Mafia King’s Innocent Bride

Sophie’s POV

“What took you so long?” I was surprised when I suddenly saw Vincent standing by the door of my room.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked him.

He looked at me with cold eyes. “Did you go somewhere else?”

“S-Sorry, I-I just talked to a friend for a while.”

“I told you to go home as soon as your class is done, right?”

I bit my lower lip. “S-Sorry…”

“Sophie, you’re not here just to have a life of a princess. I didn’t marry you just so you could live the way you want and disobey my orders.”

“I-I’m sorry. That would never happen again.”

“That would really never happen again because if you repeat that, I will no longer let you study or work. You’ll stay inside this mansion forever.”

“W-What? N-No, please don’t do that Vincent!”

He walked towards me. “Wash your body and proceed to my room.”

“H-Huh?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything shady.” He said before he started walking away from me.

Why do I have to go to his room?

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And as what Vincent has told me, I washed my body and wore my pajamas. I intentionally wore the one that fully covers my body since I know if he sees me wearing something that’s showy, he would think something awful again.

Do I really have to go to his room?

What if he already decided to take my virginity?

But he also said that he wouldn’t do something shady. Should I trust him?

I heaved a sigh. “Oh well, as if I have a choice. This mansion is Vincent’s property, and since the day that I married him, I became his property too.”

I just knocked once at his door and he already opened it. He was wearing a black pair of pajamas. There was a black towel on his head so I guess he just took a bath. “Come in.” he said.

“O-Okay…”

Vincent closed his door as soon as I was able to step inside. I looked around his room and realized that it was as huge as mine although there were lots of doors on every corner. I wonder what those doors are for.

His room was painted with gray and black. All the pieces of furniture and paintings on the wall were symmetrically designed, making his room look like a perfect room that you can see in magazines. “Have a seat.” He said again, pointing to the black couch beside his bed.

“May I know why did you ask me to go here?” I asked him.

“To play.” He nonchalantly replied as he walked towards a huge grey-stained oak cabinet and took out a chess board.

“P-Play? You mean, we’re going to play chess?”

He looked at me and sat down on the couch across mine. “That’s right, we’ll play chess. Do you know how to do it?”

“I-I used to play it when I was a kid, but I don’t think I’m still good at it.”

“Then bad for you.”

“Are you really going to play chess with me?” I asked him again.

Vincent leaned on the couch and crossed his arm while looking at me. “But we’re not just going to play an ordinary chess.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“We’ll play chess just like how people usually play them, the only difference is that, we’ll have a punishment to the loser.”

I wrinkled my brows. “Punishment?”

“Every time you lose, I’ll conquer a part of your body.”

My eyes automatically widened from what he just said. “What?!”

“I will choose a part of your body and I can do whatever I want with it and you are not allowed to complain.” He repeated.

“W-What do you think of me, a map?!”

“You can’t do anything about it, Sophie. What do you want me to do, force you to have sex with me tonight or play a chess with you? He raised an eyebrow.

What kind of condition is that? And how can he even say that word so casually?

I bit my lip as I looked at him. “All I need to do is to defeat you, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What if I-I win?”

“Then you can ask me anything.”

“A-Anything? As in anything?”

He nodded. “Right, you can ask me anything except a divorce.”

Ah, he knows what exactly I want to ask him.

Oh well, as if I have a choice. Playing chess with him would make his mind occupied and, in that way, he wouldn’t be able to think of something shady. “Deal.”

A huge smile appeared on his face and that immediately brought shivers through my whole body. “Alright then, let’s start now.”

“Okay.”

He put the chess board on the center table and we both started arranging our pieces. I just hope he didn’t master this game because if he did, then I’m really dead. Oh well, how can he even have time to play games when he’s always busy with his business and duties being a mafia boss.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

You can do it, Sophie.