HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 18

"Only From The Heart You Can Touch the Sky."

AVA WILSON P.O.V

By the time I was back to my normal self it was 12 a.m. I was pacing around the room in anger. Samantha and Bella already left, and I was also good to go. But there was no sign of Marcello. I stood at the window already dressed up, wearing my washed up blue jeans and crop top with my ready to go sneakers.

The wind started breezing, making me close my eyes as it hit my face. I took a long deep breathe feeling the fresh air hit all over my face. The sky turned black and I smiled looking at it.

The stars were barely present in the sky. One or two are visible but it was enough for me to see them as my parents.

"I missed you." I whisper looking at the two blinking diamonds.

"Who are you missing?" Marcello's breath hit my earlobe, making me jump in surprise. My heart started to beat so fast as I stared at his blue eyes. It held me captivated as I tried to look away.

"When did you come?" I question, moving away from our closeness.

"Just when you confessed about missing someone." He narrowed his eyes on me.

"Take me to your home." I replied feeling tired.

But he stood there staring at me with his questioning eyes. It was as if he knew what I was thinking. I cleared my throat and raised my brows at him.

He shook his head and started walking towards the door.

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Just as I was ready to enter my room he spoke, making me stop "Be ready at ten. We have to go somewhere."

"Be specific." I snapped at him.

"To buy your engagement ring." He slowly and carefully utter as if, I will faint again.

Fun fact: I won't faint from the same situation again.

"Okay." I coldly replied, banging the door hard.

Arrogant Ass.

I fumed in anger. How could he just decide anything by himself? He should have talked to me about this situation. But now he has to act all the mighty Marcello Trocelli. Just because I am indebted to him, I couldn't argue but that does not mean I will spare him.

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The next morning I woke up and frowned looking at the bedroom but snorted as I remembered yesterday's tornado. I look at the clock and it shows 9 a.m. I hurriedly jumped out of the bed and rushed inside the bathroom.

It was already 9:45 a.m, when I descended from the stairs. My mood was somewhat fresh from taking a bath at the jacuzzi. I wore my best happy dress which is my floral sundress and my sneakers.

My mood became intensely sore as I entered the living room. Marcello was standing beside the sofa and a girl who was barely wearing anything was standing so close to him. Her dress was doing a very bad job covering her ugly ass. Her french long fingers were going up and down at Marcello's chest making me clench my jaw.

"I am not a playboy." I mimicked him.

I snorted remembering his words. My snort was loud enough to catch them off guard. Marcello cleared his throat and looked at me with wide eyes.

He backed away from that girl and started walking to me, when I stopped him "If you're ready. I'll wait outside." I stated, passing him and going towards the elevator.

He and his women can go to hell.

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Marcello Trocelli P.O.V

I was busy checking my email and clearing my schedule when the landline rang making me frown.

"Marcello Trocelli." I hissed.

"Sir, Mrs. Peter, want to meet you." The receptionist's weak voice came, making me groan in irritation.

"What does she want now?" I groaned.

"Let her in." I replied by hanging up the call.

Just in clue, a loud silhouette heel smacked my tiles floor making my ear crack from that annoying sound. I stood up and politely greeted her "Mrs. Peter."

She clasps my hand and rubs her thumb on mine. "How many times, I have to tell you, don't call me Mrs. Peter, it's Pauline for you."

She bit her lips and I gave her a tight smile nodding at her cheap move. She came close to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Why are you not in your office today?" She purred, pouting her lips and moving her hand up and down on my chest.

I clench my hand making it tight fist. I was ready to snap at her when I heard someone snort making me look up.

My eyes became wide as I stared at Ava who was throwing a dagger at me. I moved away from Pauline going to her but she walked past me, informing me with a cold voice "If you are ready. I'll wait outside."

"Fanculo" I cursed under my breathe.

What will she think of me now?

I thought with a stiff face.

"And why do you care, what will she think?" My conscience pipped, making me scowl.

"He is not wrong anyway." I shrugged thinking and turned to Pauline. "If you have something to discuss, meet me at my office Mrs. Peter. My fiance is waiting for me." I smirk watching her pale face. She stood there with shocked eyes and hurriedly nodded going out of the door.

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I started my car and turned towards Ava, "Let's have breakfast first." I told her but she only nodded looking out.

Once we reached the Bariśta I parked my car and started debating whether I should open her door or not but she was already out of the car making her way to the cafe.

I sigh and follow her.

"What would you like to have, Ava?" I asked her to take her by surprise but she stayed muted.

I turned around and looked for the waiter before waving my hand. The waiter came and I nodded at Ava. "One hot choco latte please." Ava smiled at him and I scoffed looking at her.

"And do you have fries?" She asked with a cheeky face.

The waiter raised his brows but nevertheless nodded at her. "One fries also then."

I looked at her weirdly. Fries at breakfast?

He turned to me and I ordered "One black coffee." He nodded before leaving us.

"So fries?" I started but her glare made me shut up.

"Do you have any problems?" She spat resting her back on the chair.

"No." I answer.

"Good." She replied, looking away from me.

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

I can sense he was doing everything to make me talk, which was all going down. Suddenly he again called the waiter which made me curious.

"Add one chocolate pancake, two scrambled eggs, and two butter toast." He ordered with a smirk and looked my way.

Once the waiter was gone, I turned a narrow glance at him. "What's that?"

He let out an impatient sigh. "You're going to be Mrs. Trocelli, and I don't like it if my wife has a starved face."

I gave a short laugh. "Starved? I can bet I have enough flesh in me compared to your arm candy."

It was true. I've always been on the chubby curvy side but whatever I have left has already shaded in the previous year. Working hard and stressing a lot has finally given me the result.

"Arm candy?" Marcello hiss in a low tone and his eyes raked all over me with something that only he knew.

"What would you like to call it, monthly flavour or was it weekly." I asked with a snort.

"Excuse me." He asked with an offended tone.

"You're already excused." I sassed.

"What does that mean? Arm candy? Monthly flavour. If you are creating some fantasy about me and Mrs. Peter. Then to be specific I have pretty high standards when it came to choosing wo-"

"Porn stars and brainless barbies?" I finished with a grin when his face tightened into a frown. "You should save 911 on your speed dial, we don't want your 'women' to fall and break her fake nose. She will look like a crooked man."

A smile ghosted on his lips but he quickly chased it away with another frown although I can see warmness through his blue eyes which held a sparkle of humour. "Mrs. Trocelli should be kind. She should never criticise other women. She should have perfect manners, taste, a charming smile and easy flexibility with her husband."

My brows rose. "Perfect Manner, Checked.

Kind, Checked. Charming, double checked. Flexibility? Do I have to join a gymnasium or what? Would they want to see my gymnastics-level? I can't even touch my feet but yes I can dance." I replied with raised brows.

Heat flared in his gaze and he hurriedly spoke "No. I mean flexibility as in co-operating with her husband in decision. "

I sat back and enjoyed his discomfort "Then be direct with your words. If you want to control me as a puppet, who will dance in your tone. As she will behave like a proper trophy wife. Never complain about your extra-marital affairs and point out your excessive ego or swear at your face. And yes, she must also behave like dumb, turning off her few functioning brain cells to nod at your stupid demands or should I say, she has to be truly behave like spineless, with a zero brain arm candy?" I finished making him scoff.

"You missed one thing." He muttered with an exaggerated tone.

"What." I sassed him with raised brows.

"Mrs. Trocelli should be less sarcastic."

"That's my middle name, I cannot abandon that. And it's only sarcastic if you actually don't agree with what I said which I thought you did, with your cryptic words. Saying a big sentence is a waste of your time." I fired back immediately.

He sighs and makes as his shoulder falls and just then the waiter arrives with our order sparing him with my fire mouth. I usually don't eat this much breakfast. I have a low tolerance of digesting heavy food first thing in the morning. But I moaned in delight as I took the first bite of fries, dipping it on my latte and chewing it. I look at the pancake and slowly cut it, taking a small piece and dipping it again on latte.

I was happily eating my breakfast forgetting all about that Arrogant Ass. I was ready to dip the toast on my latte when he shouted, making me clutch my heart in shock. "Don't you dare to dip it."

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