him just doubled.

He is rude, proud, mean, harsh, insensitive, cold-hearted, just name it! I don't think he has any emotions, he is no different from Giovanni.

"Let me also remind you that our relationship won't go beyond this way, I hope we never get along!"

I don't know why I felt so heartbroken by every statement he uttered.

"I understand where all these are coming from, you want me to shudder and shiver in your presence, you want me to feel intimidated, you want me to worship you right?

I'm sorry to disappoint you because that's never going to happen, you can't kill me after all. You can do anything other than to obey the orders of your father, you literally can't handle anything without him!

You are scared of your dad and you feel intimidated by him most times, you want me to be treated in the same manner but I'm not a pushover like you!" I fired at him, I knew I went overboard by mentioning his father but I was ready for the worst.

One thing I know is that he can never kill me, he can't even make use of his gun because we are at a hotel.

"Marianne!!! How dare you!" He screamed madly at me as he threw the glass cup he was holding.

I swiftly dodged it and it crashed into the wall.

"Get out this minute! Leave immediately!" He screamed at me and I rolled my eyes before storming out.

I didn't return to Oliver, I didn't want to face him with my current mood, I wasn't feeling like talking to him at all. I just went to the general lobby to cool my head off.

Putting up with a vermin like Ricardo is one of the most difficult things to do.

Sometimes, you feel like ripping his mouth off but you just can't!

Today is the second day of our marriage and we are already fighting like sworn enemies.

I didn't return back to the room nor did I go to see Oliver till it was night.

I wasn't just in the mood to talk to him at all, I understand how excited and happy he was but it would look somehow if I wasn't returning the same energy.

I'm sure he lodged in another room in this same hotel. He must have been waiting for me to show up but I didn't.

I feel so guilty, Oliver is a good guy and doesn't deserve a lady like me whose life is a complete mess. I don't want him to be caught up with things or the Mafia world, I don't want him to get into trouble.

I returned back to the room and found the room empty. That's actually a relief because I have no strength to face Ricardo's madness.

He shouldn't even return back like he did last night, maybe he went to spend time with his mistress like he did last night.

He is so unbelievable! I was just wondering why he disappeared last night when he was busy having a nice time with Kathy. How does Kathy even manage to tolerate a nutcase like Ricardo?

As I looked around the room, I noticed Ricardo already turned it upside down.

The large mirror was broken and the couch was thrown at different corners, even ashes from the weed and cigarettes he smoked were scattered on the table.

The bottle of wine he was drinking from was also broken, what the hell!!!

"Does he usually destroys things to calm his nerves?"

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**The next morning.**

"Why did you disappear like that yesterday? Were you too shocked that I showed up?" Oliver asked me and I faked a smile.

We were having a proper breakfast this time around.

"Yes I was and I felt really guilty,"

"I've told you already that you don't have to, I understand that you had no choice and you were considerate enough not to tell me anything about it because you didn't want to hurt my feelings. You know I believe and trust you right?" Oliver said with a broad smile as he held my hands that were on the table.

I only sighed, I guess he has no idea of what I'm about to hit him with right now.

"I have something to tell you," I muttered as I disengaged my hands from his hold.

I thought so hard about it last night and it's only right that I make the best decision.

"Go ahead, I'm sure you have a lot of things to tell me right?" He asked with a chuckle and I bit my lower lips.

"Let's break up,"