I accidentally married to a Mafia

Lena shot up from the bed, her fingers gripping the phone tightly.

Her heart pounded as she scrolled through the article, reading every word carefully.

There was no mistake. It clearly stated that she was Alexander Cain's wife.

Her name. His name. Their supposed "marriage."

It was all there in black and white, written with so much certainty that it almost made her doubt herself.

She felt lightheaded.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to message Ryan, but she hesitated.

She typed: "Ryan, what the hell is this?"

Deleted it.

Typed again: "This has to be a mistake, right?"

Deleted that too.

Her hands were shaking. What was she even supposed to say?

Taking a deep breath, she finally typed:

"Ryan… is this legit?"

Before she could even put the phone down, it started ringing.

Ryan.

She answered immediately.

"Lena!" His voice was breathless, filled with disbelief. "What the hell is going on?"

"You tell me!" she snapped. "This article—it's fake, right? Just some stupid gossip?"

Ryan hesitated.

Her stomach twisted.

"Lena, this isn't just some blog post," he said, his voice serious. "It was published by a national news outlet."

Her blood ran cold.

Lena clutched the phone tighter, her breathing uneven.

"This… this has to be some kind of mistake," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan exhaled sharply. "Lena, I need you to stay calm."

"Calm?" she almost laughed, but it came out as a shaky breath. "Ryan, the entire country thinks I'm married to a man I don't even know!"

"I know," he said quickly. "That's why I'm going to find out what's really going on. I'll talk to my sources, check where this news came from. But until then, don't do anything reckless."

Lena shut her eyes, trying to steady herself. "And what if this is real? What if—"

"It won't be," Ryan cut in. "There has to be a reason behind this. Just sit tight, and I'll get back to you."

Lena nodded, even though he couldn't see her.

Her fingers tightened around the phone as she whispered, "Okay."

But deep down, she wasn't sure she'd ever be okay again.

Lena slowly placed her phone on the bedside table, staring blankly at the screen. Her heart was still racing, her mind struggling to make sense of everything.

"This has to be a lie... it has to be."

She tried to convince herself, but the article's words were burned into her mind. Alexander Cain's wife. The pictures. The headlines. The fact that it was national news.

Her head throbbed. Her entire world felt like it was spinning out of control.

She gripped her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. "No… this isn't real. This can't be real."

But the weight of reality pressed down on her. If this was truly a lie, why was the entire world convinced otherwise? Why was her name, her face, attached to one of the most powerful men in the country?

Her hands trembled.

No matter how much she wanted to deny it, something was very, very wrong.

Lena, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions, shut her eyes and let her body sink into the mattress. Sleep came unknowingly, pulling her into a restless slumber.

The sound of her phone vibrating jolted her awake. Groggily, she reached for it, blinking against the morning light. The caller ID made her heart skip a beat—her brother.

Frowning, she quickly answered. "Hello?" Her voice was still heavy with sleep. She sat up straight, gripping the phone tighter.

"I'm coming home," her brother's voice was calm, almost too calm.

Lena frowned. "What? Why? What happened?"

"I just need to be home," he said simply. "And this way, I'll get to see Mom too."

Something about his tone unsettled her. He wasn't panicking. He wasn't angry. He was just... accepting.

Lena inhaled sharply. "Did they tell you why they fired you? Why they took your house?"

Silence.

She waited, her fingers curling into the sheets. "Answer me," she demanded.

But he said nothing.

Lena's heart pounded against her ribs as the gunshots rang through the phone. The sharp, deafening sound sent a shiver down her spine.

Her fingers tightened around the device as she pressed it closer to her ear. "What the hell was that?!" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lena's grip on her phone tightened as she heard the tension in her brother's voice.

"What happened?" she asked urgently, her heart pounding.

There was a pause. The sound of footsteps. Then his voice, low and cautious. "Wait… let me check."

Lena held her breath, listening intently. The background noise on his end was eerily quiet, except for the occasional muffled voices.

Then he spoke again, this time with uncertainty. "There are some men… they look like thugs. I think they're looking for someone."

A chill ran down Lena's spine. "Where are you? Are they talking to you?"

Her brother took a shaky breath. "No… but they're looking around, like they're waiting for someone."

Lena's pulse quickened. Something was very wrong. She could feel it deep in her gut.

"Lock the door. Don't go outside!" she warned, panic creeping into her voice.

But before he could respond, the sudden sound of gunfire ripped through the line.

Lena gasped. "JOHN!!!

Before he could finish, another round of gunfire erupted in the background. He sucked in a breath. "I have to go. I'll call you later."

"No!" Lena screamed. "Don't hang up! Stay on the—"

The call cut off.

Silence.

Lena stared at her phone, her hands shaking.

Her mind raced. Who were those men? What did they want with her brother?

But deep down, she already knew the answer.

Alexander Cain.

Her stomach twisted as a terrifying realization washed over her.

Her accidental husband was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.