Fierce Love: Arranged Bride of the Mafia Don

“I dont want to.”

“Enough with the fucking drama Elena, do as I say! You are my wife, all these household chores are your fucking job!” I did not speak a word and looked at Xander who just stood there quite surprised when I sighed, my breath shaky.

When I was married Xander, my mother-in-law gave me tips to impress him, one of which was learning culinary skills of savory light foods because my husband couldn’t tolerate spice.

With time I eventually had to cook not only for my husband but also for the mafia delegates that came for an important deal to impress them as ordered by Xander no matter how sick I was.

But today I knew he wanted me to cook for Diana for he had marked the calendar for her birthday.

She was the princess while I was the one who should serve her.

“Xander, since all I to you is a bed warmer who should obey you, I will listen to your commands this time too.” Xander’s eyes widened as his movements froze when I said it.

“Elena…” There was nothing to listen to in our relationship.

At that moment he was a stranger whom I just had to obey and not my husband with whom I can complain and argue but also can communicate.

“Elena, wait.”

“Since you have blocked my number, please email me if you need anything.” When he stood there stunned with the indifference in my voice, I closed the door and went out.

I opened my phone trying hard to not let it get to me but when I saw hundreds of calls initiated from my side and most of them either rejected or missed by Xander, a miserable laugh left my lips.

This would be my last cooked meal for him.

It was already late when I received a call from an unknown number, for Xander earlier tried calling me multiple times only for the calls to directly go to the voicemail.

"Elena! Where are you?! Why weren’t you picking up?” He sounded almost as if he cared if I lived or died.

I was collecting the divorce papers from my personal attorney who sought them quickly.

“I am at the headquarters; do you need anything?”

My question was answered with a pause as if Xander found it difficult to believe that I wasn’t happy to receive his call and just thought that he would only call when there was a need.

“I just…. wanted to thank you for the meal, it is as delicious as ever.” Xander gently said.

"Yes Elena, I am so sorry that I could not recognize you that day on the phone, but you will not hold a grudge, right? Also, the food you prepare is just heavenly, but I am so childish that I don’t even know how to lift a spoon, my parents never let me work in the kitchen.”

I smiled a little before realizing that this was the kind of person Xander deserved- someone who could look kind on the surface yet was malicious and cunning from within.

Just like him.

“Elena, how about you come to the dinner and join me and Xander.” She called his name so intimately that it looked like she was his wife and I, an outsider.

“There is a lot of work to do, let her do it. If she comes here it will only waste our time..” Xander spoke sternly and hung up without waiting for a reply.

A few minutes later I received a message making me smile through tears.

[If you want to come so desperately then do come but don’t make a scene here.]

When I entered the large diner, it was exquisitely decorated without a single guest other than Xander and Diana. My husband was holding Diana’s palm gently as she smiled at him shyly.

The moment Xander saw me, he scowled, his mood deteriorating as I went up to their table. The way he had sent such an insulting message he didn’t expect me to come.

“You are really here to spoil my mood." Xander snapped, his irritation reflecting as I broke their sweet moment.

"Elena!" Diana instead put her hand out for a handshake without standing up to greet me. Xander's eyes narrowed at me, and I could feel the tension rise in the room as he expected me to smack off Diana’s hand.

Instead,I slowly shook her hand, indifferent to anything that I saw.

I took out the divorce papers and opened the column where Xander’s signature was needed, since he wished to get rid of me, he would be done with it quickly without asking questions or even going as far as to spare a glance at its contents.

"Xander, the French mafia has agreed to cooperate, I just need your signatures.”

The slow opera in the background did not soothe my nerves as I saw him scribbling down the signature. It was a romantic atmosphere all around, yet my eyes stayed glued to Xander as I saw him keeping down his pen after the signature was done.

Just as I was about to take the letter back, Xander's hand shot out, grabbing mine. His expression shifted, brow furrowing as he stared at my hand.

“Thankyou” My expression must have been one of elation thus Xander could not help but clutch my arm and look at me closely.

“After so many days you smile because of this deal?”

“Elena, here take a seat.” Uncomfortable with the atmosphere and watching Xander holding my burned arm from cooking today, Diana offered sweetly only for me to refuse.

“You..you were here just for this?” I nodded, making Xander’s face darken. When his pressure became too much, I flinched, making him leave my arm like he had been burned.

He just realized that there was a wound from when I fell, and it opened due to the force he applied.

“Elena...”

“It’s alright just a scratch.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Diana’s face did not look good as she saw Xander looking at me with concern.

"Hey Elena! Your diamond ring is so beautiful, it’s a couple’s ring, right?

Where did you buy it from? Actually, I really loved this couple ring, but Xandr disliked it and even threw his own away, thus I am thinking of buying another one for him."

It was the wedding ring that we exchanged and Xander realizing how much I have always cherished our marriage quickly pulled his hand down preventing me from watching that his fingers were empty and he had thrown it away, but I pretended not to notice.