Taken By The Mafia Lord

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Arianna clawed at her neck, feeling uncomfortable. It was as if there was this huge lump in her throat and she couldn't gulp it down no matter what.

"W-what?" She croaked.

"If you're going to use the excuse that I didn't let you speak when you wanted to, then you make me a greater fool, Arianna," Even her name lacked the usual affection he normally used. Right now, he sounded pained and disappointed.

He said, "You had ample time to tell me the truth if you wanted to and you of all people knew how critical Elijah's case was. But then you never trusted me, did you? Even when I opened up and never gave you a reason to doubt me, you never returned the gesture. Oh well, look how that turned out great," His tone was laced with sarcasm.

"I'm so sorry, Mar…" Her voice broke at the end as the tears flowed from her eyes, "I should have trusted you, but I was being stupid. You should know that I didn't mean for any of this to happen. However, we can figure it out somehow like we usually do, remember?"

She reminded him of the cases they had worked on together in the past and how they came out victorious, even though the situation this time was different - and serious.

"That is not the end though, I have information that you need to -"

"I'm tired, Arianna," Marcel confessed and she stopped short at the comment. If Arianna's heart had been pounding previously, the rate at which it picked up speed was dangerously close to a heart attack.

She could feel the familiar prickle of fear, an unease that told her that something was terribly wrong. Arianna sniffed, wiping away the tears from her eyes as she asked calmly, "What do you mean by that?"

The anticipation that filled her now was ten times more intense than last night when she was being kidnapped and thought that she would never see him again.

"It's over, Arianna,"

Bam!

It felt like her world came crashing down around her and everything became too much and unbearable.

What do you mean it's over, Marcel? You're not breaking up with me, are you?" Arianna let out a laugh, unwilling to believe that this was the end for them.

"I'm tired of your dishonesty, Arianna. Let's call it quits. Moreover, it's not like we can be together with what happened. This is the end, Arianna."

"No, no, no, this can't be the end!" Arianna shook her head firmly, refusing to believe what she was wearing while Eric and Natalie stood at the corner watching and didn't interfere. They knew not to ruin the moment.

"But you love me, Marcel! How can it be over like this between us?!" She argued with him. No, this was just a bad decision because he was upset over the incident. Arianna couldn't let that happen.

"Of course, I love you! I love you so much that it's driving me crazy to even think about this, but this is for me. I don't trust you any longer, Arianna, and I can't be with someone that I can't even entrust my life to. I guess in the end love is not enough."

"Please, Marcel," Arianna pleaded, having sensed him giving up on them, "You're making a bad decision because you're being emotional. You need to sleep this over with and you'd realize the mistake you're making! Please, Marcel! I can't live without you!"

"No, you can, or else you wouldn't have put me through this." Marcel countered her statement, "We breathe the air because we trust that it's harmless. You can do well without me, Arianna. Moreover, sleeping over this is merely delaying the inevitable. Have a nice life, Arianna."

"Please, don't go, Marcel!" Arianna shouted, but that didn't stop Marcel from hanging up on her.

"No!" Arianna screeched like a banshee, the phone slipped through her hand and fell to the ground. Not that Eric cared about that, his attention was more on the young girl who fell to the ground, bawling her eyes out.

"Arianna!"

Natalie, of course, had to be the one who went over to her and threw her into her arms even though Natalie kept pushing her away.

She didn't want any of them here.

Arianna couldn't breathe, there was this stuffy feeling inside of her that threatened to swallow all of the air inside of her and she clutched onto her chest.

The thought of Marcel ending things with her was like a stab through her heart. He had promised her that they would be together, how could he change his mind that easily?

Arianna wanted to die, the pain was raw. It was all her fault, she should have told Marcel the truth and now it was late. She wanted Marcel back. She still loved him. She was so sorry. If only he could give her one more chance.

"Arianna," Natalie could not stand to see her daughter in this condition even though she had hoped for the both of them to have nothing to do with each other. It was simply a heartbreaking sight.

"Leave me alone! You finally got what you wanted! You should be happy!" She yelled at the woman, trying to pull out of her embrace but her mother was surprisingly strong and she couldn't break away.

"I hate you," Arianna cried out, snot blowing from her nose and onto the woman's arm, not that she noticed. Even if she did notice, Natalie didn't exactly care at that moment.

"I know, I know," Natalie affirmed, still holding onto her daughter. She would rather have Arianna hate her for the rest of her life yet find happiness in the end rather than live miserably with Daniel's scum.

Although it was quite relieving to Natalie that this one broke up with her daughter, unlike his father who held onto her like an obsession. Perhaps, Marcel was different from his father after all… no! Natalie refused to entertain such thoughts.

Father and son were the same.

On the bright side, her daughter was home now and she would shower her with the love she missed out on over the years.