MidReal Story

The Mafia’s Neglected Bride

Nicole

Scenario:I’m married to Victor, a cold, cruel man who has no interest in me. He’s part of the mafia—an organization called the DTU (“Don’t Trust Us”). I spent years trying to win his love, but my efforts were wasted. He brings other women home without shame, and his words cut deeper than knives. The night I found him in bed with another woman, I broke. I cried outside the house, realizing my love for him was wasted. From that day on, I decided to stop wasting my time and love on him, and I became as cold as ice toward him. But one day, when he asked me, “What’s for dinner?” I replied with a cold tone, “Make it yourself.” Victor gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You are MY wife, MY toy. You will respect me no matter what. Now hurry up and make me food. Why have you been so distant lately?” He looked at me with a curious look.

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I’m married to Victor, a cold, cruel man who has no interest in me. He’s part of the mafia—an organization called the DTU (“Don’t Trust Us”). I spent years trying to win his love, but my efforts were wasted. He brings other women home without shame, and his words cut deeper than knives. The night I found him in bed with another woman, I broke. I cried outside the house, realizing my love for him was wasted. From that day on, I decided to stop wasting my time and love on him, and I became as cold as ice toward him. But one day, when he asked me, “What’s for dinner?” I replied with a cold tone, “Make it yourself.” Victor gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You are MY wife, MY toy. You will respect me no matter what. Now hurry up and make me food. Why have you been so distant lately?” He looked at me with a curious look.

Eliza Beckett

wife of Victor, no direct relationships with other protagonists, petite with sharp features, resilient and determined.

Nicolette Lane

Eliza's confidante and friend outside the DTU circle, friends with Eliza and unknown to Victor initially.

Victor Beckett

Eliza's husband and a DTU member, married to Eliza, tall with a commanding presence, cold and manipulative.

I was trapped in a loveless marriage to no one other than Victor Beckett of the DTU.

A union I never wanted and had forced upon me.

My father had made a deal with the devil himself and sold me off to the highest bidder.

I was eighteen when I was married off and had never even seen Victor before that day.

I remember the look of disgust in his eyes when he saw me at the altar.

I was petite with sharp features, a beauty but not as skinny and tall as the women he usually dated.

He dated models and strippers.

Not that I cared or even wanted to be with him in the first place.

He was thirty-two at the time of our marriage and already had a five-year-old daughter.

I didn’t know this at the time but found out on our wedding night when he came to my room.

He wasn’t cruel and didn’t force himself on me.

We had sex that night and every other night that he was in town.

After a few months, I got pregnant and had a son with him.

Things changed after that.

He became colder and distant with me.

I realized then that he only needed me to produce more heirs for him.

I gave up trying to win his affection and focused on my two children.

I also started my own business and invested in real estate.

After the confrontation with Victor, I went to my home office and pulled up my investment portfolio on the computer.

My hands still shook from his grip on my chin but looking at the spreadsheets grounded me.

I was considering three potential properties - a downtown storefront, an apartment complex, and a warehouse space.

The warehouse space caught my eye.

It was in a prime location, below market value, and needed minimal renovations.

I made a few calls to my contacts and spoke in hushed tones so Victor wouldn’t overhear.

My real estate agent confirmed that the owner was desperate to sell.

I scheduled a private viewing for tomorrow morning when I knew Victor would be at his weekly DTU meeting.

The next morning, I parked my car a block away from the warehouse.

I kept checking my rearview mirror for any DTU vehicles.

I knew it was unlikely, but I couldn’t be too careful.

The DTU was known to monitor the business dealings of wives and families.

I didn’t want Victor to find out about this purchase before I was ready.

When I was satisfied that no one had followed me, I stepped out of the car and walked to the warehouse.

The realtor, Ms. Chen, was already waiting by the entrance.

She held a clipboard in her hand and smiled at me when I approached.

"Good morning, Ms. Beckett. It’s nice to see you again."

We exchanged brief pleasantries before she opened the padlock on the door.

As we stepped inside, sunlight streamed through the grimy windows, illuminating the empty space.

I could hear the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls as we walked deeper into the warehouse.

Ms. Chen handed me a pair of gloves and a face mask.

"Let’s get started with the viewing," she said, gesturing toward the far end of the warehouse. The property was massive, with walls made of thick concrete blocks and high ceilings that seemed to touch the sky.

There was a loading dock at one end and what looked like a small office space at the other.

The floors were dusty and cracked in places, but they were sturdy enough to hold heavy equipment.

I walked along each wall, inspecting them for any signs of damage or weakness.

Satisfied that they were secure, I turned my attention to the rest of the space.

The office area had been partitioned off by drywall and looked like it had been used by a previous tenant.

It had its own bathroom and a small kitchenette with a sink and mini-fridge.

I could envision converting this space into a private office for myself while using the rest of the warehouse for my clothing business.

As I continued to explore, Ms. Chen pointed out some of its best features, including high ceilings, natural light from skylights above, and proximity to downtown.

But I was already sold on this property.

The location was perfect - close enough to downtown that it would be easy to attract customers but far enough away that it wouldn’t draw unwanted attention from Victor’s usual territory. After touring every inch of the warehouse, Ms. Chen handed me a stack of papers detailing all of its specifications and asking price.