Married to My Enemy Chapter 2: Dance with the Devil’s Enemy

[Setting: Mafia Gala – Grand Brando Ballroom, next night. Velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, masks, and black suits. Everyone is watching Zoya—the girl who married the devil.]

Whispers in the crowd:

women

“That’s Dominic Brando’s wife.” “Didn’t she set his bed on fire last night?” “She’s either mad… or lethal.”

[Dominic watches from the balcony above—jaw clenched, drink untouched, eyes locked on her like a sniper.]

[Enter: Rivan Moretti – Dominic’s sworn enemy. Silver suit, dangerous smile, and interest gleaming in his eyes.]

Rivan Moretti

(offering hand): "Care to dance, Mrs. Brando?"

zoya sharma

Zoya (smiling, gaze flickering to Dominic above): "Only if you don’t mind fire, Mr. Moretti."

[They move to the center. A tango begins—sharp, seductive, deadly. Zoya’s hand on Rivan’s chest. Her laugh cuts through the music. She spins. Twirls. Smiles.]

[Dominic’s grip on his glass tightens. It SHATTERS in his palm.]

[Scene: Dominic storms down the stairs like a wolf unleashed. The crowd parts. He reaches the dance floor—face unreadable, but his aura screams murder.]

Dominic Brando mafia

(grabs Zoya’s wrist mid-twirl): "The hell do you think you're doing?"

zoya sharma

(innocently): "Dancing. You didn’t ask me first, remember?"

Dominic Brando mafia

(deadly calm): "With him? In my house?"

Rivan Moretti

(mocking smile): "She’s not just in your house, Dom. She’s in my arms."

[Before another word, Dominic PUNCHES Rivan square in the jaw. The music stops. Gasps. Blood splatters on the marble floor.]

Dominic Brando mafia

(low growl, pulling Zoya to him): "Touch her again and I’ll snap your hands like twigs."

zoya sharma

(voice like silk, whispering in Dominic’s ear): "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, husband."

Dominic Brando mafia

(gritting teeth, inches from her lips): "I don’t get jealous. I get violent."

[He yanks her closer in front of everyone. His hands on her waist, jaw at her neck. Eyes burning.]

Dominic Brando mafia

(possessive, low): "You’re mine. The whole world will know what happens when someone tries to touch what’s mine."

zoya sharma

(whispers coldly): "Then they should also know… I’m not afraid to burn again."

Narrator (closing): She danced with the devil’s enemy. But now the devil… Wants her all to himself.