Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Was it Claudia?" Arianna already had a feeling she was the person with such a creative mind. Not to mention that she was up for anything that would torment her life.

At once, her uncle dropped to the ground while rubbing his palms together in a pleading manner.

"Please, Arianna,"

However, she didn't respond to his pathetic cry and went on with her speculation, "So Claudia came up with the idea and went up to her mother who added the finishing touch and of course, had the power to convince you...."Arianna clicked her tongue," Your family is extraordinary, I'm proud of them. " there was deep sarcasm in her words.

"Please forgive us, it was the devil's handwork," The man said.

At once, Arianna threw her head back and burst into hysterical laughter that scared her uncle. She laughed so hard that tears escaped her eyes and finally gurgled to a halt, her expression losing all kind of warmth. It was chilling.

Arianna stood up so abruptly, pushing her seat back with a squeak and grabbing her gun. Her uncle, seeing her aggressiveness, instantly cowered away, crawling back on all fours until he came to a dead end.

Terror filled him as Arianna backed him into the corner and then squatted right in front of him till their eyes were of the same level.

"Devil's handwork, huh?" Arianna drawled, "I guess I'm possessed by the devil right now because I'm feeling the urge to squelch the little light in you," She made her point by pressing the gun's nuzzle beneath his jaw.

Her uncle gulped, shaking like a withering leaf in autumn. He went on to beg her," Spare me, Arianna! Please spare me! I've always looked out for you, remember? I always made sure you were well fed and looked after. It's just that devil of my wife that ruined everything," He pushed the blame on her aunt.

However, when her uncle saw that Arianna was not even moved by his confession, he tried another alternative, "Fine! Do you want the company? Take it! I will happily step down and you will take over. It was your father's company anyway - you're the rightful heir. You can just think of it as me taking care of it till you were old enough to take over," He tried to appease her.

Arianna didn't react, she just gave her uncle a blank stare. Human nature was indeed weak, evil, and pathetic. She had lived with her uncle's family all these years and they constantly reminded her that everything she enjoyed so far was a result of their hard work and magnanimous heart. But now in the face of dagger, he acknowledges her as the rightful heir.

She leaned closer to his face and sneered, "You think I have the need for that? Thanks to you, I'm on the run from some bad guys which is as a result of you selling me off to those loan sharks, do you think I have the time to run a company?!" Arianna found it laughable.

Even if she wanted to, that company was already rotting thanks to her uncle's greed, incompetence, and negligence. It would need a lot of work to bring it to its former glory.

Arianna breathed deeply, "Let's just get this over with, I don't have much time left,"

She pressed the gun further into her uncle's jaw and the man shouted immediately, "I have something that you need,"

Arianna rolled her eyes, knowing that he was just prolonging the inevitable, "There's nothing you have that can possibly interest -"

"Your mother is alive!"

Bam!

It seemed a bomb went off in Arianna's head and thankfully, she was squatting down else her legs would have caved in already. What was he saying? Her mother was alive? How was that possible?

Red-eyed, shocked, and curious as hell, Arianna pulled her uncle closer by the collar. His eyes were wild and fearful, this was the first time he could smell the murderous intent off his niece.

"What did you just say?!" She growled into his face, "My mother is alive? What kind of bullshit story is that?" Arianna didn't even realize she was holding the man so tight, she was beginning to choke him.

"It's true!" her uncle said fiercely, knowing this was the trump card to ensure his survival, "When you were brought home as a baby, I assumed you were from his baby mama because your father was dating this woman, he wouldn't let us see or tell us a thing about her. Then he told us she was dead and I believed it until before his death. He called me, told me the truth, he said your mother was alive and you shouldn't blame her for leaving you, "

Arianna felt like all the bones in her body had melted with this shocking discovery. This could be a lie! Her uncle must be manipulating her! But she knew the man well enough, this was his desperate attempt to survive.

"Why now?! Is this some sort of joke?!" She shouted in his face, white-hot rage filling Arianna as she tightened the grip on his collar to the point the man went red in the face. He slapped her arm repeatedly to tell her he was losing his breath but Arianna was lost in her fury.

Knowing that if she continued this way, her uncle would die with her question unanswered, Arianna reluctantly let go of him and the man swallowed a mouthful of breath with a loud gasp.

He was still trying to recover when Arianna questioned him, "Why did you not tell me that sooner? If that's the truth, why did my father make me believe my mother was dead all this while?"

"It was for your safety,"

"What?"

"That was all he said and wouldn't give me the whole story. But he wanted you to find her when the time was right,"

"Like hell!" Arianna spat out angrily. The woman left her for her whole life, she doesn't deserve to be in it now. Even if she wanted to, Arianna had no idea what she looked like unless her father left a clue.

But before Arianna could ask if her father left a clue on how to find her, she heard a car pull up loudly from across the street and peered through the glass balustrade and saw help had arrived quickly; Marcel's underlings were here.

Damn it.

She had to leave now.

"I'll be back for you," That was a promise. But before she left, Arianna turned back to announce, "And get back with aunt, don't even try to escape this marriage." Getting a divorce was a big privilege for the both of them; the miserable pair deserved each other.

And with that, she was gone.