HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 8

"Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything."

~ Stephanie Garber.

AVA WILSON P.O.V

I woke up with a fresh start and started my day from my favourite coffee shop. It is a small cafe at the far corner of Becker street.

The interior design of the cafe was a collaboration of design, art, humor, irony and love. You can happily choose the booth which makes you feel welcome.

The kitchen always served hot and healthy breakfast from six-thirty to eleven in the morning.

Nevertheless, I enjoy my breakfast here, "One Choco Latte, please." I order by tapping my nail at the order booth.

"Anything else Ava." Chloe, was a part timer in this cafe. The first time I came, we instantly got connected and created a good bonding.

"How about some fries." I cheekily told her.

She rolled her eyes at me "Seriously, you are the only person who ate fries this early in the morning and that too with choco latte." She made a disgusting face and typed my order.

I handed her twenty dollars and grabbed my tray making my way to my favourite spot, the art booth.

I opened my bag and took out the book which I was reading. I adjusted myself comfortably on the couch and dipped my fries in latte and happily munch on it.

Looking at my watch I sigh, 9 a.m. I stood up and packed my bag, throwing my wrapper into the dustbin and made my way out of the cafe shouting bye to Chloe.

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"Okay, Ava you can do it. This is the last one." I assure myself and pick up the seed bag taking it inside the shop.

I huffed out a breathe from exhaustion and looked around and gave myself a satisfied pat on my shoulder.

The shop is looking great today, as I re-decorated it again.

I got inside my desk and began making a small pot of flower seeds.

The door opened and one old lady came inside "Morning Ma'am, how may I help you." I politely asked, giving her smile.

"Today is my 50th Anniversary, I want to give my husband some flowers." She said looking around the room.

"ahh....50th anniversary. Come, you sit here, I will bring something for you." I held her hand and made her sit in the chair.

"Any preference Ma'am?" I asked her, as I searched for the perfect flower.

"No...but he doesn't like deep colours." She utters with an unknown smile plastered on her face.

"Got it."

I started my work and plucked out a white orchid with a small soft tone of roses. Once satisfied with my work, I bring it in front of her.

She smiled "This is looking so beautiful. Thank you child."

"It's my pleasure ma'am."

She opened her purse and took out some dollars but I stopped her. "No, I will not take charge for this." I hold her hand.

"But..." she started to say and I cut her off "take it as a gift from me. I'm happy to see, true love still exists. May your love live long."

"Thank you, my child and I pray you will soon meet yours." She patted my cheeks and took the bouquet while slowly walking out.

I shook my head and I sigh "True love and me."

I turned around, taking the broom from the corner and started sweeping the floor. The door again opened but I didn't turn around thinking it was a customer. They will call once they pick up the flowers.

"ahem..." A cough came but I ignored it and started dusting the table.

"ahem...." again the person coughs "Ms.Wilson."

The time stops and I freeze on my spot. My heart started beating in a fast rhythm. I felt my heart burst out. The broom fell down from my hand.

Slowly I turned around and there stood the one and only Marcello Trocelli in a fresh three piece black charcoal suit with blue Ray Bans. His hair was perfectly swift upwards and he tucked his hand inside his pocket dominating my shop.

"How are you?" He asked but I only noticed his lips movements.

"Are you okay?"

"Ms.Wilson."

But I stared at his lips, how nicely they were moving with each other. His jaws were so sharp that I bet it could cut an apple.

His lips again moved but I couldn't hear anything as I lost watching a billionaire standing at my shop.

"Ms.Wilson." He waved his hand in front of my face, making my eyes go wide. I stumble on my feet and jerk backward from him.

I didn't notice when he came so close to me. I stood there with my eyes narrowing at him. He was impatiently tapping his feet on my wooden floor.

A memory filled away in my brain which I stopped from returning and I barely stopped myself from taking a deep breathe.

I forced my heart to return to its beating.

"You are not supposed to come here Mr. Trocelli." I blurted out, with an accusation in my voice.

His thick dark brows rose at my statement and I got the full effect of his arrogance before his mouth even opened.

"Excuse me?" He demanded.

Crossing my arms, I studied him.

I won't take his s**t. I'm not in his office, it's the other way now. He is in my shop.

Well, I can't deny that he is definitely an attractive man.

My memory of him and all sources that I built from the internet didn't do the man any justice and did nothing to prepare me for this moment. He and his casanova self can go to hell with his mistresses because I refuse to become one of his arm candy.

"Easy Ava, You don't really know him" My conscience reminds me.

"I know enough to beat his playboy ass for good." I snapped.

I really don't know why he is here. If he was concerned about my health or did he come to explain his shitty job. Just looking at him I can bet he knew he could be somewhere else doing something a lot more pleasant than standing here and shooting me red light from his eyes.

"Why are you here Mr. Trocelli?" I impatiently asked.

A frown started between his brows and never left. "I am here to see you."

My gut was telling me to run away because today will be the day my life will change. All flowers and hearts of my life will soon turn into thorns and heartbreak.

I mentally shook my distracted thought away and focused on his blue eyes which were gleaming with hope, anger and distaste.

"Can we talk?"

I rolled my eyes and bluntly told him "NO."

Marcello Trocelli soon to be a C.E.O. of Trocelli shipping & Co. Only heir of the Trocelli Empire. He was splattered all over the media since I searched for him coming back from Bella. He was ruthless in business. He ruled the business world. He can crack any deal in less than one second. From teenage he started working with his father and at the age of 23 he became the president of the company.

"Don't you think you're being rude Ms.Wilson?" He gritted his teeth.

"I'm showing my hospitality better than you. And you made a hypocrite of yourself telling me I'm being rude." My sarcasm voice came, laced with venom.

Anger flared in his deep-blue eyes. "Not even close. I was much nicer than you." He snapped.

"Nicer? You mean purchasing a bride like a regular grocery for yourself." I spat clutching my fist.

If he wants to fight then I am ready to give this rude man a lesson. He chose the wrong person to mess with.

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