The Gangster's wife (When love crosses boundaries)

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In the sprawling mansion, the afternoon sun bathed the gigantic dining space in a warm, golden glow, casting an ethereal shimmer on every surface. The exquisitely luxurious surroundings spoke of opulence and power. The grand dining table, adorned with intricately designed silverware and crystal goblets, could easily accommodate a royal banquet. Phoenix sat alone, the enormity of the room accentuating her solitude.

Her delicate, porcelain features were framed by cascading chestnut hair, and her emerald eyes seemed to reflect the grandeur of her surroundings. She took a languid bite of the gourmet meal before her, every dish meticulously prepared by a team of culinary experts. It was a taste of extravagance that had become her daily reality.

As she savored the flavors, a shadow fell over her, a presence that she hadn't anticipated. She looked up, her eyes widening in confusion and perhaps a hint of trepidation. It was him, the man she had loved and lost,

"Drew?" she stammered, her voice a mix of surprise and unease.

He moved swiftly, his aggressiveness palpable as he reached across the table and pulled her up from her chair with a force that left her breathless. The air in the room seemed to shift, charged with a volatile energy.

"Drew, what are you doing here?" Phoenix questioned, her voice trembling as she gazed into his intense eyes. The mix of emotions that swirled in her mind left her perplexed.

His grip on her was unyielding, his dominant presence making her feel small and vulnerable. She knew that the man before her was capable of both ruthless cruelty and unwavering passion. His aggression, however, was a puzzle she couldn't decipher.

Phoenix attempted to push him away, her hands trembling with a mixture of confusion and fear. But his grip was unrelenting, his fingers like steel bands around her delicate wrists. Her voice trembled as she implored, "Drew, please, let me go. You're hurting me."

Drew's eyes bore into hers, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Hurting you, am I?" He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against her skin. "You never complained or screamed about the pain I gave you three years back. And now you're screaming over such a small pain?"

As he spoke, Phoenix's eyes began to smolder with a fire that he had witnessed before. She remembered the torment of their past, the decisions that had torn them apart, and the pain that had seared her soul. The memories of that time were etched into her very being, and they had left scars that would never truly heal.

Drew's sinister smile did little to mask the malice in his eyes. With each word he spoke, he seemed intent on unlocking the doors to Phoenix's painful past, forcing her to revisit the agony she had longed to forget.

"Remember that day, Phoenix?" Drew's voice was a venomous whisper, his words like daggers. "You were such a beautiful bride. The world saw the stunning gown, the radiant smile. But you, my dear, you knew the truth."

Phoenix felt a shiver run down her spine as Drew's words dragged her back to that fateful day. The grandeur of her bridal attire had been nothing but a facade, a mask to conceal the turmoil in her heart. She had stood alone, a vision of beauty, but the brook of pain within her had been relentless.

Her fingers, encased in a pair of pristine white gloves, had trembled as she clutched the bouquet of flowers. Each petal had been like a piece of her fragile dreams, slipping from her grasp, just as the promises of a blissful future had crumbled away.

Drew continued, his tone cruel and relentless. "You walked down the aisle, every step a torment, every smile a lie. The world saw a bride, but I saw the pain in your eyes."

Phoenix's gaze remained locked with Drew's, a battle of wills between them. The wounds of the past, the memories of that day, were ripped open, and she couldn't escape the vivid images that played in her mind.

"You were a broken bride," Drew taunted, "a bride who had lost her groom, her love. A bride who was forced to wear a gown of misery."

As Drew's words echoed in the room, Phoenix's eyes blazed with an inner fire, the torment of the past turning into a fierce determination. Her throat tightened with the anguish of the memories, but she refused to succumb to Drew's cruel manipulation.

She began to pull herself away from Drew, her teeth clenched in a show of resilience. But his grip, unyielding and merciless, held her in place. It was as though he wanted to ensure that she couldn't escape the painful past he was resurrecting.

"Are you not able to handle the fact that I am your brother's wife now?" Phoenix questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration.

Drew's reaction was instantaneous. He was furious, his eyes narrowing with rage. The mention of Siddharth, the one person who had brought a semblance of happiness into her life, seemed to be the catalyst for his wrath.

"Handle it?" Drew hissed, his voice a venomous snarl. "Do you think I care about who you've chosen to be with? You're mine, Phoenix, and no one else can change that."

Phoenix's own fury ignited in response to his words, and she decided to deliver a retort that would cut deep. "You're nothing but a shadow of the man I once loved. A pathetic ghost clinging to a past that's long gone. You're incapable of feeling anything but your own twisted desires."

Her words hit their mark, and Drew's anger flared into a blazing inferno. He tightened his grip on her even more, a possessive force that left no room for escape.

In the midst of the intense confrontation between Phoenix and Drew, Siddharth suddenly entered the room, a ray of warmth and genuine affection in stark contrast to the tension that had gripped the atmosphere.

"Siddharth!" Phoenix exclaimed, her eyes momentarily meeting Drew's with a look of triumph. It was a silent checkmate, a small victory over the past that continued to haunt her.

Siddharth's attention was immediately drawn to Phoenix, and as he moved closer, he extended a loving hand to her, his gaze filled with concern.

Siddharth's voice was filled with genuine affection as he addressed Phoenix, "Are you alright, my love? I sensed that something was amiss."

Phoenix nodded, her eyes briefly meeting Drew's before she focused on Siddharth. "I'm fine, Siddharth. Just a bit overwhelmed."

Siddharth's joy was evident as he saw his elder brother. He rushed to Drew, his face lighting up, and enveloped him in a heartfelt embrace. "Drew, I've missed you, brother!" Siddharth's voice held genuine warmth.

Drew reciprocated the hug, a rare show of affection that masked the complexities of their relationship. "Maybe I missed you too," he replied, his tone hinting at a reconciliation that had long been overdue.

Siddharth's joy turned into a gentle complaint as he said, "You can't just disappear like that, Drew. Phoenix and I were worried sick when you left without a word. We're family, and we need to stick together, especially now."

Drew nodded in understanding, a hint of clarities in his eyes. "I know, Sid. I... I needed some time to clear my head. But I promise, I won't just vanish like that again. We're family, and I'll be here when you need me."

Siddharth's face lit up with a bright smile, relieved that his elder brother was willing to stay. "That's all I wanted to hear, Drew. Come, let's have lunch."

Drew hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed, unable to resist Siddharth's infectious enthusiasm. They started walking toward the dining seats, but before they could take more than a few steps, Phoenix moved away from the group, her eyes avoiding Drew's gaze.

Siddharth noticed the tension between his wife and his brother, and he turned to Phoenix with a concerned expression. "Phoenix, is everything alright?"

She sighed, her voice heavy with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "I am done, Siddharth. I'll see you later." With those words, she walked away, leaving the two brothers alone.

As Phoenix departed, Drew and Siddharth exchanged a fleeting, loaded glance.

As Phoenix departed, Siddharth (Sid) smiled and turned to Drew, his expression warm and understanding. "You know, Drew, I don't need to explain or apologize for her irritation, especially to you. You're well experienced in her case."

Drew chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in his smile. "You're right, Sid. She has changed in many ways, but her annoyance hasn't changed a bit. She still behaves like a little kid at times."

Siddharth playfully pulled Drew's leg, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm burning now, you know? I don't want anyone to have so much knowledge about my wife."

The word "wife" hit Drew like a dagger, a stark reminder that Phoenix was no longer his. In that moment, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He began a self-talk, his thoughts a mix of determination and acceptance.

I can't snatch my brother's happiness. I can't just pull Phoenix away from him. She chose him, and I need to respect their choice. It's time for me to find my own path , even if it means letting go of the past but how could I just ignore her hidden agenda of why she married Sid ? And her baby ?

In the dimly lit Phoenix Room, her presence was like a blazing fire, a force of nature that couldn't be tamed. She stood there, her eyes ablaze with a fury that seemed to consume her from within. It was as if the betrayal Drew had inflicted upon her three years ago had ignited a permanent inferno deep in her soul.

My world is ablaze. Flames dance within me, a roaring inferno that threatens to consume everything in its path. Three years have passed, but the scars Drew left on my soul still smolder. I won't forget how his betrayal shattered me, how I lost everything that ever mattered.

I pace the Room, my sanctuary and my prison. My eyes lock onto the flickering flames in the hearth, mirroring the fiery turmoil within me. I clench my fists, feeling the heat radiate from my core. I won't let Drew manipulate me again.

"No, not this time," I whisper through gritted teeth. "I won't be a pawn in his game any longer. I won't let him extinguish the fire that burns within me."

The mirror reflects my image, but it's not me. It's a creature of rage and power, a manifestation of all I've become. My fiery hair whips around me like a living beast, a crown of flames fit for a queen of destruction.

I continue to pace, the red-hot embers of anger smoldering in my eyes. "He thought he could break me. He thought he could strip me of my power. But he underestimated the inferno that resides in me."

I clench my jaw, my voice rising. "I won't let his memory haunt me any longer. I'll rise from the ashes of his betrayal and become stronger than ever. I am the embodiment of fire, and I won't let anyone douse my flames."

The room trembles as I release my pent-up fury, the very walls seemingly alive with the intensity of my emotions. I breathe in, my chest heaving, and then I exhale a stream of scorching air that fills the room.

"I am Phoenix," I declare, my eyes blazing with resolve. "And I will burn brighter and hotter than ever before. Drew may have wounded me, but he will never again control me. I am the master of my destiny, and I will rise from the ashes of his betrayal."

The room falls silent, the fire within me now a controlled blaze, a force to be reckoned with.

The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the Room. I stand before the mirror, ready for the evening that lies ahead. My outfit is a masterpiece of elegance, designed to make a statement. The dress clings to my curves, shimmering like molten gold, with a daring slit that reveals just enough leg to keep them guessing.

As I descend the grand spiral staircase, the soft, dulcet tones of a piano serenade my every step. My heels click on the marble floor like the ticking of a clock, each step a countdown to a night of possibilities.

Drew, in his exquisitely beautiful living space, stands near the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the city below. His voice on the call fades into the background as his eyes lock onto me, and he's drawn into my orbit.

He watches me in a way that speaks of longing, a yearning he can't conceal. It's as though he's seeing me for the first time, and in his eyes, there's a mixture of awe and desire, a subtle admission of feelings he's struggled to suppress.

I feel his gaze, an electric current that courses through me, igniting a fire within that rivals the one I'd embraced earlier. A silent connection forms between us, one that neither of us can deny. Our history, our shared pain, and our unresolved feelings hang in the air like a charged melody.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I meet his gaze head-on, my eyes reflecting my own emotions. In that moment, we're both aware that the past can't be erased, and the fiery connection between us can't be denied either,

As I reach the ground floor, Drew can no longer contain his curiosity. He ends the call and strides toward me, determination etched on his face. "Where are you going?" he demands, his voice sharp and laced with an urgency he can no longer hide.

I pause, my eyes locking onto his with an arrogant demeanor. The embers of our shared past, the wounds that have yet to heal, are all too evident in our silent exchange. "You shouldn't be concerned about my whereabouts, Drew," I reply coolly, my words dripping with disdain. "Sid knows where I'm going and when I'll return."

Drew's eyes flare with fury. He's not one to be trifled with, a powerful figure in the dark world of Mexican fire. The entire country trembles at his name, and yet, here I stand, defying him with a confidence that he finds maddening.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds," Drew hisses, his voice low and dangerous. "You may have a new life now, but you forget who I am, what I'm capable of."

I tilt my head defiantly, the fire in my eyes unyielding. " Who can know you better than me what you are capable of doing? Drew, but you're not the one who controls my fate anymore. My life belongs to me and Sid now."