Her Secret

3|Bridal Shower

"Why can't I run the business? Why are you just making him take it?"

"Princess, your brother does not want to run the business and you have no clue how to. What will happen when I die?"

"I can learn! I haven't seen you do much but sit down by your desk and order people around."

He sighed. "Princess, I have already made a deal with Mariano. I cannot decline a man like that."

"Yes papa, you can!"

"Don't you understand? Just look at his cold appearance! He does not need our permission to take the deeds. He did not have to agree to marry you. If he wanted he would kill us all and take what he wants. I am nothing compared to such a man."

My shoulders dropped. I have never heard papa degrade himself like that.

"When you marry him, you need to be careful. He will not think twice is kill you."

"Why do you know people like this papa?"

He took a while before answering. "Because I am someone like that."

I looked up to him. "What?"

"Sit down, princess."

I immediately sat down and waited on what he had to say.

"I tried to hide it the best I could from you and your brother. That is what your mother wanted. When the crime got too high and things were becoming too dangerous, we left for America."

"Papa, what are you talking about?"

"Elianna, I am a part of the Italian mafia and Enzo Mariano is almost at the top of the chain. I believe he wants the title deeds to gain more influence and reach to the top. He is young yet promising."

My heart started beating faster as I tried to process the mouthful of information papa was giving me.

Deep down inside I knew he wasn't just some businessman but I refused to accept it.

"Why would he agree to marry me then?"

He shrugged. "He is getting older and people are talking. He is probably ready to start a family and end the gossip."

"Get out," I said as I tried to hold off my tears.

"Princess..."

"Get out now papa! I want to be alone for the rest of the night!"

I am not ready for any of this.

The mafia? Starting a family?

I was just dancing on stage a couple of months ago.

I heard the door open and I took another chug at my beer.

"Papa, I told you I want to be left alone tonight," I said as I allowed my tears to flow freely.

"I'm not your papa."

I quickly turned around to see him standing there.

I wiped my face and brushed back my hair with my hands as I hurried to stand up. "Enzo, what are you doing here?"

He threw my wedding dress which was in a plastic on the bed.

"Oh, thanks."

He walked up to me and handed me a box.

I watched him skeptically before slowly taking it.

I opened it to see the most gorgeous pair of sparkling diamond earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet.

I smiled. "You didn't have to buy these."

"I didn't," he said and my smile dropped.

"Every bride in my family has gotten these from one of the parents. Mine are both dead so I have to pass it down myself," he replied without care.

"Oh," I said I put it down. "I'm sorry about your-"

I stopped talking when I saw him watch my canned beer in disgust.

"Americans," he mumbled under his breath as he took his head.

"I was born here in Italy," I defended myself.

He looked up to me. "That does not matter. You are still an American. You have no Italian culture."

"I lived here until I was eight."

"Yet you drink canned beer? You're an embarrassment to us," he cursed.

"You're an embarrassment to all people," I cursed back.

We glared at each other, not wanting to be the first to look away.

"I bet you have not even kissed an Italian man," he scoffed and I stayed quiet.

"I cannot believe I have agreed to wed such a woman," he complained.

"Well don't marry me. I'll happily take back my father's deeds. I don't want to marry you."

"Those deeds belong to me and if marrying a woman like you is my debt then I will do it and suffer."

I pretended like I didn't feel hurt by his words.

He was claiming that I am a horrible person to marry. What about him?

If I'm that bad then I don't want to know what he is like.

He checked his watch. "I am not wasting anymore of my time with you."

"Good," I said happy that he was finally leaving.

"Good," he replied back before exiting while showing me his middle finger.

I stuck both of mine up when he shut the door.

I hate his guts.

I picked up the can only to find out it was empty.

And this ladies and gentlemen was my bridal shower.

AN: A more in depth explanation on why Elle chose to marry Enzo is discussed in Book 1: His Secret.