Daughter of the Mafia's Consigliere
Chapter 9

MARIANNE.

The engagement party finally ended and the next morning came so quickly just like I wanted. I couldn't sleep throughout the night as my mind was occupied with so many things. A lot happened yesterday and I'm still not over it yet, I just wish yesterday never existed.

I literally have no one here who is taking sides with me, I want to disown that woman who calls herself my mother, she isn't fit to be called one.

I know how greedy and desperate she can be but I never expected her to act indifferent to the killing of that server, she even placed the blame on me. She has the mind to also slap me because I was telling her the truth and stating the things that I wasn't okay with.

She didn't even give me any room for explanation and just kept on blaming and scolding me. She keeps using the excuse of granting my father's last wish just to get what she wants.

I'm sure that my dad wouldn't act thoughtlessly like my mom if he was still alive even though I never had a close relationship with him but he was better than my mother. I'm sure he would have let me be if I insisted on not getting married to Ricardo.

Between parents, the mother is always the softer, cheerful, open minded and considerate one but that's not the case with my own parents.

"Bring the food in here, I have no strength to step out of this room and I'm not even in the mood to join anyone at the dining table." I told Isabella when she called me to come downstairs to have breakfast.

How can I eat and dine with people who killed an innocent, diligent and loyal servant without a single sign of remorse? I can't even look at Ricardo because of how pissed I was still feeling. I didn't step out of the room and Ricardo didn't show up or ask for my presence.

He was still ignoring and choosing not to talk to me even after the so-called engagement party. I don't know if we are going to keep acting like strangers, it's not like I want his attention, I just wanted to know his opinion about our sudden union.

Even his father isn't saying anything about Ricardo's ill attitude, I can't even complain to my mom when she is even taking sides with them.

I wasn't only angry at Ricardo's attitude but also angry about what he did in the kitchen yesterday.

I almost forgot that I met with the sister yesterday, I didn't see her after she excused herself. I feel like she is the only reasonable one here and is different from her father and brother. I wonder if she is also being forced to make decisions just like I was being forced to.

"Do you need anything else ma?" Isabella asked me for the twentieth time that day and I sighed.

"Not at all, you should take a seat too at least, you have been running errands for me since morning." I told her and she chuckled.

"It's my duty to serve you since I was assigned by my boss." She said very politely and I sighed.

"But I'm ordering you right now to sit, I want to talk with you."

"If you're going to ask me for help, I'm sorry to tell you that I have none to offer." She suddenly said and I chuckled.

She is fully aware of what happened in the kitchen yesterday so I'm sure she doesn't want the same thing to happen to her.

"Nah, is this about yesterday? I'm not going to put anyone else's life on the line since I'm now aware of how things work. I just want to have a heartfelt conversation with you because you look calm, reasonable and nice." I said and she smiled lightly at me.

"Thank you ma, what is it that you want to discuss with me?" She asked,

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"You should come close, you can sit on the bed, we are the only ones in here so you have nothing to worry about."

She walked to the queen-sized bed I was lying on and just sat at the edge of the bed.

"I want you to be free around me, I won't be mean to you if you're nice, so stop feeling insecure around me. I literally have no friends and no one else to talk to so you should at least keep me company." "Okay ma, would you like me to get you anything at all like coffee or a soft drink before we begin this conversation?"

There she goes again, I don't blame her. I think that's how she was trained and groomed to be like, she is trying her best to give her all in all and make me very comfortable.

"No! I would have asked for it a while ago if I actually wanted anything. I'm sure you've been in here for a very long time right, I want to know your story Isabella because I'm sure there is no one on this earth that wishes to become a maid. Everyone wants a soft, comfortable and free life, how did you end up here?" I asked her and she let out a long sigh, her facial expression switched into a sad one and I could see the pain in her eyes before she even started speaking. "I would have gladly answered your question but I don't know much about myself." She muttered and I arched my brows, maybe she didn't want me to know anything about her.

"Is it part of the rule here that you shouldn't reveal anything about yourself or this family to anyone?"

"Yes but I'm going to answer your questions. I came here when I was nine years old, I didn't have a single memory of how I had lived my life when I was brought here for the first time. It just felt like I've been sleeping since I was born and then I just woke up to replace myself here. We were told that we were adopted from the orphanage because they wanted to help us live a better life, I wasn't the only one. We were more than a hundred kids who suddenly woke up to replace ourselves here without remembering anything.

We were shared and the stronger ones were trained to help the Mafia business bloom while the weaker ones like me who wouldn't stop crying over little things were groomed to serve as a maid.

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It was later on that I found out that we were kidnapped and our memories were wiped out. I felt so bitter because I had no single memory of my family, I'm sure I had one and they must have felt so miserable when I went missing. I'm sure they must have forgotten I existed or even believed I died many years ago.

I don't even know what my parents look like, I don't know if I had siblings if I had close friends.

I had always wished to escape from this bondage and live outside this Mafia world like a free bird but I gave up on that decision because it was just impossible.

The few ones that tried to escape lost their lives so I just have to accept my fate and remain loyal."

Isabella finished with her story and I felt so touched, so Giovanni and his son kidnap innocent kids for their selfish interest? They literally ripped them away from having a better life. He is just so cruel.

"I'm so sorry about that, I can feel your pain but I would advise you not to give up on your dream of living like a free bird or do you wish to remain as a maid in this hellish place for the rest of your life?" I asked her and she chuckled.

"Of course I don't wish for something like that but let's face reality. It's better to keep working as a maid quietly instead of risking my life to embark on an almost impossible mission. Can we stop talking about it already?" Isabella asked politely and I understood that she was trying so hard not to break down.

"Okay then, sorry if I had to make you remember those ugly memories, you would earn your freedom one day, I don't know how but I just want you to believe that."

“Thank you ma! I feel like I'm slacking off if I keep discussing with you. Would you like to take a tour around this mansion since you're new here? I'm sure you have no idea of how gigantic this mansion is and it's also very beautiful. There are interesting rooms where you can pass time instead of locking yourself in this room." Isabella suddenly asked as she returned back to standing.

I would have loved to follow her but I had to take care of something first.

"That would be later, I'm sure you know where Ricardo's room or office is located. Please take me there right now,"

This silence is not making sense anymore! I need to confront him and speak my mind. Imagine engaging someone who has never spoken a word to you, not even a few words of introduction!