Heartless Mafia Heir

(Larra's POV) Hiding behind the bookshelves, I heard secretary Ian leave, while Fabio proceeded and sat on his chair in front of his table. “Who's there? How dare you invade my office in the mid-afternoon?! Get out from the bookshelves and show yourself!” he spoke angrily as soon as he sensed he wasn't alone. I really admired this man’s strong senses. When somebody was around or following him, he would know it instantly. I slowly stepped out and walked closer to his chair. When I was finally standing at his back, I gently covered his eyes with my hands, and thus, his anger turned into a loving smile. He knew it was me and I always had the power to turn his mood from bland to being radiant, even brighter than the sun shining outside. “Guess who dared to come to you today…” I sweetly whispered in his ear. He held my hand softly and felt them, pretending as if he was trying to know who was standing at his back by holding the hands covering his eyes, but from the way his lips curved from edge to edge, I knew that he was very well aware it was no other than me—his fiancée. “My Larra…” he mentioned my name with the usual fondness and admiration in his voice. I freed his eyes and my hands went down to his shoulders, giving him a relaxing massage, making him close his eyes because of the tranquility it sent to his body, mind, and soul. "Do you like it?" "Always.” He nodded. “Right there, love. That was so good! More please,” he pleaded with gentleness and love. I smiled and massaged him more. He was softly holding my wrists while I was massaging him, following the traces where my hands would go all over his back. He was always like this—wanting to hold me and making me feel like he wouldn't want to ever let me go, not even a chance, not even for a second… On the other hand, I also wouldn't want to go far away from him. I could not imagine living a life without him. I always wanted to be near to him, being by his side… "You are tiring yourself from too much work!” I started scolding him in a sweet tone, acting as if a loving mom. “I have told you several times that you can stop and rest, at least for a while. Now, you seem stressed because you're too much of a workaholic." He tilted his head, taking it easy. "You know that’s what I am—dedicated to my job. Besides, it's also for our future together, especially when we get married. Anyway, you’re here, and you won’t get tired of giving me a massage whenever I feel exhausted, right?” "Of course! I'm always here for you, my love." The twenty-six-year-old man took a nap while I continued to give him massages. "Love..." he uttered after a few minutes of silence. "Hmmm?" I was taken aback, and I even screeched when he suddenly grabbed my hand and, in one swift motion, dragged me to sit on his lap! "Fabio, what are you doing!" I asked shyly, blushing. When I was about to stand, his arms snaked around my body, cornering me with no plans of letting me go. He stole a quick kiss on my cheek, which shocked me once again, so my eyes widened, and I felt like my face was already burning red with undeniable blushing! "Love!" I chuckled, and then I softly hit his masculine chest. He grinned like a teenage boy and then captured my hand and gave it another kiss. It was like he was getting so addicted to kissing me day by day! As we stopped chuckling, we stared into each other's eyes. He stared at me with an intense gaze, giving out so many emotions, especially affection and warmth. Oh, I could stare at those beautiful eyes and his handsome face forever… But a sudden flash of memory ruined the moment for a bit. Out of the blue, I recalled the bad dream I just had last night… In that dream, I was walking down the aisle in May 2002, wearing my most beautiful wedding gown… Teary-eyed in excitement and anticipation to finally be married to the man I loved the most, I couldn't help but smile and stare at him waiting for me at the altar. I couldn’t figure out why there seemed to be nervousness in my heart between the joy and excitement I felt, but maybe that was how it should be, and it was normal… Looking at him, as I got closer and closer, I could see his face more and more. My fiancé was very handsome. But why was there no single smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed to stare at mine seriously? Maybe he felt just various emotions, and was nervous? But I knew deep inside that he was excited and happy, too! Before I could reach him, he started cutting our distance. I stopped walking. Wait, was he really this excited, and he couldn’t wait for my bridal march to finish, so he himself walked to me? I smiled at the thought. He stopped in front of me… I held his hand, not noticing why his other hand seemed to be hiding something at his back. I was too preoccupied and carried away by the extreme happiness at this moment so I had no time to think about other things. "Love, you can wait, and I’ll eventually come to you. I think you're too excited!” "Yeah, right." He nodded, agreeing. "I'm too excited to do this." Before I could ask what he meant, he brought out the knife he was hiding on his back and stabbed it in my chest! I was so shocked that I wasn’t able to move. I held the part where he stabbed and it was bleeding! One moment he made me feel I was in a cloud nine, but one moment he also made me feel he pushed me to hell by shattering the dreams I built with him. I couldn't understand why he did this. Why did he have to stab me? And to add insult to injury, he did it on the day of our wedding! Helpless and in pain, my tears fell as I looked at him with so many questions in my head. "Why, Fabio? Why?!” He grinned devilishly. Gone with the wind was the caring and loving Fabio I used to know. What was in front of me was a pure devil! I cried and shook my head, refusing to believe that my love could actually hurt me! Thankfully, I woke up, and confirmed that it was just a nightmare! I was sweating and my whole body trembled because of how terrible that was. But I couldn't be more grateful that it turned out to be only a bad dream. A kind of dream I would never want to experience again! “Hey, you seem to be suddenly absentminded. What's wrong? Is there anything bothering you?” Fabio asked me worriedly when he noticed I became quiet. I stared at him. “I had a dream last night which was strange and unusual, and also, scary.” “Tell me about it.” “On the day of our wedding…” I paused. I didn't know how to continue because I was thinking maybe I could offend him. But he was attentive and he was waiting. “On the day of our wedding, what? What happened?” I avoided his eyes and I couldn't help getting sad. “You stabbed me with a knife.” His jaw tightened and he stared at me so seriously. It was as if he was weighing me for something… I looked at him, hopeful this time. “You will not do that to me, right? You will not hurt me, will you?” “Do you think I will?” he asked back. My eyes remained staring into his, and then I cupped his cheek. Closing my eyes tenderly, I kissed his lips. “No. I trust you,” I answered after the kiss. He stared at me intensely and dearly. I felt drowning in the ocean of his warmth, and I absolutely loved this feeling. I wanted to forever stay this way with him… "I love you, Larra Reagan. Forever, you will be the only love in my heart,” he promised. "I love you, too, Fabio Carlos. And there will only be you, my love. Forever.” He held my nape, drew me closer to him, and initiated a deeper kiss. After the kiss, he hugged me tightly. “When blue turns to red and white turns to black, I want you to remember to put always yourself over anything, over love, or even over me, okay?” “Fabio, what do you mean—” When I was about to pull over, he became even more possessive with hugging me, never having plans of letting me go. “Don't ask, Larra. Just agree and follow what I’m telling you. You have to love yourself more than anything in this crazy, cruel world. Live and cherish life for yourself.” I nodded. I loved the fact that while we were about to be blessed with marriage, he still reminded me of the importance of self-love more than anything else. “Even without me or even when the world breaks you, choose yourself. Choose to fight and fight to live. Always keep in mind that at the end of the day, no matter how you rely on others, you will still be your greatest ally among anyone. Anybody could betray you, but never betray yourself for someone, not even for the one that you love…” I smoothly pulled away and stared at his tender face. “Fab, why are you saying these things to me? You're making me a little anxious…” He chuckled and held my hand. “I am not. Our wedding day is approaching, and all I’m saying is that when the time comes that you have to choose between yourself or me, even if I’m about to become your husband, I still want you to choose yourself, Larra.” I could not understand. Why do I have to choose when I can even pick both myself and him with me because we're also about to become a married couple, aren't we? Before I could ask and speak for more, he already claimed my lips. I responded, deepening our intimate bond together…