Valentina pov
One month later
Life 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 for the sake of restoring our financial status, but because helping my father regain his business would likely lead to it, which is why my mother was all smiles.
I never believed money solved everything.
For Fred and Brenda, this was only the beginning. I intended to make them beg for forgiveness on their knees. What better life could a woman desire than being married to a billionaire, and not just any billionaire, but the city's youngest one?
This was my revenge tactic.
Fred would be shocked, Brenda would be caught off guard, and I'd ensure their lives became a living hell.
The mere thought of my revenge filled me with excitement, even more than the prospect of my father regaining his business and partnering with the Lorenzos.
Although my mind was racing with thoughts, I was alert. My gaze remained locked with Rocco's as I carefully made my way toward him.
We hadn't seen each other since our date, and I was sure he'd be surprised to see me without my disguise. If he hadn't already searched for me on social media out of curiosity, he was in for a shock.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. I might be marrying him, but I felt like a genius and a boss.
Two captains on a ship. I wouldn't let him order me around like an illiterate woman.
That's why I'd proposed the idea of a contract marriage, which we'd sign tonight after the wedding ceremony. He might set the rules, but I had my own plans for him.
When I was close, I offered a smile, but he remained stern without a hint of a smile.
Lifting the hem of my wedding dress, I took another step toward him, careful not to step on it. With the little bride beside me, I received the wedding flowers.
The applause subsided, and everyone took their seats as the priest moved closer with a lingering smile.
I had no bridesmaids or maid of honor because Brenda was my only female friend, and Fred was my only male friend. Since I was no longer friends with Brenda and Fred, I had no friends. I couldn't see Rocco's best man either, and I wondered if it was because I had no maid of honor or if he had no friend either.
The priest began the ceremony, pulling me out of my thoughts and causing me to focus on Rocco.
"We are gathered here today to join Rocco Lorenzo and Valentina Martins in holy matrimony before God and man. Marriage is a wonderful thing, a sacred vow to spend your life with one person for all eternity, to support each other through thick and thin," the priest intoned, then took the ring from the ring bearer, who was dressed like a priest.
I was now certain that Rocco didn't have a best man. Shouldn't the ring bearer have been in that role?
Stretching the first ring to Rocco, the priest declared, "You may now exchange the vows."
Rocco took the ring with confidence, as if he genuinely desired this marriage and didn't just need it.
He turned to face me, extending his open palm for me to place my fingers on. In his other hand was a costly diamond ring, a testament to his billionaire status. So much for marrying a billionaire.
I was sure my mother was holding her breath. She knew me so well and how much effort she'd exerted to convince me to go through with the wedding. She probably believed I'd agreed to this to humiliate both families by announcing to the audience that it was an arranged marriage and we weren't in love. However, I had different plans. Slowly, I placed my left hand in his open palm, and he began reciting his vows in a loud, clear voice.
"In the presence of God, I, Rocco Lorenzo, accept you, Valentina Martins, as my legitimate wife, to hold and cherish from this day onward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and care for until death parts us." He delicately slides the diamond ring onto my middle finger, and I almost want to burst into laughter.
Why did that vow seem so heartfelt? Is this the moment where I should be moved to tears?
I'm fighting to hold in my laughter and keep it from bubbling over.
"Valentina," his stern voice jerks me out of my thoughts, and I realize it's my turn to recite my vows. The priest watches me intently, the second ring outstretched before me.
Other than Rocco's voice, the vast hall filled with thousands is in complete silence, so still that a pin drop might be heard. I can't tell if it's just my imagination or if everyone is anxious to witness our marriage proceeding smoothly.
I take the ring from the priest, and my hand trembles.
And then it hits me.
I'm getting married. Whether or not the contract comes into play doesn't matter right now. I'm genuinely getting married.
To Rocco Lorenzo.
A man I don't love. A man I never expected to cross paths with or share any experiences.
This isn't Fred.
I always hoped Fred would propose to me. I didn't want to give him the notion that I wanted us to get married. I wanted him to think of it himself and propose without external interference.
Besides my age, at this point, I wouldn't have considered marrying anyone willingly except Fred.
Marrying Rocco at my age is out of necessity.
I'm genuinely getting married to someone who isn't Fred, the man I've loved with all my heart since I was 20.
He's my first love, and I doubt that his betrayal will ever allow me to love another man.
When this marriage comes to an end, I'll give dating another shot. Maybe I'll find someone more honest and prepared to give me what I want: a marriage filled with nothing but love and laughter. By then, I'll be old enough, no longer deemed young.
"In the name of God, I, Valentina Martins, take you, Rocco Lorenzo, as my legitimate husband, to have and to hold, from this day onward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death separates us." I gently slide the diamond ring onto his middle finger, just as he did to me a few minutes ago.
I hear a sigh of relief from Rocco, and I look up at him as he withdraws his hand from mine. Another round of applause fills the air.
The crowd bursts into excited screams, and I turn my head to where my dad is seated with my mother. My mother beams with pride and waves at me, while my father maintains a stoic expression. He simply nods and smiles at me.
When the excitement settles, and I focus on the floor between Rocco and me, my mind in disarray, the priest clears his throat.
"With the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
I didn't remember this part of the wedding ceremony, and I lift my head with my eyes nearly bulging.
Rocco is going to kiss me?
No!
Fred remains the only man who's ever kissed me, and I simply can't kiss a man I don't love.
The scent of cologne emanating from his tuxedo pulls me out of my thoughts as he lifts my veil, revealing my true face.
My jaw drops, my heart races, wondering if he's genuinely going to kiss me.
As he leans closer, I realize I need to act, to prevent this kiss. We're not in love; we're simply married.
He wants to do this to make it seem real, but I can't allow it.
The idea of pushing him away crosses my mind just before his lips reach mine, but I shake it off. Instead, I turn my face aside, and his perfunctory kiss lands on my left cheek.
He retreats quickly, his expression surprised, and he fixes me with a cold glare.
I can't help but grin proudly.
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
Valentina's POV Frederick is the type of man who loves a woman with everything he possesses. He was the exact type of man I wanted; one who loves fiercely and passionately. One who loves me for who I am. One who doesn't criticize my shortcomings but accepts and loves them as well. A man who looks at me and smiles for no reason. A man who loves even my dirtiest moment. That is Fred. This is the exact definition of Fred. He is that man. And it was so hard not to fall deeply in love with him. The way he loves me, the way he smiles at me, and the way he shuts me up with a kiss whenever I am in the mood for an argument always gets me weak in the legs. I keep loving him every single day for loving me despite everything. But one thing is an obstacle. His cheating nature. I doubt if Fred would ever stop doing that. Being with Brenda is what broke the camel's back and I don't ever want to be with him again, even though it hurts. It hurts so much. My heart hurts. It feels like a fire
Rocco's POV My gaze darts outside the car window, watching the rain pattering and the droplets sliding down the window as I ignore the fear consuming my insides. I left the office before the rain began so I could come back to my parent's mansion to see mom or dad. But on second thought, I decided to see Anita instead. Mom will never tell me what it is. Dad must have sworn to secrecy never to tell me either and it's breaking me. Curiosity is killing me. My mother is dying and I didn't even notice a strange thing? Is this how much I have distanced myself from my family? What exactly is happening? Where exactly is it hurting? Why did Anita use the word "dying" instead of sick? Is it something incurable? Mother doesn't even look sick. She looks as healthy as always. She even looks more beautiful recently and the thought of it almost makes me tear up. My mother can't die. No. I will do everything in my power to see to it that she survives this but first I need to know the source
Valentina's POV It thunders continuously and I scramble out of bed with agitation. This is the third time I am getting out of bed because of the scary rambling of the thunder. Right now, I am done with the idea of sleeping alone in this goddamn cold room. When I was home, whenever it rains and there is thunder, I always run to my parent's room. Whenever I feel uncomfortable running over to them, I take solace in Fred. That fucking idiot. Now I hate him so much for thinking I will overlook what he did with Brenda simply because she was the one who seduced him. How could he allow her to do that to him on two different occasions and he expects me to take him back? If I hadn't gotten married to a man like Rocco, would he have called me so we could meet? Even though my heart still beats for him, I want to get rid of all the memories I had with him and I know the best way to do that is to have good times with someone else so it will be easier to erase the ones I had with Fred. It w