Chapter 7 Adelina Escobar

• Adelina Escobar
• It was her wedding day.
• The day that Raven Lockheed would get officially married to Ramos Escobar. It was a marriage forged by manipulation – the life of her father was at stake the day she accepted to be a mafia's third wife.
• Raven knew her life wouldn't be the same anymore the instant she'd uttered those two-letter words in front of a priest.
• Heck, do the marriages of mafias involve a priest? — she was oblivious and wanted to remain that way.
• Even the devil could tell how resentful she was about Ramos – he was a man her entire soul, body, and mind loathed passionately, yet she was about to get married to him.
• A sigh escaped the lipstick-covered lips of the upcoming bride. Seated in a spacious room that spelled sheer wealth was a wedding gown-wearing Raven.
• Her already long glossy dark hair got straightened professionally and then sported into a beautiful bun. Afterward, circular dark diamonds were used to adore it, and even a blind man could validate how breathtaking she looked.
• Raven knew how shitty this crap of a wedding would be from the gown Ramos had gotten her – a pitch-black silhouette wedding gown.
• Not like she hated or complained about it – if a choice was given to her this instant, she'd ditch everything and run.
• But alas, what about her father? Mr. Salvador was and would remain the only flickering light in her world of unending darkness.
• “I do this for you, Dad” Her lips moved rather sexily and without trying, her method of speaking seemed coquettish.
• Currently, the bride was alone – she sat on the queen-sized bed, which had a dark duvet spread on.
• Now that she paid more attention to the room, its wallpaper, marble tiles, and ceiling were dark. Perhaps her hunch wasn't wrong – Ramos was a devil because who in their right mind would adore such a color immensely?
• From where Raven sat, the sounds of car engines dying down were heard – surely, the guests were arriving.
• She inhaled softly then exhaled, and it was crazy how the door to the room creaked open. An averagely beautiful lady in her mid-thirties stepped in.
• From a glance, the smell of wealth could be perceived on her body – her outfit, hair, and even composure spoke of sheer money!
• She was Adelina Escobar – the first wife of the shitty geezer Raven hated so. The woman had the piercing eyes of a hawk and without even trying, her eyes could intimidate the faint-hearted.
• But what about someone who was getting forced into an unwanted marriage? Adelina had nothing on Raven, who equally returned an icy glare to her.
• The glamorously designed maxi dress of Adelina swayed sideways as she took steady strides into the room. She halted, retaining a distance between the undeniably gorgeous lady and herself.
• “May I help you, ma'am?” Raven's unbothered tone got Adelina smirking – Ramos wasn't bluffing when he said she was something.
• “Help? Child, which of us needs the help? Me? A successful businesswoman with a child of your age? Or you? The simpleton for a gold digger who easily agreed to marry my husband!” The smirk persisted on her lips, and obviously, it was an angry one.
• To Adelina, Raven wasn't different from the second wife of Ramos – the extravagant and money-spending wench, Lana Escobar.
• It pained Adelina to the very core of her soul; she was the first love of Ramos who stood through thick and thin with him, yet he thoughtlessly got married to someone else.
• Adelina had every right to be angry, bittered, and mean, but not to others because not everyone could stand bullshit – Raven was one of them.
• The unpleasant glare the woman kept sending her way did little or close to no harm to Raven – she doesn't give a fuck in the first place.
• Due to the height of the purely crystallized made heels, Raven's height matched Adelina's. Their orbs radiated one common thing; anger.
• Adelina was vexed at the thought of Ramos bringing someone else into their marriage and Raven, she was angry at the thought of being here.
• Maybe if she could relay that to Adelina, she'd stop glaring murderously at her, then again, Raven was too lazy for such nonsense.
• “Ma'am, I'll advise you strictly on something cause when I get married to this household, you'll need it”
• The sass in her voice was more than enough to provoke a beast, yet Raven simply didn't care. The little distance between them got closed as she took a step forward.
• “You…” Raven's index finger poked Adelina's chest lightly, then locked eyes with her – those russet eyes of hers displayed utter seriousness mixed with hate.
• “… Should better watch over that geezer's meals because I won't and would never give two fucks before poisoning that heartless piece of shit and sending 'em straight to hell where he deserves to be. Okay?”
• Her lips stretched into a pretentiously happy smile before she walked off triumphantly, leaving Adelina speechless.
• Instantly she stepped out of the room and into the spacious yet aesthetically decorated hallway, Raven released a heavy sigh – one which contained sheer anger.
• No one could comprehend her rage, yet that lady had the balls to threaten her? She muttered a few words to calm herself down then glanced at the direction where footsteps were coming from.
• Raven ogled at the three women who were dressed attractively in bridal gowns – oh, these were supposed to be her bridesmaids, right?