Married to my nemesis

Sounds of thunder clattered in the sky, gray atmosphere at night to disperse and feel remorse, but no, it wasn't time. 

The droplets of rain flooded like a waterfall, destroying the products of the air, and a severe cold breeze added to the savage moment. Held by my arms with coercion, I was taken to the courtyard of the house. 

I was numb and defeated.

Fallen to my knees, I was made inferior in front of my nemesis, Vixen Joe. 

A young man, twenty-three years old, who rules the Mafia world, well known as THE MAFIA KING. 

Our story goes a long way back, but this revenge all started because of his betrayal when he killed my father, who was his master, just to become the king of the Mafia world. 

I was to rule my father's business, but then he ended up getting the chance to take over instead. 

After the investigation discovered his sins, I vowed to kill him the next time I met with him, but now I have become a coward, a victim of my revenge. 

I was weak from the fight; I'd killed twenty-seven of his men that night, but now, what was the use when I only ended up kneeling at his feet? 

I stayedconfident, ready for what was next I raised my head diligently even if I shot deadshot gazes at him. 

He scorned seeing me in the current position. 

"After a lot of your battle and revenge, look at where you've ended up. The great daughter of Roberto Lane Marvel has been defeated, and she has been made to fall at the feet of Vixen Joe," he spoke in the accomplishment of his victory coming out of the black car as one of his men held a black umbrella to shield him from the rain. 

His hands were pocketed; he looked like royalty, but then there was depreciation from my side. 

"Why are you giving introductions? Isn't it a waste of time? Go ahead with what you want to do because I don't have time to squander; go straight to what you came here for." I said contemptible. 

I could feel his burning anger that was venting because of my reaction even at my demise, but I couldn't care less. 

"Do you think you've won?" I asked as a devilish smile crept on his lips. 

"You're still arrogant even at your downfall. You're your father's daughter after all." He chortles. 

My whole body rolled up in disgust just staring at his countenance. He wore shades to prevent his appearance from getting stained by the rain, covering a bit of his face. 

I could imagine every bit of his appearance, from his pale skin, and his hazelnut eyes, to his shaped bridged nose, his small lip, and his v-shaped jawline all at once made the man who was my greatest adversary.

The droplets of rainfall shower a bit of his hair as he got soaked letting his shoulder-length hair fall through in a thin strap. 

He stood there 183cm tall, proudly standing like he possessed the world. 

Dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, it gave a mixture like he came to mourn and feel remorse for my downfall. 

Such a motherf*cker.

My whole body was venting from his appearance I gave disperse to every countenance of his, to be truthful. His appearance was in no compare between him and my least beautiful dog. 

"You're the king of the Mafia world after all, I can't behave indecently like you've taken everything from me. Even after your betrayal, killing my father. Isn't it remorse that you became troubled because of the daughter he has," I spoke trying to fuel his anger. 

"You don't know what you're talking about," he said curtly, but

I scoffed. 

"Oh really, I'm so ignorant? All the evidence was pinned on you and now you're trying to deny your crimes. First, you killed your master and now— please tell me the difference. Secondly just like before you'll do exactly as what you did to my father right? You would take my body like how you took my father's body and didn't allow us to bury the body you've killed?!! You know what, I wish the reporters, journalists, and media outlets were here so they could broadcast the biggest news on the planet. The news about your sins and then, on every TV, everywhere it appears on every screen about your true colors," I shrieked. 

"Pick her up, I don't want to hear her anymore, or else I might do something I'll regret," he spoke coldly about leaving but I wasn't done— I couldn't leave without igniting that fire. 

"Wow, the so-called king of the Mafia world is running away in fear. Be a man and not a coward!!" I lashed feeling his men haul me by the arms. 

"You know what? Is such a pity that we took you in, is a pity my father took you in just to save your asshole brother!" Saying it, it seemed to hit the right spot as he turned around to shoot his gun. 

"Uhhhh!" I growled feeling the penetration of the bullet through my skin. 

I spout out blood feeling uneasy, the pain was killing me, a penetration through my navel, I slowly declined my head to see the hole in my stomach, the blood dropped down along with the rain flooding down to the ground. 

My eyes blurry and unclear, I raised my head to see the man who caused it, the burden so unbearable, I wished to see his satisfied face but when I observed— he had a scowl on his face. 

I forced myself to place a small smile on my face, I wasn't going to die as a loser.

Whatever this meant, I was going to endure it. 

Observe the torture—dieing in front of my enemy. 

Why was he frowning? 

Wasn't it what he wanted? 

My eyes slowly declined to see the gun in his hand—that same gun— 

That gun and those hands of his were the same hands that he used to betray his master and just like before, he's proven his capability. 

He left no stone unturned. 

"This wouldn't be the end of you, Vixen. I promise you, there will be someone who will avenge the death of my father and kill you all bastards responsible for the death of my father. You all will be punished; you'll beg for mercy as you slowly die, but you won't receive one; day by day, you'll curse your existence and everything you have." 

I couldn't yell; the pain was unbearable I struggled with my speech, mumbling my lips, I felt the push, the collapse, and then I fell on my stomach. 

I held it in, fell flat on my face, my belly mixed with the water on the ground and my eyes heavy. 

My breath became unsteady, I watched the scene from the ground, the raindrops that fell slowly, the scene feeling serene; it was time to go. 

I struggled to palm the smile despite the defeat, so this was the end of me. 

I couldn't fulfill my promise, and I wasn't able to avenge or kill the person who had my father killed.

If I could just make a last wish, then it wouldn't be anything other than revenge. 

Someone who will come and take revenge for me, destroy the people who killed my father, and most especially Vixen. 

I want him to fall on his face right in front of his enemies, I want him to feel defeated and unrecoverable from his downfall. 

I could feel my breath becoming heavier and then lastly, my lashes weakened slowly but I struggled to give the last call. 

It was time to go. 

Oh, world—

At last, this is a goodbye to everything, goodbye to the people I love, and lastly— 

Goodbye to the broken promises.

*****

"Enim, wake up now; you still have work to do; five men have already ordered, Enim. We can't afford to waste time now." 

I could hear a faint voice say as I gradually opened my eyes, dazzled by the light that emitted. 

From sight, I imagined to see angels, but wardrobes and a dresser? 

I was on the bed, directed to stare at the wall of the room; it had a dark blue color with different posters of women on the wall. 

This wasn't my room. 

I frowned. Where was I?

Wasn't I supposed to be dead?

But why? 

Why was I in this room still alive? 

"Enim, wake up now; you don't need to sleep any further; go pick a dress, then you do your job. Does it have to take you any longer?" 

Hearing the feminine voice, I sat on the bed. Why was she calling me Enim? 

She constantly called me by that name as though she knew me, but I hadn't seen her before. 

She walked up and down the room like she was searching for something as she picked some clothes.

Dressed in pajamas with a Mickey Mouse pattern design on the cloth, she had a messy tied hair bun, was fair-skinned, 173 cm tall, slightly lean but chubby, black eyes, a straightened nose, pink plump lips, had several ears piercing on her ear, and a small tattoo on her eyebrow. 

"Enim, was it because of the accident? Don't worry yourself; it's a miracle that you're still alive. The doctor was stunned that you were still in perfect condition. But you know, Boss, she wouldn't take it easy with you, especially when her customers are still out there waiting for you. Get changed now. I heard the order that was placed on you was a big amount of money. So I request of you, please give the man a good time, even though it has to be that you would do twenty rounds of s*x with the man. You have to remember your sick mother. It is a miracle you survived the accident, or else who will be taking care of your mother?" She blabbered, and I was confused. 

"Accident?" She paused what she was looking for as she turned to me. I could see she was surprised by the question I asked, and for a moment she stared at me with a confused expression before she chuckled. 

"Enim, what are you saying? Don't be funny, common get u-" 

"No, I'm not being funny. Why are you calling me by that name? I'm not Enim," I protested but she still looked at me confused, like I'd lost my mind. 

"Oh, so you're saying the truth?" She grabbed me by the wrist, getting me out of the bed, I wanted to fling her hand away from mine but just as I was about to, she stopped, a mirror in front of us. 

"Here, look, that's Enim Zoon, the world-class prostitute in this brothel, the woman who has trapped so many men just to have s*x with you." 

I stared at the mirror, I was stunned by the new appearance, and so was my voice; it became thinner than before. 

Why didn't I realize this? 

Did I transmigrate into the body of a prostitute? 

Wait, was this possible?