3. His mysterious love

Vincenzo's POV

Name: Roseline

Nickname: Rose

Height: 5'2

Weight: 105 lbs.

Age: 26

Eye color: chocolaty brown

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My eyes quickly scanned over her details, already having explored her body more thoroughly than the information written on the paper.

When I turned around and faced her for the first time, I couldn't believe that she had dared to interrupt me; her presence commanded attention from everyone around. Her curls were flowing down her back, and her chocolaty brown eyes were sparking like stars. She was exuding an aura of both beauty and fierceness. I know she was scared but she carried the façade of bravery, which impressed me even more.

No one has dared to talk to me like that but she has! And I will make sure that she pays for it.

Finally, my gaze settled on the specific point I was searching for.

Relatives: None

Parental house: Unknown

Hometown: Unknown

"What the hell is it?" I angrily tossed the file aside. "There is no information about her background."

"We are sorry, sir; we couldn't find details about her past. Everything is so mysterious about this girl." The person before me avoided meeting my gaze, clearly embarrassed.

"So what am I paying you for if you can't do your job properly? You couldn't find any information about that girl or about Roseline. What good are you?" I shouted, my voice booming in my office.

"We are sorry, sir."

"To hell with your sorry. Just get out of my office. You are fired."

"Sir, please don't do this!" He begged.

"Get the hell out of my office before I decide to make you unemployed for your whole life!"

He immediately turned around and rushed out. He knew I was dead serious at the moment and meant every word. I have no patience for people who can't perform their duties effectively.

Just as he left, my grandfather entered the office.

"This is the fifteenth person you have fired so far," he remarked, entering calmly "Why don't you believe that she is no more?"

"Grandpa!" I stood up, frustration evident in my voice. "I have told you multiple times not to speak of her that way. I know she is alive."

"Only in your heart," he said, coming back. "You know, you have become obsessed. Just marry and settle down. You need to forget about her and move on in your life."

"That's never going to happen!" I stated the facts.

"Listen to me, Vincenzo. Enough is enough. I can't bear to see your life in ruins like this. I have come here to inform you that tonight I have arranged a blind date for you with Ms. Claire. Go and..."

"There is no need for it." I interrupted him "I will marry soon." 

It's been a year since I went on blind dates for his sake. He is the only person I care about besides her and he takes full advantage of that. I can't see him sad and he couldn't bear to see me alone. That's why he wants me to end up with a girl who, according to him, would bring color to my life, chasing away the darkness with her light.

Hell! I know no one could pull me out of this phase except her, because she is only responsible for what I am now and could only bring me back to normalcy. I am just waiting for her and I am ready to wait for her entire life.

"Really?" He asked in surprise, "And who is that lucky girl? Won't you introduce her to me?" His eyes sparkled with happiness.

"You can spend as much time with her as I bring her home this week," I said in a cold tone.

"This week? How are we going to do all the preparations for the wedding in such a short time?" He asked.

"There is no need for it. We will have a court marriage."

"Seriously Vincenzo?" His eyes narrowed at me. "You are my only grandson. I have some dreams of your marriage. I can't let you."

"Either I am going to marry her my way or not at all!" I announced and he knows that I do what I do. No one could stand in my way and stop me from doing what I want.

Defeated, he sighed and exhaled a deep breath.

"Fine," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I can't wait to play with my super grandkids," he added with excitement.

"Old man, don't get your hopes too high. I am only marrying her to fulfill your last wish," I stated bluntly, as I don't like to coat my words with honey.

"What do you mean by last wish? I am not going to die anytime soon."

"Hmm," I responded nonchalantly as my eyes moved down to his trembling body and he was standing on his feet only because of the walking stick.

"And as for the kids, once the girl is in your room, you won't be able to control yourself," he giggled like a mischievous teenager.

Someone has said it right: old people become like kids. I am seeing a live example in front of me.

"How could you talk like this to me? I am your grandson."

I was ashamed of his remark. I have given him the freedom to express himself and he takes advantage of that.

"So what? My grandson isn't a baby anymore," he chuckled

"Stop it, Grandpa."

He laughed again

"I can't wait to team up with her and push you out of the house."

My lips pressed in a thin line as I stared at him in disbelief.

"Live in your dreamland. I have an important meeting to attend."

I dismissed him before walking out of the office, where I met with my assistant.

"Sir, here is the file of the startup that has won the investment this year," he handed me. 

I opened it only to be surprised after reading the name, 'Little Stars by Roseline' 

A devilish plan formed in my head. 

Now I know what I need to do to bring that little kitten to her knees!