Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance)

by Sarah Thorn

  “Hey, don’t just stand there. Look for customers!” The other traders in her group yelled at her as if they were the boss.

  Trembling. She opened her mouth to respond. “Yes, sir.”

  “Hello everyone….. Come and see our cheap products here…. Yooohooo….” She tried her best, but it was not enough. In fact, it was not good at all. This was not a normal market. Professionalism was highly required in this field.

  “What are you doing? That’s not how you call for customers. You’re booing them away.” Nigel told her in a quiet voice.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I-I just don’t know if I can do this any longer. It’s hard.”

  “It’s just in the beginning. You’ll get used to it. Keep on trying.”

  Anton noticed their muttering. It intrigued him. But what got his attention was Tasia. He had never seen her before, and he knew by experience and the way she acted, she was new to this field.

  “Alright. I’ll try again.” She inhaled as she bravely spoke, not wanting to put her cousin in trouble.

  “I’m gonna go now,” Nigel said. “They need me inside. We’re having a meeting.”

  As soon as Anton saw him leave, he raised his foot towards Tasia’s direction. Hands in his pocket, he kept walking as his shoes made ticking noises of a clock. Approaching, she noticed him coming. Her heart gladdened. Finally, a customer who would purchase their products.

  “Hello there, sir. How are you today?” She smiled as if she were a sales lady in a department store.

  He was impressed by her attitude. In his mind, she had a place that could help his business grow. He could use her.

  “What are you selling?” He asked.

  Hearing his voice, she knew he was not an American. His accent was so strong that made her wonder which country he came from. Whenever he spoke a word, she found it cute. His golden brown hair that gleamed by the light of the yellow bulb made him so attractive. She liked brown-headed guys. They were sexy.

  “Are you, ok?” He asked as he noticed her staring at him continuously, following his every move.

  “Ha? Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry.” She stuttered.

  He smiled. Seeing her freak out put a smile on his face. He liked whenever a woman was in a hurry. Her true self came out.

  “We’re selling electronics, sir. The brand new IPhone 6 and 6S are here, look.” She pointed at the mobile phones on the left-hand side.

  He was not genuinely interested in the stuff she was offering. He was more interested in her. He saw a potential in her – something that could benefit him.

  “Let me ask you something. How much do you earn?”

  “Come again?” She asked, surprised to be questioned such a private matter.

  “I didn’t know you’re a bit deaf. I said, how much do you earn?”

  “Sorry, sir. But in this country, privacy matters the most. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to answer your question.”

  Smart woman. He thought. Instead of being annoyed by her rude response, his interest in her grew even larger.

  Recognizing his voice, Nigel came out just to see what was going on. Eyes widened. Heart pumped wildly. He could not believe it.

  “Anton Belinsky?” He was astonished. He’d only seen his photo on T.V as one of the most wanted mafia leaders in the world.

  Anton looked up in wonder of who called his name.

  “It’s you. Oh, goodness gracious me. Is this real?” Nigel asked himself as if he’d seen a celebrity.

  “Who are you?” Anton asked in annoyance. He knew he was popular, but not with guys. He was a straight male.

  “Oh, let me introduce myself. I’m Nigel Smith, from Chicago. I’m her cousin.” He pointed at Tasia.

  She was shocked. What’s going on here?

  Teleporting to her direction, Nigel pulled her in to whisper something that would change Tasia’s life forever. Something that would make her regret about what she said.

  “He’s one of Sekret Rynka’s leaders. He’s from Russia and he’s freaking rich.”

  Her eyes bulged out. Yes, she was convinced she was in a dream. Everything that was happening was unreal and fabricated by the figment of her imagination.

  She laughed. Her white teeth exposed. Her eyes twinkled.

  Anton smiled, finding her reaction amusing. Whatever the boy said to her, it did not matter to him.

  Hearing something funny was going on, every member of Nigel’s team went out to join the conversation, including Big Boy, the boss who was a member of a rival mafia group.

  “What’s going on here?” Big Boy asked.

  After recognizing each other, Anton and Big Boy’s expressions fell in great dismay. Their mafias were not in harmony with each other. In the industry, everyone was so competitive. Greed. Hatred. Fear were the words to describe accurately their memberships.

  “What are you doing here?” Big Boy asked again.

  “I want to buy her. How much?”

  Buy me? Tasia looked around for any woman. She tried her best but found none. Her heart beat raced. Every sprint made her gasp for air. Were they selling her?

  “I don’t sell anything that I own.” Big Boy spat.

  How dare you! I’m not even yours, asshole!

  “$1 Million. Cash.” Anton said stoically.

  “No Deal.”

  Tasia cut in. She couldn’t help but to break her silence. She needed to make sure she was not being sold. Human trafficking was illegal. But in this industry everything was legal. No law. No rule and regulation. Nothing at all. They did as they pleased.

  “Wait….” Before she could even say the next word, one man grabbed her aside by the mouth to keep her from talking.

  “I’m not going to make this any longer. $3 Million. Fixed. Take it or leave it.”

  Big Boy knew that a mafia leader like him never made any joke. They were always serious. Covetousness took over.

  “Deal.”

  What? She thought she was going to pass out. After he had announced that she was sold, every word she heard was like a loud cymbal. What could she do? Just before she started working for Big Boy, she signed a contract allowing him to govern parts of her life in exchange for a large amount of cash. She was heedless that it was going to be this big.

  Mama and Papa, forgive me. I didn’t know what I was doing. Please, help me! She cried.

  Chapter Four

  A bolt of pain struck Tasia’s head. Every nerve in her brain must have been shaken up as she felt so dizzy. Oh, I think I drank too much. She thought.

  As she opened her eyes, she found out she was not in a dream. Not at all.

  Casting the duvet cover away, a cold breeze touched her delicate skin. She looked down. Sure enough, she was naked. She had neither clothes nor underwear.

  “Aaaah…..” She screamed at the top of her voice. She almost reached the dolphin note.

  She heard someone running to her direction. Quickly, she grabbed the duvet back and covered her voluptuous body. Her breasts were quintessentially round. And her nipples were a little darker than her skin tone. Her vagina was impeccably flawless.

  “What’s the matter, ma’am?” The housekeeper asked.

  By the look on her visage, Tasia knew she was a few years older than her. She was twenty-six. The housekeeper must have been in her late twenties to early thirties. She had a great body like her. Only, she was lighter.

  “Where am I?” Taskia asked.

  “You don’t know?”

  “Just tell me!” Tasia yelled.

  She was heedless Anton was just outside listening to their conversation. Before the housekeeper could even open her mouth to explain, he appeared from behind. In an instant, she recognized him from the Black Market.

  “You –“ Tasia accused. Anger and frustration clouded her perception. She could no longer think straight whenever she saw him.

  “Ostavit’ nas v pokoye.” Anton commanded his servant. It was a Russian phrase for leave us alone.

  Tasia hurled the
pillows at him without thinking of what he might do. “You’re a godless man. You’re an animal! How dare you to purchase me, you’re an asshole!”

  “Listen. Please, listen to me.”

  Anton’s words did not pierce through her eardrums. Her ears were shut, disallowing his deception to enter her head. Once was enough.

  “You’re an animal! You’re an animal……” She kept on screaming the same words over and over again.

  Anton must have had enough of her big mouth. He approached her and then grabbed her wrist as he pulled her up, forcing her to stand up.

  Slipping down, the duvet sheet no longer hid her shame as her nakedness revealed itself to his eyes. He’d forgotten she was naked.

  “Hands off me!” She screamed at him while at the same time spat at his face.

  He was shocked. He remembered the day when his father spat in his face for being so weak to endure his oppression. He was a child back then. Now, he was a full grown man.

  “How dare you!” His fist met her face. She was thrown back to the bed.

  Her round bottom faced him. He could see the gap in between her legs that led to her vagina. He felt lecherous to rape her, but he allowed his morals to take over. He did not want to prove to her he was a godless man. If she only knew what he’d been through, maybe then she might have retained her anger a little bit.

  “Look. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to lay my hands on you. I-I was just so… so carried away. Please, forgive me.” He kneeled down.

  She continued sobbing.

  “Please, face me,” He begged. As he stared at her, an unexplainable sadness pinched his heart. Perhaps, he could see himself in her. He was now starting to realize that he was becoming like his father, if not worse.

  Warm. Comfortable. Cosy. It was Anton’s bear coat that curtained her back, preventing her from catching a cold. All of a sudden, she stopped crying.

  On the brink of going far from her room, he heard her voice.

  “Wait,” She said.

  “Yes?”

  “Why? Why did you buy me? Don’t you know my mother is in debt, and she’s going to jail? Maybe she is already.” Her voice croaked.

  “I know.”

  His words hit her ears. It was painful. How did he know?

  “Before I took you here to Russia, I made sure I cleared everything up. Don’t you worry, your mom is fine. She’s no longer in debts. It’s been paid. You can relax now.”

  Russia. Am I in freaking Russia? That was her initial worry. She was miles away from home. But when she heard her mother was fine and no longer in debt, she began to calm down and breathe smoothly.

  She stood up. As her legs stretched out, she made up her mind. It was now time to change. She needed to put her old self away. That girl who was so naïve of her surroundings was dead. She was now a new creature. Bulletproof – nothing to lose. She thought she’d already lost her virginity, so what else could be taken away from her? Her life? She was no longer afraid to die, especially now that she knew her mother was in the good situation.

  “What do you want from me? How could I repay you?” Tasia turned to face him. Hands against her waist as if she was a black wonder woman. Still naked. But fierce.

  “Aren’t you gonna cover your body? Use the duvet, perhaps?” Anton asked.

  “You’ve already taken my virginity. So, what’s the point?”

  “Oh…. No, you’re wrong. I-I didn’t…..”

  Tasia cut in. “Do you have woman’s clothes in your wardrobe? I’m sure you do. You’re a billionaire, right. You could do everything.”

  All of a sudden, Anton felt afraid of what he’d made her become. Who is she?

  Chapter Five

  Hours became days. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. And since then, Anton had never seen the sweet Tasia he once adored. She was a fast learner. Within weeks of watching, she’d mastered everything about the mafia. She became their new rookie. An asset in case their operation failed.

  “Tasia, go and get Anton. Tell him we’re having a meeting within thirty minutes.” Java commanded her.

  Java was the big boss of Sekret rynka. He was the founder and the most flagrant leader. He would spare no one if found guilty of breaching the rules and regulations. He’d done it before, and he would do it again.

  Knock. Knock. Knock. Tasia slammed her fist against Anton’s door.

  No one answered.

  What is he doing? She thought, intrigued by what he was up to. “Hey, dirty monkey. Come out.”

  The longer Tasia stayed with them, the more she became like them. She was beginning to lose her manners.

  Ten minutes of seeking Anton worried her. Although she hated him beyond measure, an inevitable attraction was prominent. Over the past few months, he’d proven himself to be a gentleman. Losing him still scared her. Indeed, she hated him but cared for him at the same time. She was confused. She was in a crazy world of criminals.

  “This is not a good joke, Anton. I command you to come out in this instance!” Tasia said with authority in her voice.

  Realizing the situation was getting serious. She ran out to tell Java. But a mournful voice grabbed her attention. She listened carefully to where it was coming from.

  Is he underneath the bed? But why? She asked herself in great wonder of what he was doing in there.

  “Tasia?” Anton said weakly.

  Pink roses sprung up on her cheeks as she blushed. She couldn’t help herself but to wrap her arms around him and keep him warm. He hugged her back, feeling the tenderness of her body. How he’d wished to do this before.

  “Are you alright?” She asked softly as if she was talking to a child.

  He nodded, assuring her he was fine.

  “Just wait ok. I’m just gonna tell Java that you’re sick. I know he’d understand.”

  But Anton refused to let go of her.

  “Anton, I’m coming back. I promise.”

  Before leaving, she put him first in bed, assuring he was comfortable and well wrapped to trap the hit in his body. Then she went to see Java in the meeting room.

  “I’m going to stand proxy for Anton. He’s sick.”

  “What? Tell him to stop being a pussy and get his ass over here.” Java yelled.

  Everyone was tamed. Except, of course, Tasia.

  “No! He’s sick and under the rules and regulations of Sekret rynka, I commit myself as Anton’s proxy.”

  Everyone laughed. But at the same time, they found her really bold to speak up against the big boss.

  “Just this time, Tasia. You’ve used your luck already. You only get one chance.” Java eyed her creepily, patronizing every nerve of her body.

  But she was not afraid. Not at all.

  “The reason I’ve gathered every leader in this meeting is because…. a member in this table breached a decree. He knows who he is, and he better prepare himself.”

  A man beside Tasia was sweating heavily. Every drop was counted. One by one.

  “Everyone knows that a leader must be committed. And that commitment means putting your life in service. That commitment means giving up ever marrying and having a family.” Java paused and glanced around the table. “But one brave and rather an audacious man tried to raise his foot against us. We all know what the outcome is, right Albert?”

  He was the person beside her.

  “Please, let me explain. I broke up with her long time ago, and she aborted the baby already, so, so ….” He stuttered, trying to find the right words.

  Tassia was getting petrified. She’d never seen this before. Was she regretful of her decision of being his proxy?

  “So, so….? You’re dead.” Java pulled the trigger right through his head.

  Everything happened quickly. It was clean. She did not even realize he was dead already. She was traumatized.

  Java noticed her shaking.

  “Tasia. Get used to this. This is normal. It’s part of your life now. So get over it.”

  ****

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sp; “Tasia? Hey, Tasia. Are you awake?” Anton was trying to wake her up. She was sitting beside his bed, asleep.

  He was now in good condition after she took care of him. It turned out he caught Malaria, the same disease that killed her mother. Without her, he might have lost his life as well. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the warehouse where they stayed. It was a perilous move – something to be taken seriously. They never knew, a medical operator might be a spy, disguised in a white uniform.

  Anton shoved her hair away from her face gently, exposing his naturally tanned face. What he loved the most was her bone structured face. She could be a supermodel, but, for now, she was his role model.

  “I’m so sorry, Tasia. I never meant to take you away from home. I admit I planned to use you to smuggle stuff from America to here, in Russia. But you gave me more than what I wanted. So thank you!”

  With teary eyes, he imparted a mellifluous kiss on her forehead. How he wished to see the soft side of him. A tear fell. It touched her cheek that woke her up.

  “What’s that?” She thought there was a leak in the ceiling.

  Still not in her normal senses, she rose up to see how Anton was doing. Touching his forehead, his hand traveled on top of hers. A chill swam in her spine to her neck. She had goose bumps.

  “Anton?”

  “Tasia…”

  “Oh, thank goodness you’re alright. Are you feeling well now?”

  “Yes. Thanks, Tasia.”

  Dropping down, she embraced him tightly, showing that she had grown to love him.

  They stared at each other in disbelief. Who would have thought that enemies, in the beginning, became lovers at the end?

  Unable to hold back, he pulled her closer to him. Their lips intertwined, sharing their long awaited oneness. Placing his hands on both sides of her face, he kept on devouring her lips. As they exchanged saliva, he began sliding her blouse away.

  She took her blouse off completely. He rose up to help her undo her bra. Sitting on his lap, she offered her neck to be kissed. To her invitation, he helped himself do so. He ran his tongue around her scruff, tasting every flavor of her skin. It was salty, but at the same time sweet and sour. The sensual sensation must have made him imagine all sorts of relishes.