HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 17

"The Only Thing Is Holding You Back Is The Belive That Something Is Holding You Back."

Marcello Trocelli P.O.V

"Speak." I gritted my teeth.

"Sir, he got the news." My P.I informed me, making me cursed under my breathe. I punched the wall fisting my cell phones.

"He is already on his way to New York." He finished making me more angry.

"Quel pezzo di merda" (that piece of a s**t). I spat in anger.

"How?" I growled.

"He...He...was in contact with your father."The P.I stuttered.

"Informed me all about his whereabouts." I ordered hanging up on the call.

"Non ti lascerò vincere Gio" ( I won't let you win Gio).

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

I settled my luggage nicely inside the walk-in-closet which was bigger than my room back home. I looked around the room one more time and couldn't digest how simple yet sophisticated it was at the same time.

My tummy growled in hunger, making me smack my head. I didn't eat in the morning. The situation I was in made me totally forget to feed my greedy stomach.

I open my room door and look at the door which is opposite mine. It was bigger than mine, I can tell that by the door size only.

"What do they call this type of room?"

"ahhh...yes...master bedroom."

Should I check what it looked like? I look left and then right slowly, touching the handle.

"Bad manner Ava." My conscience reminded me. My hand, which was hardly a centimetre away from the handle, backed out at the last minute.

Without giving any chance, I turned around and started walking towards the kitchen. I was standing at the stair ready to step down when I heard Marcello growling, making me stop on my spot.

My heart stopped in fear as I heard his voice and suddenly a hard smack sound came, which made me jump on my spot.

"quel pezzo di merda." I was stunned hearing the words as I didn't know the meaning but I can easily say he was speaking in italian.

Finally, I got to hear his Italian voice. I have already read so many books that I know an Italian man is more sexy when he speaks in Italian and my God what a truth it was.

"Cool pizza mother? What does he mean by this?" I thought to myself that I was busy cracking his Italian words which I failed miserably.

"Is he talking with his mother? Does he want to eat pizza?" I subconsciously thought with narrow brows.

"Italians and their love for pizza" I snorted.

"Non ti lascerò vincere Gio." He again spoke, now more furiously hanging up the call.

Gio?

Who is Gio?

Does that mean he was talking to Gio?

"huh" I stubbornly tap my feet on the floor in irritation.

My curiosity was getting the best of me.

I was ready to call him when he made his way out of the apartment leaving me with an open mouth.

I chose to give myself a tour and the first destination was the kitchen. I stepped down the stairs and turned left walking towards the kitchen. First I saw a huge dining table which can easily fit up to twenty people at a time. He lived here alone so why the hell did he have this big table.

I finally noticed the kitchen, which made my mouth open in shock. The concept was completely visible. There was only a wall, separating it from the living room. The open space kitchen was completely modernised with the best machine.

I was hesitating to touch anything. They looked so expensive. I opened the fridge only to frown, it was stocked with beer cans and beer bottles. I sigh and move forward to raid his drawer. But to my disappointment there was also nothing to eat.

With a sad face and empty stomach, I made my way to the living room and sat there cupping my cheeks waiting for Marcello.

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It was already past 9 p.m. when I heard the elevator stop and I excitedly stood up like a little kid. Marcello strolled inside and again I was mesmerized by his dominating aura.

He raises his brows looking at me standing in the living room with a hopeful face.

"Why are you standing here?" He questioned me, narrowing his eyes.

"I was hu--"

"Forget it. I have something important to talk about." He cut me off mid-way, making my heart drop.

What does he want now?

"We are getting engaged." He dropped the bomb and my eyes became wide like saucers.

I opened my mouth to question him, when he again opened his pretty little mouth "Now."

My feet shook, making me fist my clothes. "And at the end of the week, we are getting married." He finished making me stop breathing and at the same time my stomach growled in hunger.

My vision faded and I slowly whispered "Hold Me."

"What?" He asked as I completely lost my sight turning everything into black dots.

"Hold me." I whisper as my body slays in the left direction and takes me to sleep.

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Marcello Trocelli P.O.V

I was nervously biting my lips, and my hand on their own going toward my pocket. I know what I was doing was not in my plan. It was too fast. But it had to be done now.

The elevator door opened and I took a long breathe but I got stunned looking at Ava, she was standing in the living room.

"Why are you standing here?" My mouth opens according to their own.

"I...was hun---"

"Forget it. I have something important to talk about." I cut her off, as I badly want to take it out of my chest and be over it.

"We are getting engaged," I said, fisting my palm inside my pocket.

"Now." I retorted as her face pale, making me gulp down my breathe.

"And at the end of the week, we are getting married." I finished.

Her body started swaying which made me frown. She tried to say something which was hard for me to understand.

My heart was beating in ribcage so fast that I thought it would come out any minute. I was sweating under my clutch palm.

"Hold me." She spoke slowly while I tried to listen carefully.

I was debating whether I heard her correct or not when her body started to fall down, making my eyes wide in shock.

"Fanculo." I cursed under my breathe, taking her into my arms.

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

That's how I'm here in this hospital staring at Marcello's apologetic face.

I ignored him and turned towards Samantha who was standing at my other side. "Do you want something?" She asked me.

"Water." I replied in a crooked voice.

Bella handed me the glass, making me take a sip. The door opened and Dr. Parker came inside "Ava, you are awake?" He questioned me with a smile.

I nodded and uttered a soft "Thank you."

"You should thank Mr. Trocelli. He was the one who rushed here, taking you in his arms." Dr. Parker chirpy replied, making my face turn red.

"ahhh." Marcello coughed "Is she alright?"

"Yes, she's totally fine. No need to worry. It is like table tennis for her. She has a love-hate relationship with fainting." Dr. Parker joked around making me smack my head.

"What?" Marcello looked at us.

"Don't you know?" Dr.Parker replied with raised brows..

"What?" Marcello again questioned.

"Ava, has a rare case. Whenever she felt something out of her world, which took her off guard. To put it simply, she will faint more like she will go to sleep." Dr. Parker informed him and excused himself to attain another patient leaving Marcello whose face was worth watching.

He was totally blank. He opened his mouth to say but closed it again and turned towards me raising his brows asking me whether it was true or not.

I nodded in embarrassment and he huffed out a breathe. "That's why you fainted in my office and now at home. Why didn't you tell me sooner, Ava. I could have been more careful. What if you got hurt." His voice softened as he spoke carefully with me.

"I'm fine." I replied, giving him a small smile.

He shook his head leaving the room.

"What was that? Did I watch him behaving humanly? Did he do something to you? Tell me do I have to break his bone or his pretty straight pointy nose?" Samantha fired with raised brows.

"Hey, you accepted he has a sharp straight nose." Bella pointed out which made Samantha scoff loudly and made me laugh.

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