Married With Mr. Mafia

Dead or stay by my side?

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"I said I wanted a divorce! Didn't you hear it!" Gisha's voice echoed throughout the room, loudly voicing his desire. Her panic and fear prompted Gisha to say that, a word she had not dared to speak before. Clearly, as scared as Gisha is now.

"Ah, divorce? Alright." William walked over, standing right in front of Gisha. It seems ordinary, not angry.

"Well, if so now let's take care of this divorce!" Gisha pulls William's hand. Wherever you have to go to the people who deal with divorce.

"But before that my wife, use this and cut your pulse." Will gave me a knife that was still white shiny clean. With a very scary smiling face.

"What?" Gisha looked at William in disbelief, something was wrong right? Gisha must have heard wrong, right?

That clean knife, will it be covered in Gisha's fresh blood?

Gisha holds the knife at Will's insistence. She stared back at her husband, her body trembling, her gaze full of doubt. She didn't believe her husband could behave this harshly? He could not believe, the man who every night praised himself as beautiful, hugging him tightly warmly instead gave a knife with the order of cutting the pulse? Really? William who every night says love asks Gisha to kill himself?

"I wish I had heard wrong, Will." The woman's voice trembled, not much different from her goosebumps, but she still ventured to talk to this person.

"Not wrong. You only have two choices, stay with me, or die? The only freedom you have is death, because while you're alive, you can only be mine, and always be by my side, okay?" Will approaches Gisha, whispering a real cruel and cold sentence. This guy is really crazy.

Gisha was instantly petrified, his body frozen, his fingers hard to move, even his tongue seemed unable to move.

"So, choose my wife. I'm not a selfish person, am I giving you a choice, stay by my side or die? Even until the end of your life your status should still be my wife." This madman said with a crazy smile.

Not a selfish person he said? Giving her a choice she said? Even all the subordinates who witnessed his behavior, already knew that Will was excessive, and this was coercion. But, they were all just subordinates, all of them silent, no one dared to refute William. None, including Fredrin. They just kept silent to see a woman mentally and psychically tortured by the boss.

"What's wrong? Why silent? The knife you've already held. Want me to help you?" Will touches Gisha's hand, guiding the hand holding the knife to slice the other hand.

Prangs!

"No!" Gisha threw the knife away. He rejected William's suggestion to kill himself. Although he was disappointed with life, even though he hated this world, when faced with death, he still wanted to live, ironic right?

"So you still want a divorce?" Will asked again with a smile. Though clearly he had seen his wife who was panicked and almost crazy.

Gisha answered nothing, she just shook her head.

"The answer is less obvious dear."

"No need for divorce ...." Finally Gisha says that, William's version of coercion has succeeded, and Gisha retracts her words for divorce, not that it attracts Gisha's desire to stay away from this madman.

Of course being on William's side right now is really a compulsion, rather than a life of stakes. How to ask for help? Many humans around him were indeed, but all of them were also only subject to William's orders.

The fear enveloped the woman, forcing her to recant her request.

"My wife is wise, you know what the good and bad choices are. Now let's take a break, we'll stay here for a while, until our house is fixed. Sorry, there's a little mess." William smiled amiably, he took a portion of Gisha's random hair, neatly arranged behind her ear.

Everyone just silently lowered their heads, no one dared to raise a voice, let alone to defend Gisha. Even Gisha could only shut up and obey.

Will entered the room, the room was dark, there was only moonlight emanating from outside. Not that the power's off, or the lights are out of order, Will just doesn't want any lights tonight.

He put his wife slowly on the white bed. Simultaneously, he also laid down his body right next to the wife, staring at the frightened woman.

"It hurts?" Will touches the wound softly due to broken glass on Gisha's face.

"It hurts, my hands and feet hurt too." He nodded, complained, tried to shake off his fear, convinced himself, no matter how crazy William was, he was still a human with a heart, perhaps?

"I'm sorry, nothing like this will ever happen again. We're going to the doctor tomorrow, okay?"

"I don't want to go to the doctor, I just want to rest at home."

"Is that so?"

Gisha nodded confidently, she was not in the mood to meet an outsider right now.

"Do you feel I'm a demon? I'm evil? Do you feel like your life is over? Is it over, losing hope? Do you feel bridled by me? It's so hard for you to live as my wife?"

Gisha looked at William deeply. Brave to look at William's retina. "I don't know, sometimes you're nice, sometimes you look really terrible. But it's true, it seems I find it hard to coexist with you, it feels like my freedom was forcibly taken away."

"For you, it's actually all easy, nothing heavy. Either free, or live as my wife. You just stay by my side, live with me, be my wife forever, give birth to our cute kids. Then I'll do anything for you. Whatever you want, Gisha, as long as you stay by my side." Will hugged Gisha tightly, rubbed her face gently, looked into her eyes full of love, or a crazy obsession?

"How can I act as your wife, if you yourself still keep many secrets, secrets that even endanger my life. There was a stone wrapped in a white cloth, the inscription 'return the chip' written in blood, then thrown towards the glass of my room that splashed the glass on my body, and then I was thrown, then there was a lot of noise. I'm scared half to death know! I know your job was originally a danger, right? Giving birth to children? You think they'd be happy living in that dangerous situation?"

"I was wrong ... I'm sorry, but never ask for a divorce. And as for this, this is a fatal mistake from me, I promise I'll fix it, I promise whatever happens, I'll make sure they don't touch you again. So please, stay by my side Gisha. Don't you ever leave me." The tighter Will hugged her, drowning his face in the wife's warm neck. Very warm, William kissed the wound on Gisha's neck.

Gisha knew Will was crying right now, she knew because she could feel his neck being washed with warm water drop by drop. William's precious tears.

"I'm scared ... I didn't originally intend to run away from you, but now I'm afraid of your work." Gisha doesn't know, sometimes Will's honest side is like this, his soft side is pleading, melts Gisha's heart.

"I promise they won't touch you." Will looked deeply into Gisha's eyes, tasting the wound on his cheek.

"But you told me to kill myself, right?" A look of hate was still in Gisha's eyes for the incident earlier.

"You know what I'd do if you really sliced your hand?" William clasped Gisha's hand which was almost cut off earlier.

Gisha shook her head slowly.

"Die with you at that very moment, slicing my hand to the exact length of a wedge like you. Die next to you, so we'll both be together. There's no point in living without you, Gisha. The world without you is but a piece of land under the heavens."

Gisha shuddered in horror, his whole body goosebumps. She doesn't know what feelings Will has for her. Contract wife? Of love? Or is there another word that can describe William's feelings for Gisha?