Forbidden Affair with My Mafia Stepbrother R18-Chapter 150: Fated Pair

I tried my best not to shrink back. I tried so hard to recall Raphael’s words of promise as I tried to push away all doubts that she was trying to plant in my mind. Tears pricked my eyes, but I tried my best to hold them back.

"Raphael and I are the real thing. Our fathers decided this for us a long time ago. We also decided a long time ago to go along with their wishes. You should enjoy yourself while you can because you’re nothing more than a convenient distraction," Rosabella said before she smirked at me.

I was entirely speechless. No matter how much I wanted to tell her that she was mistaken, and that everything she had just said was untrue, I couldn’t bring myself to talk back to her. No words would come out of my mouth, so I found myself just standing there with my mouth clamped shut.

"You know, if I were you, I would go ahead and leave Raphael myself before he leaves me. I mean, you should try your best to save some face, right? It might hurt your pride a little less, if you leave him first before he discards you like you’re worthless garbage," Rosabella advised with widened eyes as if she had the greatest idea.

"You’re wrong. You don’t know him like I do," I managed to mutter.

"I might not know him best, but trust me, I know exactly how this will end for you. Here’s what is going to happen. You’re going to walk away and take your mother along with you. Because if you don’t, I’m going to tell her everything that you’ve been doing behind her back. That you’ve been sleeping around with Raphael although you know very well that he is engaged to me. How will your dear mother even bear to look at you?" she threatened me once again.

My heart sank in a way that I couldn’t even begin to describe. The sick feeling that grew in the pit of my stomach felt so horrid that it made me want to run away and hide.

"I’m willing to give you one week. No more. One week to leave Raphael for good. One week to save yourself and your poor mother. Think properly and act wisely. Choose what is best for you before you force me to ruin you myself," Rosabella warned.

"Raphael won’t leave me..." I whispered defiantly.

Rosabella simply heaved a sigh as she shook her head slowly from side to side. She looked like a mother that was sorely disappointed in her own child.

"Then why hasn’t he called off the wedding?" Rosabelle asked.

A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn’t bring myself to answer. It was simply because I didn’t know what to say to her as a comeback. At the back of my mind, I had been wondering the same thing over and over although I didn’t want to admit that it was bothering me. I had already realized even before Rosabella pointed it out to my face that despite all of his words of promises, Raphael had not called off his wedding to Rosabella. The wedding was still on, and it was just around the corner. Preparations were still being made. Everyone was looking forward to this celebratory event.

"Oh, here you are. Abigail, are you feeling alright?" my mother asked from behind us.

"Fine. I’m just fine," I replied before trying my best to smile at my mother.

"Rosabella quickly came to see you in my place. Well, I picked out some lace in her place just as she asked me to," my mother explained with a cheerful smile.

"She’s fine. She was just a little overwhelmed with all the choices available and the decisions that needed to be made. I guess it can happen, right? Weddings can do that to someone, can’t they?" Rosabella replied smoothly.

"Of course. I am sure that this wedding is going to be a blast. I can’t wait for your big day, Rosabella!" my mother said joyfully.

"Thank you so much!" Rosabella replied gleefully before wrapping her arms around my mother.

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By the time that we made it back to the mansion from the shopping trip, my head was pounding so hard as if it was ready to explode. My mother couldn’t stop going on about how sweet Rosabella was, how perfect she was, and how lucky Raphael was to be marrying her. She sounded like Raphael’s mother, who was looking forward to welcoming Rosabella to the family. I just wanted to roll my eyes at her in disgust, but I couldn’t blame her for acting so nice given the fact that she had no idea what Rosabella was truly like or what was truly going on.

After quickly excusing myself so that I could finally be alone, I pulled out my phone and called Raphael. My hands were shaking as I pressed my phone to the side of my face. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Raphael to answer my call.

"Abigail. Is something the matter?" he asked as if he could sense my distress.

"I need to see you. Right now..." I replied in a breathless whisper.

"Where?" he asked without any hesitation.

"Somewhere we can be alone," I requested.

"The old library. It’s on the estate but is rarely used at all. No one will disturb us there," Raphael replied without taking much time to think.

"I think I know where it is," I replied.

"Good. I’ll see you there in about an hour," Raphael promised, his voice steady and reassuring.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt so thankful that he was always there for me. It made me feel less alone and made me believe that I could depend on him. Everything that Rosabella said to me burned in the back of my mind over and over again as time seemed to tick by so painfully slowly. Although I knew that it was only an hour, it felt like a lifetime had passed by the time that Raphael turned up at our appointed place.