HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 16

"Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans." ~ Allen Saunders.

AVA WISLON P.O.V

"Why are we here?" Marcello questions me with a frown.

But I sat inside the car like frozen peas. Slowly with a shivering hand I hold the car door and open it. I couldn't move my leg forward as if someone was sticking it on the floor.

Another side of the car door opened and I gulped down knowing very well Marcello also came out from the car.

With a lot of courage I started walking and I could hear Marcello's footsteps following me. We both stood in front of the iron gate.

"Stay here." I slowly ordered and made my way inside, leaving Marcello behind me.

I don't want him to know why I am here.

I took a left turn and then right, standing straight towards the big tree. The leaves were scattered all over the place and I sat down cleaning it from the stone.

My hand stopped as I can clearly see now.

In loving memory of

David Wilson & Emilia Rose Wilson

They lived together in happiness and now they rest together in peace.

I touched the left tomb silently, tracing it with my finger.

Emilia Rose Wilson

(1975 - 2000)

A loving, caring wife and mother.

To the right side there lay my father.

David Wilson

(1963-2000)

A dear husband and father.

"I....I....." I tried to say but I couldn't as my tears blocked my throat making me choked out.

"I'm sorry." I cried out as tears finally burst out from my eyes.

"I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I couldn't come early. I'm sorry I couldn't be the daughter you wanted me to be. I'm sorry, I failed to look after Lily." I cried babbling out my grief as I remembered Lily's pale face.

I was controlling my emotion from tomorrow as I didn't want to give more tension to Sam and Bella. They have done too much for me.

I silently sat there staring at their tomb. Wishing that they would be alive, I didn't have to sell myself. I didn't have to become someone's fake wife. I didn't have to make a joke about such a beautiful relationship.

Wiping my tears I stood up and turned around from them. I can't even stand here anymore. My own heart was eating me out for the thing I have done and I am going to do.

I walked towards the same iron gate and stopped watching Marcello still standing there with his head down looking at something on his cell phone.

My feet scrape on the scatter leaf making a loud crunch sound. He looks up and his eyebrows narrow with a frown. He opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it.

I sat directly inside the car without saying anything. He also sat there and stared at me before igniting the engine.

Every passing second he would look at me and sigh and then concentrate on his driving. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes but ignored it watching the beautiful trees pass through the winds. I didn't know when sleep took over me as my eyelid felt heavy.

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MARCELLO TROCELLI P.O.V

I pulled up in front of my Apartment building and the valet came to take my car keys, so he could park it for me.

I twisted the key as the car's engine died and stopped roaring. I glanced at the passenger seat, and stared at Ava, who was sleeping with a frown on her cute forehead. Not wanting to disturb her from her sleep, I quietly shut the door and closed it after stepping down the car and gave my keys to the valet.

"Bring all the luggages to my floor." I demanded as the valet nodded in return. I slowly opened the passenger door and unfastened Ava's seatbelt. I stared at her face which was red from crying. Her eyelids were also swollen which was making my heart hurt for unknown reasons. I couldn't muster the courage to ask her why she took me to the graveyard.

When she asked to stay outside. I did without arguing because I know this was something sensitive but after returning from there anyone can easily say how much she had cried. But I remain silent as I remember I didn't see her parents. There was nothing about her father and mother in her C.V. So that means it was her parents.

I was having a debate whether to carry her in my arms or wake her up. I was contemplating on what to do. I choose my heart and slide my arms behind her legs and upper back lifting her up. Ava groaned and stirred, making me freeze. Slowly with a careful step I carried her inside the building ignoring the people who stopped on their track watching us with wide eyes. I ignored them as usual and entered my private elevator that went all the way straight to my penthouse.

Her body again moved and she rubbed her nose on my neck making my gulp down. Her forehead wrinkle and slowly she opened her eyelids and I looked the other way. I can sense her staring at me but I pretend I didn't notice her.

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

I could feel my body was slaying but my sleep was very important for me making it hard to open my eyes. My nose touched the soft skin, as I felt a sweet minty scent making me inhale more of it.

Mint Perfume?

Marcello Trocelli.

That was the first name that came to my mind after inhaling this scent.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the handsome face of Marcello Trocelli. He was looking forward and didn't notice me awake. I took advantage of that, forgetting about what I was doing in his arms. I studied his face, his sparkling ocean blue eyes with deep hue, his defined jaw, stubble and pointed chin to his perfectly shaped lips. I knew it was wrong of me to think like this but I can't deny he was definitely an attractive man.

"Do you have your cell phone or you want to lend mine?" He mutters still looking ahead.

I squeeze my brows. "Excuse me?"

"You should take my picture, it'll last longer." He smirked and I could feel the hot blood making it's way on my cheeks.

I unconsciously hid my face on his chest to avoid him. I knew my cheeks were the same colour as tomatoes. His minty sandalwood rich cologne entered my nostrils more, making me intake a deep long breathe.

I can feel Marcello's body tensed by my movements as I lean closer to his chest. I can hear his heart pounding against his chest and it made my heart run a marathon. I was afraid that he could hear it. I closed my eyes, hiding my face more in shame.

"You didn't have to carry me." I told him, opening my eyes and meeting his blue orbs. I was surprised that he was already looking at me. "You can put me down now."

He hesitantly let me go and as soon as my feet touched the ground, the elevator door opened and I hurriedly fixed my dress and straightened my posture. "Where are we?"

"My apartment." He simply replied.

I looked at the mini screen elevator button to see we are on the 15th floor. Marcello strolled inside and I quietly followed him like a scary cat releasing my breathe which I wasn't aware of holding.

I glanced around the hallway. It was deserted with a couple of paintings hanging on the walls. The lights were fairly dimmed and the floor was carpeted. Marcello clapped his hand and suddenly the room illuminated with lights, making me shocked.

"Don't you have a switchboard, like other normal people?" I commented.

"I like this way, doing my work with my hand or finger only." He smirks arrogantly.

What does that mean?

Fingers?

"How will he use his finger?" My mind peaks, making me curious and suddenly I gag imagining wild things.

"Stop it." I snapped at my dirty mind.

I rolled my eyes and looked around the place. The only words that I could utter was a "Wow." His apartment is magnificently huge and beautiful. It was a two story penthouse with a cream wall and tile floor. It was an open space concept, with ceilings. A chandelier was hanging from above the stairwell illuminating the whole place. The staircase was in the form of a spiral making it more attractive.

The living room had the casual look with a big flushed maroon couch, with a matching love seat opposite. There was black glass centre table in the middle and a fireplace on the side. It looked absolutely marvellous.

On the left side there was a kitchen which I couldn't see properly. "Your bags are here." Marcello declared, interrupting my gawking moment. I glanced at him and saw all my luggage was there by the door.

"Come, let me show you your room." Marcello said, picking up the luggages.

I stopped him, giving him an assuring smile "It's fine, I'll take it." I took the luggages from him and started moving forward.

My luggage was heavy which made me stop and I frown looking back. Marcello holds the luggages handle with a raised eyebrow. "Let me help you." He stated.

"You should go get some rest. It looks like you needed it. Words of advice, don't work so much that you forget how to live." I smiled at him and let him help me carry the bag. I took the other one following him.

"This is your room." He replied, opening the door. I glanced at it in awe. It was such a beautiful room with a soft colour and the best part, it had a full opened window.

"Your house is so beautiful." I complimented him looking around.

"Thank You." He chuckled, "My room is opposite of yours."

I turned around and looked at him only to lock my eyes with him. He was staring at me with something in his eyes which I couldn't describe. He awkwardly coughed "So, the bathroom is there." He pointed to the corner and said, "Your closet is there." He pointed to the next door which was attached to the bathroom.

"You can start unpacking, if you want." He mumbled putting his hand inside his pocket.

I nodded and looked at him. His cell phone started ringing and he broke our stars taking his cell phone out from his pocket.

His face changed into a serious one and he walked out with veins popping at his forehead."

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