Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 1

Alessia Rossi

The loud music beating in the large dressing room blended with the chatter and squeals of excited girls adjusting their costumes and practicing last-minute dance moves.

I adjusted my outfit, checking myself in the mirror one last time. I saw the deep, long mark on my stomach, which was slightly visible under the sheer dress. My finger traced along it. No matter how much I try to escape my past from my fear, it chases me like a haunting dream.

"I am envious of you, Alessia. You are performing in the center," Samantha, one of my co-dancers, interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around to face her, forcing a smile on my lips, ignoring the uneasiness curling in my stomach.

"You would have also gotten the chance to dance in the middle if you had practiced well. Her talent outshines all of you. Instead of getting envious, work harder," our choreographer interjected. Her sharp tone made Samantha huff and pout dramatically.

"Don't worry, Samantha," I reassured her. "I’ll make sure you get the center spot next time."

Looking down, Samantha pouted while I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the raging storm within by placing my palms on my stomach.

Three years. It's been three years since that incident, yet I still feel uneasy. Even though I'm doing everything I love, it still feels like a piece of me is missing.

Suddenly, the dressing room erupted in gasps of surprise as a girl rushed in, panting. Her eyes were wide with excitement.

"He is here! He is here!" she squealed as she spotted her favorite celebrity.

"Who?" Samantha asked curiously.

A wide smile spread across her lips as she announced,

"Nikolai De Moretti"

My heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of his name.

My face turned pale, my breath caught in my throat, and my stomach flipped with anxiety.

The gasps, giggles of excitement, and chatter about how devastatingly handsome and powerful he was became distant for me as I struggled to breathe. My hands turned ice cold, my knees wobbled, and my whole body trembled.

He is back!

"Alessia," Samantha grabbed my arm just in time. "Are you okay?"

I blinked multiple times and took deep breaths to push away the panic clawing at my chest.

How can I be okay when my nightmare himself is here?

"I—I don't think I can perform," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

The chatter died down as suddenly all eyes turned to me, adding more to my anxiety.

"What?!" the choreographer’s shocked voice echoed in the room.

"I’m not feeling well." I looked anywhere but at the crowd standing in front of me. "I’ll step out of the performance."

Silence.

A heavy silence followed my words.

"But... it will ruin the entire routine. We can't even replace you in five minutes!" The choreographer exclaimed. I looked up at her and saw panic in her eyes.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

"Alessia, please," another dancer pleaded, stepping forward. "You know how much we’ve all practiced. If you leave now, it will affect everyone."