When Love Hurts

Nobody's POV She was born a beautiful baby girl.She grew up beautiful, kind, loving, stubborn and hot-headed, a strange mixture of life and everyone's sunshine.Her bright blue eyes shone bright. Her long dark brunette hair waved in the wind beautifully. Her smile could melt anyone's heart. She was the definition of angel.Her name was Amelie Russo , the Italian Mafia's sweet princess. He was born a handsome baby boy.He grew up devilishly handsome, rude, hateful, stubborn and hot-headed, everyone's boss.His dark brown eyes were cold and scary. His slick dark brunette hair stayed how it should. His smirk could send shivers down anyone's spine, unless he was seducing you. He was the definition of devil.His name was Mathew Dalton, the Russian Mafia's next big ruthless boss. She was ten, when the Italian mafia met with the Russians.He was thirteen when his father invited the Italian mafia to their home for dinner.She was ten when she met Mathew, a rude, cute, smelly big boy.He was thirteen when he met Amelie, an innocent, pretty, annoying little girl.But they became friends. Meeting up very often. She would go to his birthdays and he would go to hers. They aged together but when Mathew's eighteenth birthday came up, she couldn't go and when Amelie turned fifteen he never showed up.Each thought that they hated one another, that's why no one showed up. But what they didn't know , was that dinner party five years before their parents took a decision that Amilie would be the wife for Mathew, a unity of the Italians and Russians, without announcement.For this reason, on Mathew's eighteenth birthday he was no longer allowed to see his future bride for in family traditions, it was forbidden.Now it was time for Amelie's eighteenth birthday, the day that she would find out the truth like Mathew had three years earlier, they were destined to be wed, if they liked it or not......... Amelie's POV. I woke up as the rays of sunshine blinded me through my curtains."Get up! Get up!"My mother squealed, running into my bedroom, three maids following behind."Why?"I asked, shoving my face under my pillow. I wasn't a morning person, at all."Why?! It's your eighteenth birthday!" My mother nearly screamed. Oh. My. God. She was right. I sat up quickly and jumped out of bed.I hugged my mother, squealing. Today I am finally a young woman! We jumped around together when my father walked in."There's my girl!"He said smiling and pulled both of us into a hug.I hugged him back before stepping away."Finally! I'm free!"I exclaimed and my parents glanced at each other.My mother smiled sweetly and led me over to my walk-in closet."Let's find you your birthday dress." She said and I smiled.I looked through my closet and found a new navy blue dress with a cool white vintage design. "I love it," I said to my parents. "Get ready and come for breakfast with your mother" My father said and I nodded. He left my room. Then I sat down in front of the big mirror of my room.My mother curled my hair and did my makeup. I put a dark red lipstick with simple eyeshadow and mascara.I put on my simple black flats then left to go eat my breakfast.My mother stepped down and I raced down the spiralling stairs, but stopped midway.My father was greeting an older man and his wife who had her arm entwined with his.My mother also joined them. I met these people.They stepped out of the way and a ruggedly handsome young man walked in. I knew instantly who he was.He had a small trimmed beard and his hair was slicked back. He had his hands in his pockets. as he looked around the front entrance. He was none other than Mathew Dalton with his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Dalton. My old 'Friend. Why was he here? He missed my three birthdays but he showed up for this one? Sure, I missed his last three but I wasn't allowed to go.I knew he had to be allowed because he was 'The Boss' of everything. He never shut up about it."Amelie!"My father exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I gave a fake smile and pushed my hair back."Yes dad?"I replied, slowly descending the stairs. "You remember the Dalton family?"He asked, resting a hand on my shoulder."Why? Yes, of course. Mr. And Mrs. Dalton, it's so nice to see you again and, of course, Mathew, nice to see you also after three years."I replied, still smiling. Mr. And Mrs. Dalton shook my hand while Mathew stood there with his arms now crossed."Why don't you two go catch up?"My father asked, motioning towards Mathew. I shook my head and my dad became suddenly agitated."I haven't eaten yet. After I eat, we can 'catch up'." I replied and everyone nodded, except for Mathew, who watched me carefully. I stepped away from everyone and left for the dining room.After reaching my room,I brushed my teeth then reapplied my lipstick. I walked out of the bathroom and shut off the lights.Mathew stood outside of it with his arms crossed."Took you long enough." He muttered and I glared at him. He grabbed my hand and I yanked it away.He stared at me doubtfully, then grabbed my hand again, with a deathly grip and brought it over to rest on his arm."Shall we?" He asked and I dug my nails into his flesh."Sure." I replied and we descended down the staircase and out the back door. We both stayed silent and ignored each other."So how's your life?" He asked, breaking the silence."Boring." I replied and he nodded. Everything then fell silent again. "So, eighteen?" He asked, breaking the new silence."Yeah. What makes you? Twenty one now, right?"I replied. He nodded and I sighed. "Why are you here? You missed my other three birthdays but come to this one?"I asked."I can't tell you." He replied and cleared his throat."Fine."I muttered and we kept walking slowly and silently. He didn't seem the same. When we first met, he was sure he was still rude, but now he just seemed plain cold.No hint of him actually caring about my answers in his low voice. No hint of humility. After some time, I sat down next to my father on the couch and sighed. The Daltons were discussing something in the study.Dinner was to be ready soon, they'd been in there since after freaking lunch. "Dad, I still hate him." I muttered and he chuckled, nervously. "Of course you don't dear!"My mother exclaimed nervously, glancing at the closed doors of my parents study where the Russian's were.I narrowed my eyes when the head maid scurried over.``Dinner is served."She said softly then turned away and scurried off.``Amy, get the guests." My father said to my mother.My father got up and took my hand. He rested it on my arm and we left as my mother scurried over to the study. She softly knocked and the door opened, that's all I saw as we turned the corner to the dining room.My father escorted me to my seat and pulled it out. I sat down and he pushed me in.It was my favourite tonight, seafood fettuccini Alfredo with garlic bread.I smiled and my mother walked in, the Daltons behind her. Mathew sat in a seat next to me while his parents sat across from us. My father kept glancing at them all throughout dinner and, finally, Mr. Dalton sighed."We have decided the union is still intact.''He said professionally, and I stopped eating. My parents looked excited, Mathew looked stone-faced and I was confused.``W-what's going on?"I asked and my parents sighed.``You see Amelie, it's arranged for you and Mathew to be wed one week after your eighteenth birthday." My father explained. "WE'RE GETTING MARRIED?!" I screamed, standing up with a shocked face."Yes, Amelie, please sit down." My mother said and I sat back down. I glanced at Mathew , he f*****g knew."You knew." I hissed, pointing at him."I knew since my eighteenth birthday." He replied and my jaw nearly dropped to the freakin, floor."He wasn't allowed to see or tell you. My father added and I glared at them all."I'm supposed to marry him next week?!"I exclaimed and everyone nodded."Unbelievable." I muttered."We are going to start shopping tomorrow, everything else is ready." My mother replied and smiled. She began tearing up and my dad held her hand tightly."I always wanted to go dress shopping for you."She added and I forcefully gave a smile. Be happy. Be happy. Be happy. How was I supposed to be happy?! I was getting married to, him!f**k! I stood up and excused myself from the table. I scurried up to my room and slammed the door shut. I went and threw myself onto my bed.I rested on my back then reached over and grabbed my pillow. I took a deep breath then, at the top of my lungs, I screamed into my pillow.I repeated this process until my throat felt too sore. I threw the pillow away, then stared up at the roof. I hated everything about this. Marriage to a guy I barely knew. I screamed again, regretting it immediately. My door opened suddenly and Mathew stepped in. I got out of bed so I was standing also. "Would you stop your f*****g screaming?! I swear to god if you act like this when we're married-" He began, but I interrupted him."Oh please! You can't even hurt a fly!" I shot back. He chuckled, a low humourless chuckle.He approached me and I stepped away, until my back was pressed against the bed post.His body was inches from mine, trapping me."I've killed people,Amelie. I'm pretty sure there's no exception for a fly, or my fiance."He whispered. What he said sent shivers down my spine.Fucking scary as s**t. But I wasn't going to let him scare me. I glared at him and he studied me.His hand came close to my cheek but he didn't touch it."Unfortunately, I can't touch you until after the wedding." He whispered and I almost let out a sigh of relief."So until then, dear. Here's your ring." He added and handed me a small box. He then turned around and left the room.He shut the door behind him and I opened the box, revealing a beautiful silver diamond band.I slipped it on my finger, then I sighed and crawled into bed.