The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

The door to the cell slammed shut the moment my body hit the floor, pain erupting all over me.

This was the second time I had hit the door forcefully, and my body did not like it.

I tried to push up to my feet but the pain was too strong, pulling me back to the ground.

A low groan escaped my lips as I struggled to get up. The guards watched me struggle with amusement written on their faces

I knew they were enjoying this. They enjoyed battering me up for their enjoyment and it sickened me.

"Don't you know how to treat a woman?" I hissed at the guard who had pushed me, my eyes glaring hard at him.

I had given up on my struggle to pick myself up from the ground, it was no use. I would only fall back if I attempted to do

that once more.

His dark eyes fell on and he remained silent, his eyes holding so much animosity

Turning around, he walked away without giving me a second glance. The door to the basement banged shut making me flinch.

I waited a few moments after he had left, listening in case anyone came back down

I wasn't certain if there was someone else down here or if it was just me, but I couldn't let anyone see me.

I waited for a few moments for the pain in my body to subside before I pushed to my feet, rushing to the gates as I touched the lock to see what kind it was.

A skill I had picked up while growing up was picking locks because my father had the habit of locking me up.

He would do that and then forget me in there for days: I had to learn how to escape because that was what he wanted of me.

I had no plans to stay here any longer than I should because if I did, 1 might end up dead the next time.

I was going to get the hell out of here. And fuck Phillip and everyone else here if they expectedune to just sit still

What kind of life do I have to live?

First, my father treated me however he wanted, then I almost got married to someone as terrible as Chris, and then Silas kidnapped me.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just when I thought just because he hadn't hurt me yet I was going to be alright. I mean, what's a little bullying from people that I can't handle? And then this happened.

Do I have to constantly live in fear with no idea what would happen to me next?

I could be sleeping and someone comes in to suffocate me.

I'm never going to be accepted anywhere but I don't need anyone to survive. I just wanted people to stop doing things that would affect me greatly.

I needed to stop paying prices for other people's sins.

I was going to make sure I stopped living this kind of life, but I was going to start with escaping from here first.

Pulling out the pin in my hair, I positioned it into the lock, trying my best to pick it up.

It wasn't the usual lock that was seen already, but it was merely a matter of seconds until it opened.

The basement door pulled open and I instantly pushed up from where I was, rushing to the back of the cell.

I couldn't make them suspicious of what I was doing, it would destroy everything I would have done.

Sitting in a commer, I placed my head in between my knees as I waited for who was coming down.

I had to act like I had been in this position since I was thrown in here.

Phillip came into sight a few moments later, a stoic look on his face.

"Are you ready to confess now? You would save yourself a whole lot of pain if you do so,"

"There's nothing to confess about because I didn't do it, Thissed, pushing up from where I sat.

Why was he so fixated on pushing the blame on me when the real culprit was roaming around the house!

"Why are you so convinced that I had done it? Because Silas had slept in my room?" I asked, fighting the anger that was truly coursing through me.

Heat rose in my chest, burning its way up my throat. My hands trembled with the effort it took to keep them at my sides. My teeth clenched, grinding together, desperate to hold back the words that were fighting to escape."

Giving in to my anger at this moment was going to do me more harm than good; I needed to keep a leveled head if I wanted

to escape.

"So you finally agreed that Silas had been in your room last night. Now the question is why was he there? He wouldn't just take himself to your room when he was delirious with a fever. Everything points at you, every piece of evidence and logic so the sooner you confess the better it would be for you."

This seemed to be the most I had heard Phillip say all at once.

My mouth opened and closed in disbelief at his words. All evidence pointed at me?

They didn't even have one, except for the fact that Silas had slept in my room.

They were just making baseless accusations and he was thinking like a bitch right now.

I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who had poisoned Silas but now you're trying to pin the blame on me. Your le assassination plan didn't work, and you decided to use it to get rid of me. Who knows? You might be coveting the osition of leader and tried to get rid of Silas while he was weak,

Jy words seemed to hit a nerve because he slammed his fist on the bars, his nose flaring.

see you have no use for that tongue of yours. If nonsense is all you'd say, then there's no need for you to keep it." Phillip ared hard at me, breathing heavily.

his was the first time I had seen him lose his cool. He always had a stoic expression on his face, and right now, this terrified

m not a traitor and I don't have the blood of a traitor running through my veins," His words were like a jab to me because 1 ew it had to do with something Marcos had done.

Jasn't going to let his words or anger stop me from saying what I had to say.

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