Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Carmencita knocked on the door and walked into the room with Vicenta’s food. She gently placed it on the table and waited for her to finish taking her bath. It wasn’t her duty to serve her breakfast but she felt the need to do so. With the rumors flying around, she needed to have a word with her.

Vicenta finally walked out of the bathroom, covered in a white robe. Once she looked up and saw her, she placed both hands on her stomach and screamed her lungs out. She had expected to find anyone in the room but not Carmencita.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Without waiting for her response, she added. “Get out. Now!!!”

“I am sorry if I startled you…”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Room!”

Carmencita ignored her and continued. “I brought you breakfast. You should eat immediately before it gets cold!”

Vicenta fisted her hands and gritted her teeth. What was she doing in her room? She wondered, glaring hard at her. And why did she bring her breakfast personally? Usually, it was always the maids, not her. She was the Chief maid and her sole duty was to serve the Don and his wife before overseeing the entire household.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I do not need your food. Take it and leave!”

“Alright then!” She replied and started packing up the plates. When she was done, she picked it up and turned to leave.

“Wait!” The word slipped out of Vicenta’s mouth before she could even realize it. Her stomach rumbled and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I… Um… Nevermind, just go”

“I will just leave this here in case you get hungry later on” Carmencita replied with a soft smile and dropped the tray of food on the table.

“I do not need your food!”

“But your stomach says otherwise.” She paused and accessed her face and then her stomach. “Go on and eat, Vicenta!”

Vicenta!? Did she just call her by her name after all these years? She wondered, staring at her with wide eyes. Years ago, she had forbidden her from calling her that name. Now, it sounded so new to her ears. So foreign and strange.

Carmencita expected her to fire back immediately. She expected her to throw her out of the room and warn her never to call her by her name or get closer. But she didn’t do any of those. Instead, she quietly lowered her gaze and started walking towards the table.

“Is this poisoned?”

“I could take a few spoons if you…”

“Never mind!” She cut in already drinking the soup. Closing her eyes, she moaned in delight and nodded her head. “Hmm… this is… this is amazing!”

Carmencita smiled but didn’t make any comments. She was afraid she’d stop eating when she got back to her senses and ordered her to take them away. For years, Vicenta had not gotten that close. She avoided her at all costs and whenever they met, it was nothing close to being peaceful.

With Carmencita forgotten, Vicenta kept digging into the food until the whole plates were cleared up. She drank the water that was provided and belched noisily but the older woman did not mind. Instead, she smiled and started clearing the plates happily.

“Can I… Can you give me more of that from now on?”

“Yes, of course!” She picked up the tray and smiled. “I am glad you enjoyed it!”

Vicenta looked up at her and frowned. She couldn’t believe she had just eaten all the food that was served and even asked for more. What if it was poisoned? She immediately cleared the thought off her mind and shook her head. Carmencita would never do that after everything.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I just served you breakfast because I knew you would be hungry!”

She shook her head and turned back to her. “No, this! Why are you here? Why are you kind to me?”

“I do not understand, Mistress!”

Mistress? How could she switch the names so quickly? Some minutes ago, she called her Vicenta like old times which was all peaceful, warm, and filled with laughter. And now, she was back to being formal.

“Why are you kind to me after everything I have done to you… The way I have treated you all these years?”

A sigh ripped out of Carmencita’s chest. “You have not done anything to me, Mistress. You have treated me the way I deserve to be treated after everything you have gone through because of us!”

“I do not believe you!” She stood up and went to stand in front of her. “Do you know what I believe? I believe that this is all a scheme. This is just your plan to get closer to me because I am carrying Don’s child. Soon, I will give him an heir and I will become his Queen. And do you know what would happen next? I will get rid of you and everyone else who caused me pain and made my life a living hell!”

Tears threatened to spill from Carmencita’s eyes but she held it back. “You are making the wrong choice. You do not know what you are getting yourself into!”

“Whoever gave you the right to say a word about me or whatever I choose to do with my life? You gave me away… You let them take me away!”

“No… No, I did not!” She fought back the tears. “I…”

“I do not care, it is all in the past now. I already told you that you are dead to me. I will drive a knife into your chest just to prove that point. Now, GET. OUT!”

Carmencita quietly turned around and started walking towards the door. Vicenta was right. She had given her away and deserved all the hate and ill treatment from her. But what she couldn’t bear was watching her make the wrong choice.

She knew that if it was up to her, she wouldn’t have gotten herself pregnant for Sergio after everything she had been through in the past. The potion she was forced to take by Sergio’s father… How it almost ended her life if the Doctors had not saved her… The damage it caused and how she MIGHT not be able to carry a child as reported by the Doctors.

“It is wrong to have gotten pregnant for the Don, especially when he does not need the child from you. It is even more dangerous when you are trying to pin it on him and use it to your advantage!”

“I am only giving him what his b*tch of a wife cannot give him!”

“What makes you think she cannot give him a child? Are you sure she is not carrying one already?” Carmencita asked and turned to look at her. “Have you thought of the fact that this action would get you killed?”

Vicenta laughed and shook her head. “By whom? The Don? Why would he want to kill me because I am carrying his child? His heir?”

“He may not kill you but there is someone who will do once he finds out. I had begged on your behalf because you struck his sister-in-law on the cheek!” Vicenta gasped in shock and she sighed. “He will end you once he finds out that you are trying to go between the Don and his wife. And he will do that without second thoughts!”