Alessandra

When running through a maze, you expect a bunch of twists and turns and a few obstacles here and there.

But this fucking house has so many doors and none of them are open. I swear I'll pop the stupid key-keeper when I see him.

I bang on every single door shouting Mia's name into the atmosphere-not caring whether I wake up a bunch of gang members or not.

Sprinting down the majestic spiral staircase, my right hand is clasped onto the golden railing, while my left hand simultaneously lifts my dress up my ankles whilst sprinting and running my fingers through my messy brown hair.

Spotting a lost looking Mia-who too is still in her wedding gown. Oh how welcoming the Spanish are.

I skip two steps in order to get to her and end up falling with a thud.

Disoriented, I sit down on the floor rubbing my eyes.

["¿Qué diablos es esto?"]. "What filtfh is this?"

My eyes fixate on the scrutinizing gaze of my husband. Lorenzo.

I don't know what he said, I'm guessing it's Spanish because he is Spanish. But the way he's eyes shamelessly roam over my body, like I'm the most disgusting piece of merda ever.

"I'm sorry if-." I begin but get cut off.

["Bonita estúpida. ¿No te dije que le dijeras a Anastasia que cerrara el sótano con llave?"]. "Stupid Bonita. Did I not tell you to tell Anastasia to lock the basement?"

Lorenzo eyes burn with so much fury, so much so he's gaze could ignite an already used match stick.

This time, his gaze is on something-someone behind me. Meeting his gaze, eyes reverent and head bowed is the maid...Bonnie I think. Obediently showing respect, but I do not miss the trembling of her quivering body.

"This is not...errr...slut from basement. She's your wife. Boss." Bonita replies in English.

Soon after, Lorenzo's attention is on me. His unwanted attention.

And as if someone had humoured him, his deep vibrant laugh invades and fills up the room.

It was suffocating.

I watched as his chest rose, and fell- repeatedly. He was mocking me, and I did not appreciate it nor would I accept it.

"When I agreed to marry a rich man like you." I begin, "I knew you were going to be an arrogant man who thought it was his God-given right to rule everyone's lives." I say getting up and making a beeline towards him.

I stop infront of him and fix his tie around his neck-making sure to tighten it even more. "But. If I knew I was marrying a man who dresses like Paris' brokest bachelor's, I would have not left the Ghost Mafia." I then move to dust of specks off un-existing dust particles off his blazer suit. "Don't worry." I smile sweetly. "I'm here now-I don't mind buttoning up your shirt for you Lorenzo."

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My broke self broke a bottle of ketchup in the store cuz I was reading 'Releasing Phoenix' by rosavi_ and I got a shock. But anyway I didn't have to pay, hehehe. What you think of Alessandra now?

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Million dollar buffet!