I married the mafia boss to escape my abusive ex-husband

“I’ll do everything to drag you with me. I'll let you taste how it feels to be left alone. I'll let you suffer the pain I have felt! Remember that!’’ I was catching my breath as I held my neck, I am now watching him walking away from me.

As he left in front of me. I rush in front of a mirror and check myself. My tears are streaming down my face. The pain he caused earlier was bearable compared to the pain that feels like a dagger stab in my chest.

It’s been five years since we got married. And yes, just because of that fixed marriage to save my family's company and become debt free. My life also became miserable as I turned into his hostage and a pawn of his own twisted game.

“Fix yourself, I don't want you to face my guest with an ugly face!” For the last time he slammed the door shut. I stood there, shrugged my shoulders, and felt lifeless, and asked myself why would I suffer this kind of fate that I never wanted too?

After a minute, I decided to go downstairs to meet his guest. I roamed my eyes, and there I could hear their laughters, their light conversation, and even the click of their glasses that sounded like victory. Every step that I took in the stairs kept my heart heavier, it felt like I was gasping for air and the crowd around me made me suffocate.

Then, his gray eyes lingered on me for the moment when he saw me. A cold and sharp eyes that I couldn't dare to look at.

“Why did you take so long?” He held my arms tightly, as he whispered to me. I just bit my lower lips and his fingers felt like they pierced through my skin.

Today is the Chavez company’s celebration and a partnership between the Hernandez Family, one of the richest in the country who is also good at dirty games. I really don't know how they became partners, when they were rivals before. I know in myself that they were just doing this for a sort of business, but deep inside of them, they are screaming hatred for each other. Wearing a mask to disguise themselves.

I really don't know why I am here. In fact, we are not truly married for love. We are married just because of a condition; in short, I’m his slave whenever he wants someone to satisfy his lust, but even though our setup is like this, I learned to love him, to obey him, and sometimes he became my safest place, but that was back then, before Xandra came back.

I just strengthened my back and flashed a forced smile in my lips. I didn’t complain,I am used to this drama. I stand there like a puppet and waiting for his next command.

“Mr. Chavez, congratulations! And to your beautiful wife. You must be lucky to have him, right Mrs. Chavez?’’ His words got stuck in my throat, it is hard to swallow. The weight of the word wife sank in my chest. These five years with him feels like I was already buried 6 feet on the ground because of his cruelty. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear.

“Don't make a scene if you don’t want to be punished.’’ Kenneth tightened his grip on my waist.

“y-yeah, Absolutely!’’ I smiled, but inside I wanted to be totally free from him. I stay away from him a little and grab a glass of champagne near me. When I was about to take a sip, I Caught by my eyes a woman entering the hall. The champagne became bitter in my mouth and I had a hard time to shallow it ‘cause it felt like burning down my throat.

“That woman is getting on my nerves,” I’m not surprised if I saw Xandra here. To be honest, when I saw that beautiful woman walking through the red carpet. I feel suddenly jealous, because all of our guests are staring at her. Her poised and the way she carries herself, no wonder why she gets that kind of attention.

After that, Xandra’s eyes landed on me. She glared at me like I am the most hideous face in this world.

I just stayed quite there beside, controlling my bad temper, but suddenly she walked near me and bumped into my shoulder, before slipping, crashing to the floor, and gasping. Heads turned around, and suddenly all their eyes were on us. Including Kenneth's eyes.

His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and burning in rage. Then, I just found him running on her side. “Xandra! Are you okay?” he asked, full of panic as he saw her in tears.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightened as I forced myself to stay calm. Just breathe. I told myself it wasn't my fault.

“She pushed me,” a devil and dramatic words escaped from her mouth. She plays like she was the victim here.

“What did you do?” he snapped at me, his voice trembling with rage. “Did you know, she is so weak?” His eyes are full of worry for her.

I just stand there barely to cry. I was stunned and hurt. I was about to speak to myself, but suddenly his phone rang.

He hesitated, then answered.

And his face paled.

He stood up slowly, his expression blank and unreadable. “We need to go,” he said, his voice cold.

“Everyone, this party is over!” he shouted!

I stepped toward him, thinking, and hoping that I was the one he’d turn to. But instead, he walked past me and gently lifted Xandra into his arms.

And just like that, I realized the truth.

It was her all along, even though I was here right beside him.

“We’re not yet over!”