TRAPPED IN THE MAFIA'S RUTHLESS PASSION

“Ah... This is delicious, dear.”

“Faster, ah...”

The faint sound of sighing came out.

Her feelings were getting out of control, so she quickly opened the apartment door all at once.

“Andre! Rara!” she shouted in an angry tone.

“So this is what you guys are doing behind my back?!”

Arsana Putri covered her mouth in surprise, when she saw Andre and Rara. Arsana really did not expect their actions. She was so shocked to see what happened in front of her, the two of them were making love on the bed of Andre Wiranto's apartment, her fiance.

Instantly, the surprised Andre immediately pushed Rara's body to the side of the bed roughly, which had been moving and swaying on her body.

Andre immediately put on the kimono towel on the nightstand and hurriedly walked towards Arsana who was still standing in the doorway.

“You traitor!” growled Arsana.

“Arsana, it's not like what you see!” said Andre as he pulled Arsana's hand who was about to leave.

“You think I'm blind, huh?! We're already engaged, Andre, soon we'll get married!” Arsana shouted with teary eyes, her body trembling to hold her legs to stay strong to see what was in front of her.

Arsana really wanted to drop her body but unfortunately it was very difficult.

“Arsana, you better join us. Come on!” invited Rara without feeling guilty with a thin smile on her lips.

“Shut up, Rara!” Andre glared at his fiancée's best friend.

“You two are disgusting!”

Arsana clenched her sweaty hands, her tears were unbearable, but she didn't want to show her sadness in front of two traitors.

“I'm just channeling my lust because you're not willing to do it with me, so, I make Rara as an instrument of my lust until we're both officially married,” said Andre trying to explain why all that happened, when Arsana had gone down one stair from there.

“Your excuse makes me want to vomit, Andre. You hypocrite!” hissed Arsana squinting her eyes.

Plak!

The girl slapped Andre across the face, making him hold his burning cheek.

“I don't love him, I swear! Arsana, even while doing it I always imagine your face!” said Andre again making Arsana slap her fiancé back.

Arsana was really disgusted by Andre's confession.

Seeing Andre - the man Rara loved so much - slapped by Arsana, she immediately grabbed another kimono towel then came forward and slapped Arsana too.

“Even you defend this man more than me, your best friend!” Arsana screamed,

“I love him!” said Rara firmly.

“But I don't love you, Rara. We have agreed to do this out of necessity, not love.”

“As you wish! You both deserve it, both disgusting humans!”

Arsana slammed Andre's hand and tried to run out of the apartment, followed by Andre.

Hearing Andrr's statement, Rara screamed in frustration because she was upset that her love was not reciprocated by Andre, even though she had let her whole body be touched and fucked by the man. With a heart filled with anger, Rara thought if she had to get Andre by eliminating Arsana alone.

Rara chased Arsana to the end of the stairs, Rara pulled Arsana's hand and said.

“Arsana, Andre is mine and you don't have the right to be with him, you don't even have the right to be in this world because you are just an illegitimate child!” Rara screamed as she pushed Arsana until she fell and rolled on the stairs.

“Arsana! Noooo!” Andre shouted, but it was too late. Arsana was already lying on the floor below.

The screaming sound suddenly changed, when Arsana felt a kick on her body. Arsana opened her eyes and found her father, Wijaya Kusuma, standing in front of her who was already lying on the floor under the bed.

“Wake up damn it!” said Wijaya with a foot that continued to kick Arsana on the floor.

“What's wrong, Dad?” she asked with a hoarse voice and messy hair because the girl had just woken up.

“Still asking what's wrong? Don't you realize that you were screaming like a madman in the early morning until it was heard outside, huh?!” snapped Wijaya at his daughter.

“I ... I fell down the stairs because Rara pushed me, I didn't expect her to have an affair with Andre. Am I dead now?” said Arsana immediately panicked holding her head which was still dizzy.

“Are you out of your mind? You fell from the bed, not from the stairs, stupid! Now take a shower, you have to get ready to meet someone!” said Wijaya.

Instantly Arsana realized that she was only dreaming. She looked at her father with millions of questions.

“To meet who, Father?” asked Arsana, linking her eyebrows.

“Mr. Zayver Megantara,” Wijaya answered.

“Who is he?” asked Arsana curiously, because this was the first time Arsana heard that name.

“Your husband!” replied the father making Arsana widen her eyes.

“What?!”

What kind of nightmare is this?

Arsana immediately went to the toilet before talking to her father further.

***

Arsana Putri, now looks neat after bathing and cleaning herself from the nightmare that visited her sleep. Now, she must clean her mind too because she was visited by a nightmare in the real world. How could it be, just waking up she was already legally the wife of a person she had never met?

“Last night I lost a gambling game and that caused my debt to accumulate to Mr. Zayver. And it was his fault, I pledged your sister Arsina to marry him if I lost.” Wijaya began his story.

“Where is your conscience as a father, so you can guarantee your daughter as a gambling bet? Father, you really have no humanity!” Arsana's breathing went up and down. “And again, what you pledge is Arsina, why should I be the one married to that foreign man?” Arsana bombarded her father with many questions.

Wijaya only clucked irritably with his hands on his waist. He stared at Arsana.

“Precisely that, your sister Arsina did not want to and instead ran away, so you were forced to be her replacement. Otherwise, Mr. Zayver will finish off our entire family.” Wijaya spoke up in a firm tone.

“What do I care? I don't even live with you.” Arsana folded her arms across her chest, answering so easily.

The two of them continued to argue, causing Wijaya to get angry.

“Don't argue so much! He's waiting for you in his magnificent house. If you don't want to be his wife out of love, at least do it out of reciprocity because all this time I've been paying for your life!” snapped Wijaya.

Hearing this, Arsana felt hurt and did not expect her father to be that mean to her.

After never being considered a child in front of Kusuma's big family because Arsana was born from a woman who was not on the same level as Wijaya's family, now Arsana had to hear if she was a burden to a father whose living expenses alone became a debt that had to be paid in an inhumane way.

Arsana had to become a substitute bride.

“You forgot that I will get married soon, father.” Arsana showed her empty ring finger, no engagement ring there, trying to find an excuse.

“You even forgot that you canceled your marriage to Andre, Arsana.” Wijaya laughed with satisfaction at Arsana's words.

“Arsana forget that jerk and accept your new husband. Believe me, you will live happily with plenty of wealth there.”

Arsana was silent, her heart hardened because it was too painful with everything she had experienced so far. Her fate that was not as lucky as other children to not be recognized as a child in front of the extended family just because she was born from the womb of a poor woman, betrayed by her lover, canceled marriage, and now married on the basis of indebtedness to her own father.

It felt like Arsana wanted to die.

“Don't daydream! Hurry up and come to this address, Mr. Zayver is waiting for you!” Wijaya ordered.

“The man wants Arsina, what if he's surprised that it's me?” asked Arsana starting to resign.

“He won't know. Go, by obeying my wishes, I will make sure to recognize you as a child before the extended family.” Arsana smiled sarcastically looking at Wijaya.

“Too bad, it looks like my will has changed. From now on, I consider that I don't have a father. You are evil, Wijaya! You are too much. May your evil deeds be rewarded in kind!” said Arsana as she dragged her suitcase to the address of Mr. Zayver, the man who was said to be her husband.