The Mafia s Ghost Bride

"Do you believe in Fairytales?

"Where the prince charming comes to the damsel in distress calling and rescues her?

"Where the sad clouds become happy with just a kiss?

"A story of a prince and a damsel riding off into sunsets?

"Where love conquers all?

But this is not a love story, at least not like any other you've read so far.

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It was our kingdom's 31st annual debutante ball thrown in honor of the young single jewels of age as a tradition for males to begin courtships. This courtship came with promises of marriage and of course scandals of heartbreak, something to look forward to. It was also in this debutante ball that my father, the king, wished to marry me off to the most eligible man, the Duke of Wilshire.

"Arabelle, why are you not yet dressed?

Yes, that's right. My name's Arabelle, the second child of the king and also the result of the King's secret affair with a witch. A child born out of wedlock, a bastard.

"The ball has already begun and you are not yet in your dress" Jennifer, the Nanny said. She is one of the few people who likes me in this place.

"I don't see the reason to attend, it's not like I would find a husband" I slurped on the chair staring at my reflection on the vanity mirror. " I'm the King's mistake and everyone knows that. Nobody wants to marry a mistake"

She strutted across the room, towards me. Picks up a comb and runs it through my hair, strokes by strokes .

"Oh little child. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" her hands ran through my long hair. "You're not a mistake, the god's were not sleeping when they sent you to your mother"

"Right, the mother that abandoned me" Another flaw. "Who abandones an infant less than a month old and takes off?

Jennifer turned me to face her. "Oh precious child, the reasons are best known to her but this I do know, you're the kingdom's finest jewel and others may not agree but their thoughts do not matter much. You, Arabelle are the sun in this kingdom's miserable sky"

I smiled at her words of encouragement. Her intentions towards me were so pure and it made me look up to her as a mother figure since I have none in my life.

"I feel tears trying to escape their prison"

"Don't cry now" she touched my cheeks. " Come, put on your dress and dazzle everyone"

I smiled and did as she said obediently. She called a few other maids who helped me into the dress the Royal seamstress made specially for this ball. I stared at my reflection on the vanity mirror, the dress so red with black stones compliments my Porcelain skin.

"Wow, I feel different," I breathed.

"Now go out there and shine your light "

I could hear the soft melodies of the violins playing, the chatter and laughter of people in the ballroom. I stood in front of the door, trying to calm my nerves down. The guards stared at me in anticipation of my signal for them to open the door.

Is it too late to run back into my room? The thought ran through my mind like a wildfire. I inhaled and exhaled, people in the room were definitely going to talk about me. If I turn back and leave, I'll be the topic of gossip in everyone's mouth by the sunrise.

Arabelle, you can do this. All you have to do is to walk through that door, smile at a couple of strangers, dance with any of them who request your hand on the dance floor and maybe get a husband.

Who am I kidding! There's no way I want a husband who's from here. And there's no way in this life will I be tied down to this kingdom when there's a whole new world out there to explore.

Arabelle Stop thinking too much and just walk into that room!

"Umm my lady, should we get the door for ya? One of the guards snapped me out of my thoughts, a dark tone with a cute smile.

You got this. " Yes, please "