I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/001- Stabbed In The Heart And In The Back/

**Victoria’s Point Of View**

I don’t understand. Four months. Four months of being stuck in this god-forsaken hospital and Enzo had not come to see me once. My driver said he stopped by the place where Enzo worked but was informed that he had quit a day before I got into this accident.

I scoff. Accident my ass. The person who hit me was an old assistant of mine who claimed I ruined her life when I fired her. My workers all signed an NDA that they can never tell people what I look like behind the mask, and the fact was fact, that girl broke that rule. She shared with her boyfriend, I got her arrested and fired because you do not break an NDA. Her boyfriend was paid off for his silence.

And she, well I didn’t think she held a grudge. Now she’s back in jail. Where the b***h belongs. She tried to kill me for f**k sake. My lawyers were going to do more than eat her alive. Those sharks are getting paid for a reason. She’ll never see sunlight out of steel bars again.

I exhaled. The injuries weren’t bad. I fractured some ribs, sustained a head injury that wasn’t too bad- to me at least, oh and that’s right, broke my f*****g legs.

The doctor said walking was possible again but it would take alot of physical exercise and prayers. Yeah, the man had added that. I only had to look at my legs to know his words were right.

But you know what pissed me off even more, my goddamn boyfriend. He’s not answering his phone, he blocked me for god’s sake. I don’t know what’s happening. Even my best friend has gone MIA.

Thankfully though, I would be getting out today. I’d be in a wheelchair, but that won’t stop me from working, and going to Enzo’s house to ask him what the f**k is his problem!

We’re dating. Isn’t.... I thought- I rubbed my chest, and wince. My fingers were still bandaged. Love was tricky for me.

It isn’t for me to trust someone. Hence why I never told him who I was. Not even my real name. He thought I was Antoinetta- which in truth is my middle. But I was planning to come clean.

I leaned against the pillows. He’s supposed to be here, checking on me. Doting over me. Asking me how I was doing. Smiling at me in a way that made his eyes twinkle. Kissing my cheek and calling me his favorite girl.

So why wasn’t he? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. And my best friend.

Eleanor was the only person I could bear my soul to. She worked for my family before the accident. And I gave her enough money so she didn’t have to work for me. I wanted us to be friends. Even if we couldn’t be equals.

People saw one side of me, I never showed anyone but her both sides. The public saw the masked ice queen of Sinclair Enterprises, and the people at my favorite grocery store say Antoinetta S. The girl who bought all their pickled r****h as soon as it was in stock and told dad jokes to the guy at the counter to brighten his day.

I could never be myself to anyone I didn’t trust. But three years of dating Enzo taught me that I could have it all. The company, the friend, and the man.

I only had one of those now.

The door creaks, and I hope it’s Amirah. She’s been so helpful, she cried seeing me here. Illogical since I’m her boss. But the girl didn’t want me to die. I was only four years older than her. At twenty-six, I think I still look like I did when I was twenty.

But instead of Amirah, my eyes catch on to Enzo. Dark hair smoothed back, eyes holding the same sparkle they always had, and a cheeky grin that never failed to make my heart do back flips. I smile brightly, and part my lips to say something when the door opens further and I see manicured pink nails wrapped around his elbow.

Eleanor. I know the peach with a heart in it is her signature for nails.

She sways inside with him, golden blonde hair swinging back and forth. They’re dressed in a way that matches.

Never accuse me of being dumb. I am far from me. I graduated not only as valedictorian, but I held the record for the highest GPA in the country at the time. I was a sheltered kid. I had nothing better to do than get good grades, so aimed for the glass ceiling. It all seemed to mean nothing seeing that it helped me easily see what they were to each other without them having to tell me.

“When did this happen?” I schooled my face. The expression I gave to my uncles, my aunts, and the people who thought an eighteen-year-old girl would drive her father’s company to the ground. I wouldn’t let them see any pain in me.

“You were always too smart. Well, not smart enough. You hadn’t seen it. The way we traded looks. The visits we shared when you were busy. You’re a lovely girl Antoinetta, but I need someone more on my status.” he snaps his fingers and makes an O with his mouth. “I’m sorry, I should explain. My name is Enzo Buscami.”

My mouth tightened as I tried not to dispel the shock I felt. Buscami.

Buscami!!! the richest family in the country was the f*****g buscamis. They got richer each year.

The biggest deal of my life was to Massimo Buscami. He’d paid for the best advertising of one of his many enterprises. I’d busted my ass to make sure my workers did their best, and I even went hands-on. I made so much money, but Massimo had praised me online and more clients wants work for my company.

Because if the buscamis like something, then the world likes it. They were trendsetters.

But I never dug into the family. Massimo was the face of it all.

If I had, I might have seen this snake. Enzo! f**k. He had me thinking he was a simple waiter at a cafe.

He probably owned the cafe.

“I need a woman who... well, a woman who has the money to match my family’s taste. I’m sorry, love. But you’re just not it.” I wanted to laugh, but the pain in my chest prevented me from doing it.

I turned my eyes from Enzo to Eleanor. Unlike Enzo who maintained my gaze, Eleanor could not. Because she knew. She knew the money she had would run out. She knew she wasn’t the rich one between us, but she was letting him believe that because the Antoinetta I showed was a simple girl.

I tightened my jaw and leveled Enzo with a bored stare. “Okay. So you dated to get to Eleanor? Because she has money?”

Did he even look at the bodyguards by my door? The state of this room?

“Yeah. No hard feelings?”

I finally broke my faceless expression, reaching behind me to grab a pillow. I aimed it at Eleanor. She stumbled back, but Enzo caught her.

“What the f**k are you doing? You could hurt her!”

“GET THE f**k OUT OF MY ROOM.” I slammed my thumb on the button to summon the nurses. Enzo rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever. I was told never to argue with a disabled person. I tried to be civil but you can’t just accept it. Fine. Leave alone and rot. I’d like to see you pay rent without Eleanor.”

“Didn’t I tell you to get out? Are you deaf?” I wanted to charge at them both, but my body from the waist down was stiff. Moving hurt.

The nurses barged in, and so did my guards.

“Get these two out.” enzo walked Eleanor out. She turned her head, giving me one last look. It was a look of satisfaction.

Acid boiled in my stomach. I would slap that b***h if I could. But I can’t f**k! I can’t.

Disabled? Enzo had said it with such bitterness in his tone. f*****g asshole. I screamed and shook my upper body. The nurses rushed to me. They had to pin me down and give me some morphine to put me to sleep. Because I was raging.

I slept angry, and I woke up even angrier.

I was discharged the next week because I’d f****d with my recovery with my rage fit.

I was sent home with a wheelchair, and I hired the best physical therapist the state had to offer. It was painful to sleep at night, to remember his words. He didn’t know the girl he’d insulted. The girl he’d called poor. Ha! Poor? Me?

Fucking Victoria Sinclair? Poor?

I worked hard for a year and a half. Working from home, while getting therapy for my legs and fingers. My fingers healed faster. By the time I could walk again, a miracle the doctor had said, I was feeling like the rage and pain would suffocate me. I kept screaming every night.

I didn’t know what hurt more. Knowing the man I loved had cheated on me- from the very start or that the girl I trusted to be my one and only friend.... enabled it. Lied to him just so she could be his.

I threw another vase and swore to myself. I tattooed two thorn roses to the scarred spot on my legs. Many aren’t this lucky. I’m not even sure how my defiance led to me walking again.

I turned on the television. Trying to push those two traitors from my mind when celebrity news came on.

Enzo was there, and so was Eleanor.

They were- “ENGAGED!!” I roared again, throwing the remote at the nearest wall. It shattered. Which meant I couldn’t turn it off.

Enzo kissed Eleanor’s cheek and told the reporter that he never thought he would find his person, his favorite girl in the world, but now he had. And he wanted to lock her down.

Eleanor blushed and said some crap I couldn’t be bothered to listen to.

The reporter went on speaking once the couple went away and another man’s face came into the view of the camera.

“Another Buscami here at the annual celebrity dinner. The man himself, Massimo Buscami.” Massimo had sharp blue eyes, black slick hair, and a face that defied time. His suit was a clean custom-made black armani that showed off his strong body. His skin was light-tanned, and he looked too good to be a father. His hair wasn't just plain black, it had hints of grey that made it look sophisticated.

I had no clue this was Enzo’s father until the piece of s**t told me his real last name. Massimo was the father to four kids, married four times, widowed three times, and divorced once.

He was the most eligible bachelor, a dilf, and a man of impeccable taste. He knew grief having lost three wives.

Yes, I finally dug into the Buscami lives after that fucker left me. Enzo’s mother was his second, she died of breast cancer. I paused, my anger almost fleeting as he spoke. His deep voice made the girls walking behind him falter.

“Yeah, actually, something special is happening in my life. You know me, I’m a man who loves to be married. I miss that.”

“Oh my god, who’s the special lady?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m looking.” He winked, smiling in a way that made his blue eyes shine brighter. “I just want to have someone again. It’s crazy, I know. I have bad luck with women.”

The reporter brushed it off. “Can I volunteer?”

He chuckled. “No, unfortunately, I don’t date reporters. But thank you, you flatter this old man.”

The plan was practically writing itself for me. Did he just say... he wanted wife number five?

I could hear the devil on my shoulder laughing. Eleanor and Enzo think they’re on top of the world. For a year and a half, I was working on myself. Finding the strength to run a company and get my ability to walk again.

They thought they pulled off the best scheme? Cheating on me and insulting me?

Enzo is about to see that Antoinetta is the mask. Much like the one the Ice Queen wears. It’s time I introduced him to Victoria Sinclair.

But not before I introduced myself to his Daddy.