Prologue: Welcome Home
The wedding band that was on my left finger was making me nervous.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder, what I ever did to deserve this.. Whatever bad I had done in the past, to face something like this in the present.
The dress that I wore at the moment, was not giving me peace at all, it was showing me to whom I belonged.
My long curly hair fell over my shoulders, the smell of it giving me some sort of peace, but it wasn’t something I was wishing for.
The thing I was hoping for, was not possible.. not ever...
″You could wear a body bag and you’d still look good″ The voice said making all the shivers run down my spine. I could not look into his eyes...
″Look up!″ He suddenly barked out making me jump at the sound of his voice.
″When I say something, you say something back out of respect do you hear me, wife?″
I nodded slowly out of fear, fear of what he would do to me...
“I want words, speak!” He barked again making me wince.
“Yes,” I whispered.
...
“Good”
“Come downstairs, my mother is waiting for you,” he said in his authoritative voice.
I nodded slowly, before making my way over to the vanity. I slowly started applying the makeup I decided to put on for today, before looking over my shoulder to see him still standing there.
“W-What is it?”
“Nothing, I will meet you downstairs, be ready.”
I said nothing and just continued applying my makeup. I was not myself, I never was whenever I was around him.
The fear that was always consuming my body, didn’t go unnoticed.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the dress that I was wearing, was something his mother gifted as a present to me for marrying her son. I wasn’t planning to wear this buthepractically forced me to do so, because it would look great on me.
The dress was not very long, it reached my knee and had a purple color to it, that complemented my skin in the richest way possible, That is what she said to me the day she gifted me this dress. The back was a little bit open and the front hugged my curves perfectly. I had to say the dress was a perfect one.
But to wear it tonight was something I was not wishing for.
I hated it.
Today marks the day I have been one year married to Armando Julius Esposito.
The Leader mobster of the Esposito family.
