Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel was devastated. No, he was emotionally wrecked. Every word his father said to him tonight just kept playing in a loop in his mind and wouldn't stop.

[Natalie Valeria was my lover]

[She was the one that I loved]

[Just like you never wanted to marry Clara, I never wanted your mother]

And the third one was the one that hurt the most.

Had his mother always known that Daniel never loved her? Had the poor woman known her best friend was the one in her husband's heart yet endured everything?

Deep down, Marcel knew that some things didn't make sense and his father had not told him everything, such as the reason he had faked both of their deaths. He had read it in that newspaper.

Had the bastard decided to keep both women? More like Natalie. Marcel had a feeling that the only reason his poor mother was kept alive was probably because Daniel knew she was carrying his child.

Just how did his mother turn up pregnant if Natalie was the woman he loved and wanted to be with? Had Daniel abused his mother? Marcel knew deep down his father was capable of anything.

Had his mother lived with the knowledge that she was merely here to serve as his baby maker all these years? Had Daniel been seeing Natalie while his mother suffered?!

There were just so many questions in his head with limited answers and it was very frustrating. He wanted to know more. Marcel wanted to know how much his mother had suffered in Daniel's hands, it was tearing him apart to be in the dark! He was bloodthirsty for revenge. He wanted justice for his mother.

Was Natalie the reason why his mother had to suffer? Marcel wanted something to believe in - someone to blame for all of his misfortunes. Had she known everything and yet did nothing while her friend suffered?

However, from his finding so far, Natalie seems to be running away from that monster too. She shot Daniel and almost took his life. Logic was telling him that the woman doesn't seem to be guilty, but grief blinded him that he couldn't see the truth staring right at his face. All Marcel could think about was the fact that he was in love with the daughter of the woman who ruined his mother's life.

His mother must be disappointed in him whenever she is right now. He bet that she wasn't even resting in peace as he previously thought. How could she? After everything that happened.

Yet even amid the bitterness growing in his heart, Arianna's beautiful face and her red hair still flashed in his mind, and like a ray of sunshine, melting away that bitterness.

He couldn't hate her, as much as he wanted to. She was the daughter of that woman that put his mother in that condition yet he couldn't stop loving her. God, what a pathetic fool he was!

So Marcel resorted to drinking to drown his sorrow. He was sitting down beside his mother's grave late at night with empty bottles of alcohol beside him. He was so conflicted and so confused, the guilt inside of him turning him into a sobbing mess.

A rational part of Marcel told him that he shouldn't trust all of Daniel's words and this might as well be his plot to separate him from Arianna. However, with emotions this raw eating him up from the inside, he couldn't listen. No, Marcel didn't want to listen. There was no bypassing the truth. He failed his mother.

He let Chloe be taken away.

And now, he fell in love with the daughter of that woman. The woman who abandoned his mother and let her live in suffering with Daniel. But then, it wasn't like there was anything Natalie could do against someone like Daniel. But Marcel shut out the voice of reasoning in his head. Blaming Natalie for what happened felt much better.

Drinking the last bottle, Marcel threw himself on the ground, crawled to the front of his mother's grave, and knelt, crying, "I am sorry. This son of yours is so useless,"

"Marcel!" Victor finally found him and ran over to his cousin who was drunk out of his mind. Even at that, Marcel didn't turn to look at him and only kept crying.

"Seriously, damn it, man!" Victor cursed under his breath as he lifted Marcel to his feet. Between the both of them, Marcel had always been the mature and stronger one, hence it was a huge surprise to see him getting wasted like this. However, whatever happened, Victor knew it was serious and had to do with his mother. Marcel's only weak point - well, not anymore, with Arianna's arrival - was his mother.

It took a lot of effort and time but Victor took him to his place and cleaned him up. The fool had rolled around in the dust and dirtied himself. By the time Victor was done turning him into a normal human being, Marcel was sober.

And the first word he said to him after spending his time and energy to make him decent was,

"I'm returning to the base,"

Of course, no thank you for turning you from the pig you choose to be into a sensible human once again, you're very much welcome!

Every effort Victor made to know what was going on with him proved abortive. Marcel wouldn't open up and so he let him go. Until Marcel was ready to talk, he wouldn't get anything from him.

Marcel was back to his senses by the time he arrived at the base and it was two at night. He knew Arianna was asleep by now, which made it all better because he was not ready to face her. But then, there she was on the sofa when he stepped into the living room and his heart skipped a beat.

The position she was lying in was uncomfortable, but Marcel hardened his heart, she was the one who decided to lay there so it wasn't his business. However, he didn't take two steps further before he retraced his step and went over to the sofa and picked her up.

Marcel refused to look at her as he took her to her room. She was the daughter of that woman and doesn't deserve his empathy. He got into her room and was about to place her on the bed when Arianna finally stirred and woke up.

Damn it.

"M-Marcel?" Arianna croaked, surprised to see him. She got off his body at once and began to examine him, "Seriously, do you know how worried I was -" That was when she noticed something was off.

Arianna stared at his face, his eyes were red and swollen. Her brows furrowed at once, "Marcel, what happened to -"

Marcel crushed his lips on hers and kissed her hard.

Honestly, he only wanted to shut her up so she didn't ask any questions, but when Marcel started, he couldn't stop anymore. He wanted more. He needed her to cure the aching pain in his heart.

That night, Arianna let Marcel have his way with her and though he was rough and hurt her unintentionally at a point, she still didn't complain and endured it all. She had a feeling that something was wrong with Marcel and if having her body would make him feel better. Then so be it. She let him dominate and take everything he wanted from her.