His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

Lillian groaned as she sat up. She groaned again and rubbed her head.

She looked around where she was and found herself on a bed.

Furthermore, she looked around again and saw it was her room.

Likewise, she bowed her head as if trying to recall what happened, but still rubbed her head slightly. Then she remembered.

She was in Mark’s living room about to call her brother, but then someone covered her nose with a handkerchief, and she lost consciousness.

But how did she get back to her room? Needing an answer to this question, she managed to stand up from the bed and tried opening the door, but it was locked.

Huh? She tried again, but it was still locked. What was happening? First, an anonymous brought her back here without her consent and now, the door of her room was locked.

“Hello?”

“Mom? Dad? Anyone there!” She said, forcefully turning the knob of the door, that was when it dawned on her that she’s been held hostage in her room.

“Someone get me out of here!!” She yelled again, hitting the door continuously this time.

HOURS LATER*

Lillian sat weakly on her bed with her legs hugged to her chest. Her face was already stained with tears. She’d lost her voice due to too much crying and shouting.

The door made noises from the outside, showing someone was unlocking it. The knob twisted and the door opened. She didn’t bother to check who it was, as it was pointless to her at that moment.

Mr. Jeffrey entered fully and after seeing the state his daughter was in, he sighed.

“Your mom is ill and wants to see you in her room now.” He said and left.

Hearing this, Lillian became alerted immediately. Her mother was sick?

She immediately got out of bed and ran out of her room.

She entered her parent’s room and saw a doctor attending to her mom. The doctor wrote something in his note and felt her pulse. Lillian went closer to them, making her presence known.

“What happened to my mom?”

“She fell unconscious this afternoon.” Mr. Jeffrey replied from where he stood.

“What exactly is the problem?” She asked in a panicked voice.

“Your mom has Coronary Artery Disease, also known as CAD, a condition that affects the heart. It occurs when the coronary arteries struggle to supply the heart with enough blood, oxygen, and nutrients. Currently, she is stage C.” The doctor explained, and Lillian went closer to her mom on the bed.

“So in summary, you’re saying my mom has heart failure?” She asked to be sure of what she heard.

“Yes and now is when she needs you the most.” The doctor replied, making more tears flow down her face. Lillian went and sat beside her mom.

“She asked to see you, so we would leave the both of you now.” The doctor said and left with Mr. Jeffrey.

“Lillian, you’re here.” Mrs. Helen said weakly and tried touching her face.

“Mom, you have a heart disease, and you didn’t tell me?” She whimpered as she went closer to her mom and held her hands.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“I’m sorry. I just felt it wasn’t the right time to tell you, as I didn’t want you to feel sad.”

“But now, you’ve made me even more sad.”

“I’m sorry. I apologize for everything you’ve been passing through ever since you came back. I’m sorry for …….” Mrs. Helen said and coughed.

“Shhhh. You shouldn’t say a word now, you’re not feeling well.” She interrupted as she cleaned the tears that were already dropping from her mother’s eyes.

“Lillian…..” Mrs. Helen started again.

“Could you please do me a favor?”

“What is it, Mom? Just say it and I promise I will do it, but, please get well.”

“I want you to accept the marriage proposal.” Mrs. Helen said, and she dropped her mother’s hands.

“Please, just … do it for my sake.” Mrs. Helen pleaded as she took in Lillian’s hands again, and fresh tears started flowing down Lillian’s cheek.

“But why?” She whimpered, staring at her shocked.

“Just do it for my sake, Lillian.” Mrs. Helen said and started coughing.

“Doctor, doctor,” Lillian called, and the doctor came rushing in immediately.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. She suddenly started coughing.”

“You should go, I would take it up from here.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me here?”

“Just go, Miss Lillian!” The doctor said, and Lillian left immediately, going back to her room.

The door opened again and Mr. Jeffrey entered.

“You can go, Dr. Jay. I would send your money in ten minutes.”

“Alright, Sir.” The doctor said and packed his things, then left. Mr. Jeffrey went to the door and locked it.

“She’s gone to her room, so you can get up now.” He said, and Mrs. Helen sat up.

“I must say, I’m proud to have a good actress as a wife.” He said again with a wide smile as he sat on the couch.

Flashback*

“How long is she going to remain unconscious, Don?” Mr. Jeffrey said as he continued staring at his unconscious daughter on the bed.

“In an hour,” Don replied, making Mr. Jeffrey sigh.

“I just don’t know how to make her accept this marriage without hurting her more than I have already done.”

“I could kidnap her to a far place and get married to her there,” Don suggested, and Mr. Jeffrey glared at him.

“I just said, without hurting her again.” Mr. Jeffrey said, returning his gaze to his daughter.

“And I gave you my suggestion,” Don replied with a scoff.

“Well fair enough, I don’t need your suggestion.”

“You better be quick with whatever you’re planning, ’cause I don’t have much time to waste. I have other things to handle.” Don stated and left the room.

“So, what are we going to do now? You know, we can’t just do as Don said.” Mr. Jeffrey turned to his wife.

“I know, and that’s why I need some time to think.” Mrs. Helen replied.

A few minutes later*

Mr. Jeffrey walked up to his wife and sat beside her on the couch in their room.

“Have you thought of anything yet?” Mr. Jeffrey asked, staring at his wife.

“I haven’t. What about you?” Mrs. Helen asked back.

“I have thought about it for a while and I finally decided on what we should do.” Mr. Jeffrey replied.

“And, what is that?” Mrs. Helen stressed out.

“You would pretend to be very ill with a very dangerous disease and use that to get her to accept.” Her husband revealed.

“You mean we should blackmail her emotionally?” Mrs. Helen said to be sure of what she heard.

“Yes. That would be the only way to get her to do this.” Mr. Jeffrey said, and Mrs. Helen bowed her head, going into thoughts.

End of flashback*

“Do you think this will make her change her mind?” Mrs. Helen asked.

“With the acting, you put up here, I bet she would.”

“We just have to wait for her to give a positive answer.” Mr. Jeffrey said again with a wide grin and crossed his legs.