Mafia Betrayal: The Price of an Arranged Marriage

Sophia's POV

I took a deep breath, and asked in disbelief, "Surveillance? Show it to me then. Nobody has a right to tarnish my daughter's image."

He lowered the gun, his eyes were still fixed at me. The air was heavy, and the tension of the unsaid threat was floating. The next moment he tapped a few times on the phone.

A video began to play on the screen. The footage was a little bit blurry, captured by one of the house cameras.

On the screen, a small figure was moving. There was a crimson-coloured dress that grabbed my attention. It was the same dress which Angelina was wearing on her last day.

A small figure, the same petite as Angelina, was on the screen. She was even wearing a matching hat and moved into a bedroom.

The next moment she walked to the vanity, pulled out a bottle of liquid from her bag and poured that into a skincare product.

I shook my head as a cold laugh escaped my lips. Impossible. That wasn't my daughter, but then who was it?

The footage abruptly ended there. Meanwhile, I glanced at the timestamp. It was two days ago. Angelina had already been cremated by then.

The thought was enough to create a feeling of havoc in my mind. Afterwards, a cold laughter escaped my lips as tears were making their way out.

At that moment, Katherine stepped forward and decided to intervene, "Sophia, I just want to know why Angelina did this. It's not too late to teach her a lesson. She should not do such horrible things."

That overly sweet voice and fake concern ignited a fire in my mind. Before saying anything, I spat on Katherine's face which was full of red masks and rashes.

"Don't dare to blame my daughter, Katherine. You don't even know who the girl in that video is and here, you are busy framing Angelina. Do you want the title of Mrs Williams that bad?"

Seeing that, Lucas's body trembled with rage. His eyes darkened, and in a blink of an eye, he exploded. He kicked me hard in my lower abdomen.

I screamed, my body folded in on itself and my grip on the urn loosened up. Within seconds, the lid popped off, and Angelina's ashes scattered across the floor like water.

My mind froze as I saw the sight. There was no pain and anger left now but the realisation that my daughter was scattered on that dirty floor made it worse.

Before I could react, there was a sharp knock on the door. Lucas's assistant Antonio entered.

"Boss," he said, his voice urgent. "We brought him here."

Lucas shot a sharp glance to Antonio, his anger momentarily diverted. He turned, gesturing for him to continue.

"The bastard is the part of that rival group who had attacked your mother five years back," Antonio added further. "He is outside. Should we bring him in?"

I was stunned. Five years back, when Delia was attacked, it was my mother who rescued her. Not only was that man ill my mother that day but might be the reason for my daughter's death.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't know when a man who was covered with bruises stood in front of me.

"Boss," the man mumbled. "It was a mistake. I didn't mean to–"

"Shut up!" Lucas walked, putting the gun inside that man's mouth. He was no longer my cold husband but the head of the William Mafia Family, the most feared man in the city.

"You think you can threaten my family and live," Lucas said through his gritted teeth and then punched and kicked him harshly.

Afterwards, he ordered Antonio to take him back to the warehouse.

I was terrified. As my eyes were lingering on the ashes on the floor. Lucas walked on it.

Then a scream left my mouth. The sound echoed in the whole hallway.

Ignoring the cruel gaze of my husband, I knelt and tried to collect those ashes.

"Now?" Lucas's eyes locked onto mine. "Where's Angelina?"

Before I could make another move, two bodyguards grabbed me. They lifted me, dragging my feet uselessly. Still, my eyes were fixed on the ashes.

I tried to speak twice but no words came out of my mouth. It seemed as if I was underwater, drowning in grief.

The next moment, Lucas stepped forward and asked me again, "Where's Angelina? I'm giving you one last chance."

I wasn't able to say anything. My eyes were still fixed on the ashes on the floor. It was my daughter.

"Fine!" He exclaimed, his anger intensifying. "You like ruining people's lives?"

Then he gestured through his fingers. His men understood and handed him a bottle of medical alcohol.

Without warning, he poured it on the ground and mixed it with Angelina's ashes till the time it turned into a muddy paste.

The next moment, he scooped the paste into his hands and put it on my face. As I was allergic to alcohol, the pain was unbearable.

I screamed as the liquid stung her skin. My tears were uncontrollable. Still, Lucas continued to rub the paste on my face.

"Do you like it? Want more beauty treatment? Speak!"

His words were cold and merciless. Despite his words, I could feel pain. My face burnt, and the pain was increasing every second. So, I shouted at the top of my lungs.

A loud sound echoed in the room as Lucas slapped hard across my cheek.

"You want a divorce?" He pulled me, leaning at my side. "Fine! You will get one. But you will never see Angelina again."

Afterwards, he wiped his hands from his men's jacket, then pulled out his phone and said, "Get the lawyers on the line. Ask him to draft the divorce papers. Custody of Angelina will be with me."

On the other hand, a voice echoed, "Mr Williams…Angelina's already gone. She..she died. The reason is a motorcycle accident. It was the same night when you and Mrs Katherine were at dinner. The burial…is today."