Rocco pov
It's already been five minutes, and I strongly dislike tardiness; it really irritates me. If she doesn't show up in the next five minutes, I'm leaving. The time I'm spending here could be put to better use at the office.
As I give one last glance at the restaurant's door where I've been waiting for nearly ten minutes, I let out a heavy sigh, contemplating the significant changes that await me in the coming months. Initially, I took it the wrong way.
Discovering the betrothal and the fact that I have to get married soon to inherit my grandfather's construction company bothered me. That old man knew I had no intention of getting married, and he arranged this on purpose. My father didn't inform me earlier, which is why I'm so infuriated.
No one forced me to come here; I decided it might be a good idea to meet the person I'll be married to in the next few months. Although I'm not thrilled about being betrothed when I'm old enough to choose my own partner, I need her. She's my grandfather's choice, and my mother seems to like her based on her gushing compliments.
So, getting married to her shouldn't be a major issue. We'll be married; we don't need to be in love with each other. My parents didn't consider this before arranging our betrothal, so marrying out of love shouldn't be a problem.
The longer I sit here alone in this empty place, the more agitated I become, and my interest in following through with this arrangement wanes.
If this is just a ploy to get me married, then fine. Can't I find my own partner? I don't want a pampered person who lacks punctuality when we need to go out or attend an event.
Clearly, the girl I'm betrothed to is spoiled and isn't mindful of time. I already despise that attitude.
What's the point of this betrothal when I can be told when to marry to inherit the company? I just need to choose one girl from the numerous options I have.
Honestly, this is nonsense!
With a surge of anger, I stand up abruptly and grab my phone, preparing to leave. However, the glass door swings open as the guard holds it, and a woman enters.
"Ridiculous" doesn't begin to describe how she looks. She's definitely not who I was expecting. My mother described her as a sophisticated and beautiful lady, which led me to assume she'd be a pampered individual.
Is that a tracksuit she's wearing? I furrow my brow in confusion as I continue to stare while she approaches me.
Who wears a matching tracksuit to a date with the man they're about to marry? Everything about her is absurd. She doesn't look attractive, probably due to the wrong choice of accessories and bad makeup.
Am I marrying a clown? What the heck is this?
If I weren't already ill-tempered, this would certainly have that effect on me.
"Hey," she shyly waves when she's nearby, snapping me out of my thoughts and amplifying my anger.
Perhaps because of my anger, I can't seem to find the right words. The expression on my face conveys everything.
She ignores it, and it occurs to me that this is intentional. Someone like her shouldn't overlook the look on my face; she should be here to impress me, not the other way around.
Evidently, I'm not the only one upset about this betrothal. She seems displeased as well, and the only way she can defy her parents and me is by dressing like a clown on our first date.
When I finally regain my voice after blinking repeatedly and looking up at her to confirm that she's indeed the one I came to meet, I growl loudly, "What the hell is this?"
The shy smile on her face disappears, replaced by a scowl. She no longer appears timid but rather confident in her attire and actions.
"What are you talking about?" she innocently asks, but her demeanor suggests otherwise. She's not innocent; she knows exactly what I mean.
Instead of snapping at her and unleashing my pent-up anger, I slump into my seat, making an effort to control my nerves and stay composed.
I need her. My mother approves of her, and my father won't go against my grandfather's wishes, even though the old man is long gone. They all want me to get married. There's nothing I can say to change their minds about this betrothal. It means a lot to them.
This is all because of my grandfather. If not for him, my father wouldn't be bringing this up now. He'd have suggested that I find a girl on my own.
What good would it do to get angry at this foolish girl and run to my father?
Nothing.
I shake my head once more, unable to contain my anger. I feel like shouting at the top of my lungs, first for her tardiness and for not making it worth the wait, and second for showing up in such a ridiculous outfit.
Doesn't she have any sense of shame?
Before I can come up with an answer to my own question, she takes a seat across from me with another fake smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Valentina Martins," she says, stretching her right hand for a handshake after placing her small purse on the table between us.
My focus remains fixed on her face. She looks absurd, and I'm certain I would burst into laughter if this were my sister, not the girl I just learned I would be marrying.
She's clearly doing this on purpose, and this realization only adds to my frustration.
Without accepting her hand, I lean back with my arms crossed, and she retracts her hand with a disappointed expression.
Even that appears to be a facade.
Valentina pov The plan was successful.I nearly burst into laughter when I first saw the expression on his face – a mix of confusion and anger.Clearly, he's an impatient man. I intentionally arrived late and dressed in this peculiar manner on purpose as well.I want to vex him. I have a specific reason for being here, and it's not because I genuinely intend to proceed with this absurd betrothal and wedding preparations.No matter how much I contemplate this, it agitates me, and I want to defy my parents for making a major decision like this on my behalf.I have every right to oppose them. I have every right to make my own choices. I'm not a child.Finding Brenda in Fred's apartment last night was a consequence of my decision to come here. It wasn't my original plan.I was betrayed by my two closest friends, and I want to take revenge on them.My mother was correct. Fred isn't suitable for me.Initially, I was giving him excuses to justify his actions, but it's now glaringly evident
Rocco pov A contract marriage? Why on earth?I burst into laughter, hoping it would irritate her, but she remains unfazed. She's wearing a determined expression that makes me quickly regain my composure."Are you finished laughing?" she leans in, her excessive makeup front and center.I don't respond, silently wishing I had never suggested this meeting. I hope it ends soon. Is this the woman I'm about to marry? Why in the world would she propose a contract marriage?As if she can read my thoughts, she chimes in. "The last time I checked, I had a boyfriend, and I was told to break up with him simply because I've been betrothed to some man. The last time I checked, we don't like each other in the slightest. So, tell me, what on earth are you thinking? Do you want us to be married for life?"I'm tempted to scream a resounding NO. I'm tempted to oppose it. I can't bear the thought of spending an eternity with this overly dramatic woman. No way. This should be temporary. We'll get divorce
Valentina povOne month laterLife involves navigating various paths and deciding whether to confront the harsh realities or not.This is the reality.These were the thoughts I penned in the dressing room before emerging to confront the situation.This wasn't what I had envisioned for myself. It was the opposite of my dreams and desires.I had always been a firm believer in love, possibly because I'd experienced it with beautiful souls. I had never believed in marrying for any reason other than love, but here I was, doing exactly what I'd never believed in or thought existed.Distracted, I let the applause blend into the background as I approached the wedding arbor where the groom of the day, Rocco, awaited me. Today, I would become his bride. Not because we loved each other, but for other reasons and goals.I wanted my father to recover his former strength and confidence, and I also sought revenge on Fred and Brenda. Not
Rocco povThe door is securely locked.I'm still gripping the doorknob, but no matter how many times I turn it, it won't give.It's been locked from the inside. Without any inkling of why the woman I married a few hours ago would be locking me out of my own bedroom, I instinctively raise my hand to knock.The knock is so loud it could wake the dead. There's no way she can claim she locked the door and accidentally fell asleep. I've only been outside for half an hour, contemplating and planning my next steps after this whole ordeal is over.I've been trying to get over the humiliation of how she embarrassed me at the church wedding. She refused to let me kiss her on the lips. Isn't that part of the charade? We're supposed to pretend that we're genuinely falling for each other, that's what she said, right?I felt utterly embarrassed. What if someone had witnessed that moment?Luckily, it appears that no one was quick to pick up on
Valentina pov Determined to irritate him tonight, I sprawl on the bed, fully dressed. As soon as I hear the shower turn off, I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.I can't allow him to sleep in the same bed with me. We can't share a bed.I value my privacy and personal space. I've never had to share a bed with anyone except Fred, and I'm not prepared to reach that level with Rocco.I understand that we're supposed to sign the contract tonight, but I'm not going to give him the opportunity to sweet-talk me into letting him sleep in the same bed.The bathroom door opens, and I envision him stepping out with a bare chest, droplets of water trailing down his wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist.I can picture the glare he'll give me when he realizes I'm already "asleep" on the bed, sprawled with my legs apart to keep him from joining me.Tonight is our first night as a couple, and I want us to adhere to the contract's rules to make our time together more manageable. Allowing
Rocco pov She practically pounces on me, startling me. I sit up immediately, allowing her to slide down with a big grin on her face."What was that for?"She shrugs nonchalantly, as if she hasn't done anything wrong."I need to sleep," I almost add the word "please." I'm already tired of arguing with her. It's clear she won't leave me alone."Please?" She demands, raising her eyebrow. It's then I notice her hand on mine. I immediately pull my hand away.Turning back to the bed, I mutter, "Please."Then, I lie down, hoping she'll let me be now."I didn't ask you to sleep yet," she jumps down from the bed and drags me up. Now, I'm more convinced she jumps for a living.Why is she jumping around like a monkey? What does she even do for a living?I know I married a stranger, but I should've asked if she had a job so she wouldn't be a complete liability. Helping her parents is enough."We need to sign the contract first," she pauses to remember what else we should do on our first night to
Valentina pov My nose twitches, and I open my eyes to the sun's setting rays touching my skin. Memories of yesterday's events rush back to me along with thoughts of last night.Sitting up, I look around. The curtains are open. Did Rocco open them? I glance towards the door, which is still locked. Maybe the curtains were drawn aside last night.I get out of bed, feeling quite hungry, and move toward the door. Rubbing my eyes to shake off sleep, I unlock it and step out. Making my way to the kitchen, I eventually reach the living room, where I see Rocco sleeping on the floor. His blanket is half on him and half on the couch.Did he fall from the couch, or did he deliberately choose to sleep on the floor? I almost chuckle at the sight of him sprawled out, legs apart.I assume he might want to go to work since there's been no talk of a honeymoon, and I'm not too keen on having him around all day. Maybe I should wake him up; I can't be uncooperative all the time.Walking to the living roo
Rocco's POV Like an erupting volcano, I burst into my parent's mansion with anger coursing through me and stormy red eyes. I stalk towards the second living room when no one is in sight the moment I enter, except for the maids whom I do not feel like talking to. The person I want to see is my mother. And dad. They both caused this. If only they didn't try to force me or blackmail me into marrying that crazy woman in the penthouse, maybe I won't be this frustrated, angry, and sad, and I would probably be on my way to work, excited for a new day's challenge. They caused this so they should answer for this. During the wedding yesterday, I realized mother was the one behind it all. She was the one who reminded my dad about it and pushed him to force me into this. This is just unfair. This is unfair. This is sheer wickedness. Just before I get to the living room, Nita appears. When she spots me, she smiles and waves her hand but I shove her away and enter to see mom sitting on her