"Now or Never"

To him the punishment of unfaithfulness was death! "Only death".
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Emilia was laying in bed, straight. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling as if she was deep down in her thoughts.
"Is tomorrow is the day of your freedom Emilia" her inner voice echoed in her ear with a question.
"Of course" she replied to it internally.
"But I don't know why I feel like...I've started to develop feelings for him."
"Whenever he talks to me I always end up blushing like a tomato. Whenever he comes near to me my heart races like crazy. Why?"
"Do I really like him? Is it love?" She asked several questions to her inner voice at once and waited for it to reply back as soon as possible.
A moment after she heard her inner voice echoing again.
"No Emilia no! What is his status and what is yours! If he is sky in wealth you are earth! Don't be greedy! It's not love! You can't root for this unaffordable love!" Her inner voice explained the bitter reality to her.
"But he- he is very caring, loving and polite to me" Emilia debated.
"He sure is! But don't forget this fact as well that, after all this he is still a Mafia! A gangster!" He kills people with no mercy. You don't know how many people must 've been killed by him till now!"
"Don't you remember how mercilessly he killed Franco right before your eyes!"
Emilia was still for a moment after remembering that. It seemed her inner voice had won the debate.
Emilia's lips began to quiver as she was repeating after her inner voice.
"Y- yes! He is a Mafia! A dangerous gangster who would take anyone's life who'd dare to anger him.
"I can't love a gangster! I can't live with the Mafia!"
Now Emilia was determined to leave him behind forever. If he had shown endless love and care towards her in some past days. She had not asked for it!
With these thoughts roaming around in her head she drifted to the heaven-land of sleep.
NEXT DAY
Sun was out for hours and he was still sleeping if she was farming yesterday night.
Rayven slowly knocked at the door several times but...Zzzz.
No response.
So Rayven had to go inside now to check.
"Little one!"
"Oh! So, madam is still sleeping! What a carefree life unlike me" he smiled looking at her as she was sleeping while hugging a pillow.
"I'm freaking jealous of that pillow! How dare he!" Rayven smirked and walked near to her.
He sat down on the bed near to her and slowly pulled away that fluffy pillow from her embrace and threw it in the corner because of his so damn jealousy.
He was not grown enough when it comes to his possessions.
She didn't even budge after he take that pillow away.
"She looked like a fictional fairy to him while sleeping. He couldn't stop smiling.
"Why do I feel like she doesn't love me! Why does her care and love feel pretentious! Why do my guts keep telling me that her love is fake! My little one doesn't actually love me back! His smile faded as these thoughts crawled into his mind.
He leaned a little closer to her face. He was now sad after these thoughts. He wanted to sniff the faint smell of her smooth hair so he could relax.
But right at that moment Emilia's guts made her mind wake up and told her that someone's presence was very close to her so as if on high alert she opened her eyes only to meet his ocean ones.
"Ahhhh..." She screamed watching him this close.
"Whaaaaat! Rayven also couldn't help but to scream at her sudden screaming.
She actually got him off guard so he got puzzled.
It was funny. She was actually the first girl who made him behave this way.
The dangerous Mafia boss who always had enjoyed doing the whole postmortem of his enemy with the laughter of joy. He couldn't control his scream when his girl screamed at him out of the blue.
"Oh, you scared me," she spoke with her hand on her chest.
"You" scared "ME", Emilia! He said in surprise.
"I- by the way, what are you doing here? Emilia asked, raising her brow.
"Me? He asked instead as he was totally busy admiring her morning beauty face.
"No doubt God had taken his time to create her" he thought looking at her.
"Yes you. I am not asking your Angels anyway! She answered back rapidly.
"Well...I came here to wake you up! As you are up now, wash up and come down to breakfast with me! He spoke, normalizing his emotions.
"Why not Mr "Rayven Casper" as it would be my last breakfast here! He thought, snickering internally.
"Emilia? Emilia!...
"Huh"
"What are you thinking about? He asked curiously.
"Er- nothing special" she replied.
Rayven smiled as he placed his big hand on her head and ruffled her hair like a cute child she was.
"Sometimes you behave really strangely. We have got plans today so come down quickly after washing up" his hand reached to her cheek from her head as he said.
"Hm, I'll be down in some minutes" she sounded more excited than him.
He smiled and walked out of the room.
She jumped out of the bed and rushed to the washroom for her morning routine.
Afterwards she happily went down to dining for breakfast, celebrating her freedom in advance.
She was fully determined today.
It was a "Now or Never" situation for her.
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"Can I know what made my little one so happy that she's jumping around?" he asked nonchalantly when he noticed her happiness.
"Nothing. Can't I be happy without a reason?! She exclaimed.
"Why not! I thought it was something special anyway. Let's start breakfast" he said.
"In the afternoon we'll be going shopping okay. Be ready" he informed me in between.
"Okay" she nodded.
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AFTERNOON~
She ran her gaze at the hanged dresses, standing in the dressing room.
"He surely is a fool to take me shopping even after I have plenty of dresses which I haven't even touched," she grinned thinking that he was a fool.
Then she chose a dull green cargo pant and nude color baggy upper to wear with it.
For shoes she intentionally picked the sneakers so she could run easily without any resistance.
Then she began to put on some makeup. It was her last moments here anyway so she wanted to spend it well.
"Little one, are you ready? Rayven asked for the seventh time standing outside the door.
"Why do girls take such time to get ready! He was irritated because he was not habitual about it.
"Yes I am" she answered and finally came out.
"This dress!" He spoke pointing towards her dress.
"What's with this dress?" she asked, confused.
"You are wearing clothes or clothes are wearing you! You- you're looking like a bag in it. I can barely spot your body in this" he said and burst into laughter.
Emilia puffed her cheeks in anger.
"Humph, so what! It's fashionable!" She huffed in anger.
"Oh I see" he spoke as he formed his lips into thin lines to prevent himself from laughing.
He didn't want her to annoy her.
Then they walked outside the mansion.
A splendid Royal Royce in white was standing right in the front with its full grace. Right behind it a cruise in black was standing full of his security guards.
Her eyes widened as it was her very first time seeing a Royal Royce in real life.
But in order to not want to show her amusement to him she closed her mouth.
The corner of his lips twitched as he was quick to notice her amusement anyway.
He started the engine as they both sat in and drove away.
She honestly enjoyed the ride as it was so smooth like butter.
After fifteen minutes of driving max, they were outside their destination.
She lifted her gaze up to look at the place where has to exude her plan.


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