I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/007- Queen Of Deflection/

**Victoria’s Point Of View**

I cannot believe my first day back at work after getting married and I managed to snag a major deal. Oh my god, I am going to have so much more money, and alot credit that I will use to make people envy me more.

I glance at the mirror, yay more money. Good heiresses, love money. I mean my parents did ship me off to boarding school because they got tired of having a child but... you know, everyone has their problems. And I am not sure why that popped into my mind. I’ve forgiven them. Because they took a bullet between their eyes.

I laughed hard and tried to keep myself from falling. It’s cruel to joke about it but it’s the only way I can think of them. My old therapist said I like deflecting as a way to handle my parents' neglect. Like it was so bad to have parents who didn’t watch over me, or obsess about my grades.

Here I stand, in a mansion too expensive for even a rich person like myself.

This is what I want. Look at me, dressed in a nice nightgown about to head downstairs in blue heels! Ahhh! I am rich on my own, millionaire status. But I was never the rich to wear heels with a nightgown, at night, when s*x isn’t involved.

Like wow, I can do that now. I turned away and walked out of the room. I took the lift down to the first floor where the largest kitchen was.

Today has been a phenomenal day. Nothing can ruin it for me.

The doors part and Enzo enters with a can of beer in his hand. His siblings follow right after. Dear god, I said nothing can ruin this. If you think bringing Enzo here will do that, then you really didn’t see any of the things I’ve done.

Besides I just found out today that this hunk of lump is the black sheep of his family, and boy oh boy, I’m gonna make it so he fails.

Ah, why am I so amazing?

I plaster the biggest smile, and Giulia comes over to hug me.

“Hey, you look great. Is that stuff for my dad? He will ravish you.” I nudge her with my elbow.

“Yeah, who else would it be for?”

“Can we not discuss-” Enzo tried to cut through the conversation

Matteo piped in. “Any underwear underneath that? What brand? Your ass is nice, a thong should be your go-to.”

I was laughing while Enzo spluttered out his beer. “Um, dearie, I do have a thong on.”

Giulia and Matteo hooted. They’re as blunt as I am, i love them already. Not like that, I know no matter what Massimo says they’re not really my family but I’m playing a role here, I’d like to enjoy it.

“I know right? So, why are you kids up?”

“I’m older than you.” Alessio, Enzo, and Matteo said in unison. I cackle.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“Well, we are planning to watch a spooky Japanese movie in the theater in the basement.”

They have a theater- now I’m feeling poor. I could have done that.

“Well, do you mind if I join-”

“Yes, we mind. You are not a Buscami, you can’t just waltz in here and act all buddy-buddy with everyone.” enzo snips, throwing the beer can at me. I ducked and it hit the wall. Is he drunk?

“Enzo! Why would you do that-” I stopped Alessio.

“It’s fine. He’s right, I’m not a Buscami. I wish we could all be like a good family. I mean, my parents practically treated me like I was just a tool so they could get ahead in their careers and once I was old enough it was off to boarding school. I really would love to know what it’s like to be included in a family, but I don’t wanna come between you guys.” I say, and my voice cracks. I hurried out of the kitchen before they could stop me, or see me smirk. Because that performance was great. Also true in a way, but a great way to guilt some people.

And I am not even done.

I make my way back to the master bedroom on the east wing, and I plant myself on the bed. Then I grabbed my phone from the bedside drawer and called Massimo.

“Hello, Principessa.”

“Hi, look I was thinking that perhaps I moved in too early. Enzo doesn’t want me here, and he throws a beer can at my head. I don’t want to bring that type of violence out of your son-”

“He did what?” Massimo says, his tone sounds plain. Like he’s unbothered but even from this side of the phone I can feel the shift. Oh, this.... is going so well.

“He threw a beer can at me, and it’s not important. I just think-”

“No, we’re married. We want to fall in love and spend the rest of our lives together even if this is not the traditional way. If he’s throwing beer cans at you then he is going to regret it. I was going to handle my last meeting but I think I’ll come home instead. That behavior isn’t tolerated. Why don’t I stop by and buy you something pretty to make amends?”

“You know the way to my shallow heart.” I tease, and I get a deep laugh from him. We hung up a minute later, and I threw one leg over the other. The smile on my face won’t live. I think I know what I want the most. To get Enzo disowned.

Is it cruel? Yes. Oh so very much yes. It is cruel, but hey, I had an accident, I was in that bed contemplating everything. I thought I’d never walk, I thought I’d be meeting my parents in hell. To be honest, that was scary for me.

My head tilts, not as scary as Massimo's. Did he just say fall in love? We want to do what?

No, no, this marriage thing doesn’t need to require love. Right? I won’t fall for him, and stay married for years. Oh, but he is handsome, and so good in bed. Am I that shallow that I’d stay with the father of the guy who ripped my heart out simply because he f***s me into a frenzy?

Yes, actually. Might be the best relationship for me.

You know what, I am the queen of deflection. I know why my thoughts are all over the place. Heels at night are madness unless you’re working. Yep. Or f*****g. Now, I’m thinking about s*x.

No, I should be thinking about how much Enzo is going to really hate me when his father returns. Yeah, now that’s much better to think about. I love my mind.