Chapter 61 A PRISON OF UNCERTAINTY
The rest of the night was filled with an immersive silence that bored holes into my skin, but my thoughts were loud and disturbing that I couldn't put myself in place.
I was getting uncomfortable in the position I was laying in, but I didn't have the freedom to move or change position as my hands were still in bound.
My thoughts were extremely sloppy and messy, but I tried my best to get them assembled and make plans to get out of this room and the house as well before things started to go the way Sergie DeLuca wanted it to be.
Firstly, I had to be absent from the auction and for that to happen, I had to get out of the bound as fast as I could. Only then can I gain my freedom to make for an escape.
Bile rushed into my throat as the feeling of bitterness riled up within me. I didn't understand why everything was working against me and why nothing was going the way I wanted them to be.
I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that I was being tossed about in what seemed like a Mafia's game— I also couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that I was still a Mafia's Plaything in their playbook.
Why is the universe not aligning in my favor? Why is lady luck hiding her face from me? What sin have I committed to deserve all of this?
All I have ever done with my life was exist and not be a cause of pain or burden to anyone, yet, life has tossed me into a ridiculous tide I have no absolute control over.
If Santiano Rafael Devereaux had not shown up in my life that very day, I wouldn't be in this situation— waiting for my fate to be sealed at an auction by the hands of Mafia bosses.
Waiting on nothing but to get married to a man— a man who has deemed the price for me as his way to own me, a man I barely know anything about aside from his name.
It was all his fault. Yes, this is all happening because Santiano Rafael Devereaux had come into my life when I never needed him to be.
This man Santiano Rafael Devereaux is the one responsible for all my pain and suffering m. If truly he was in love with me as he had claimed, and he would do anything for my sake, then he shouldn't have made his love for me cause me pain or drive me to tears.
It all didn't make sense how he had crashed my wedding and suddenly slapped me in the face with the endless profession of love for me. For how long had he known me to think he was in love with me?
Has this man truly been in love with me or he was after my accrued wealth?
No, that wouldn't be the case because what my eyes had seen in measure of Santiano Rafael Devereaux's wealth, mine was about only a one-third of his.
I couldn't beat him at this game and my wealth was only going to be a plus for him if I was actually his to be called.
I kept on fumbling with the bound, hit tears rushing down my face and soaking the pillow behind my head.
But as off as it may sound, I miss him a little too much at that moment. I miss this man Santiano Rafael Devereaux and I kept longing for him— all I wanted was for him to show you before me and set me free from this ridiculous auction I was bound to be Budden upon tomorrow.
I prayed within myself for a storm to rage at that hour, for Rafael to come to my rescue because he was the only one in the whole of Italy who would protect me from Sergie DeLuca.
I felt totally helpless as my thoughts continued to circle around Rafael showing up. By now, my absence in the Devereaux's mansion would have reached him and I prayed continuously for him to be on the road in search of me.
I know I had plunged myself on the top of the devil's fork, but to escape this devil, I needed another devil as powerful as Sergie DeLuca to save me.
In the end, all my choices were laid with Santiano Rafael Devereaux and I fumbled within myself, the words I was about to pronounce growing heavy within my throat as my tears continued to flood out of my eyes, soaking up the pillow as they rushed past my ears.
“Please, come to me…” I managed to say, my heart heavy and my breath coming out harder than the last.
I had lost track of time, but I was sure I had spent a number of hours in that room before I regained consciousness.
It had stopped raining for a while and the only thing I was conscious of was the room I was in. It was heavily decorated with a dark feminine aura that I didn't appreciate because it was soothing to my taste, but that was my least concern.
I had nothing to do than lay still on the bed, awaiting whatever was coming as I had no means of escape from the bounds I was held in. My thoughts had suddenly dried up and my head became empty.
Nothing, absolutely nothing was coming into my mind as I stared into empty space. It was as if I was awaiting death patiently and I knew this to be true because apparently, I would be getting married to Sergie DeLuca tomorrow.
What type of fight could I possibly try to put on? Who was coming to save me? Santiano Rafael Devereaux? The same man I had chosen to run away from?
If he was going to come save me from Sergie DeLuca, that also means he would be coming to them in his battle gear— a war between two Mafia families for my sake?
These little thoughts had hardly started brewing up in my mind again when the door suddenly opened. My heart flared up in surprise as I saw who was standing by the door.