Vincenzo“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this before—but you look ridiculous.” I shook my head disapprovingly, looking at Beau, who had his two toddlers seated on his lap.I guess it was selfish of me to say, but I missed the good old times when my friends didn’t have any dad duties. Most of them had children, while it felt like I was stuck on the same level with my life not going anywhere.“Not half as ridiculous as you driving to that thing’s house last night to make amends.”“Really funny.” I rolled my eyes. “Her name is Aria, and she is the one that apologized to me.”“I don’t understand why you’d want to listen to a single word she had to say,” Beau said. “Especially after the way she talked about Serena.”“I know she’s said many questionable things, but she’s not that bad.”Aria was crazy. I had concluded that a long time ago, but yesterday after seeing the tears streaming down her face, I felt terrible for her and could tell she honestly had no idea her actions had be
Vincenzo“Great, now I have to look for a tutor,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to Luis’ room.I found myself in front of a closed door. “Luis, we need to talk!” I knocked but got no answer in return.“Lu—““Don’t.” My brother yelled back. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your apology.”Where was Nic when you needed him? The same prick who had been so busy saying goodbye to friends was the only one who could handle Luis’ problematic behavior.“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Just tell me how I can fix it. ” I tried getting an answer. “Come on, let’s talk about it!”“I don’t want to talk because you don’t know how to talk—you only know how to yell,” Luis called back. “You can come and talk to me when I feel like talking to you.”Although I wasn’t the only one at fault, I felt terrible for what I had done and wanted to put it behind us so we could find a solution.Luis changed a lot, and I wondered when I began losing control o
AriaJust two more days.Forty-eight hours and I would officially become a married woman—a wife.After my talk with Vince, all hope had returned, and I was still prepared to fight for his heart. According to him, I was not that bad, and I didn’t see that as a rejection.I could only see it as a sign to change into the loving wife he wanted me to be.“Quit dreaming.” Angelo pushed my shoulder.“I wasn’t,” I spoke, looking out the car window.Angelo Marino had been following me around for hours, telling me what to do and what not to do, how to look and how not to look. Angelo was loud, talkative, curious, and anything but shy.I couldn’t even take a shit without him guarding the door.After persuading mom to at least let me take part in one activity, she agreed to let me do the cake testing. Despite the short timeline, mom had found someone who was up for the challenge and could create her dream wedding cake in days.She was in charge of everything, including flying over my awful cousin
AriaThe expression on his face made me anxious and worried. This was not a friendly visit.“I didn’t know you had company.” Vince looked through me, eyeing Angelo. I nudged Angelo’s shoulder, forcing him to step forward so I could introduce him.“Uh, this is—““I know who this is.” Vince snarled in a tone I had yet to hear from his mouth.“Angelo Marino.” Angelo stuck out his hand, showing off his good manners. “I’m looking forward to working…and living with you.”Vince scrunched his nose at the word ‘living’ and placed his hand behind his back, rejecting Angelo’s gesture. “Aria, can we talk.” He ignored his presence. “In private?”“Sure.” I turned to Angelo. “Do you mind giving us a minute?”“Not at all!” He spoke, giving Vince one last smile.As impatient as he looked, Vince tapped his feet on the floor, waiting for Angelo to exit the hall. With his hands through his hair, he let out a frustrated sigh.“I hadn’t expected to do this again, but you just won’t let me live in peace.”W
VincenzoThe three of us sat silently around the table: me, Joe Coreo, and his tempered daughter, who had thrown a cake at me.I had invited them over to talk, but it was really bothering Morales. Showing family they were not the boss over me was a priority, especially after that stunt Aria had pulled yesterday.The second she mentioned my father, something inside me snapped, yet I remained calm. Making a fuss would make me look like the crazy one, and the Garcias desperately tried to remove that image.Unlike Aria, I was willing to fight my battles and did not need guidance from someone like Angelo Marino.All that crap about how I should be grateful to receive her hand in marriage was bull that had undoubtedly come from his mouth. It sounded like something a Marino would say, and all of them were the same. There was no exception.I should’ve punched him yesterday, something to show him not to cross me—but I didn’t want to lose control and become like my father.Angelo and I were pla
VincenzoDazed, I stared at my own reflection in the mirror. My hair which had always reached just above my shoulders, was cut and looked as ridiculous as the suit I was wearing.Today was my wedding day, and I would not turn back. It had to be done for the family's good, and I was ready to take responsibility.I felt nervous and anxious and had no idea how to go from here—but I had no intentions of showing it. As the head of the Garcia, I could not crumble, especially not the with merge happening. Being there for my family and not letting the Morales walk over me was vital.“You look handsome.” Aunt Nora stood behind me, holding me by my shoulders. She was uncle Bruno’s wife, and by her soft personality, one wouldn’t be able to tell.“Thank you.” I smiled slightly as Bruno pushed away his wife to fix my tie. Lots of friends and cousins had gathered to support me as my groomsmen, which was something my uncle had pushed for, and all everyone kept telling me was how brave I was for savi
AriaIt had been three days since the wedding, and Vince had yet to say a word to me. Ever since the ceremony, he had ignored me like the plague, and I knew I deserved it.What the hell was wrong with me?Why did I have to open my big mouth and call him Vincenzo Morales?Sleeping in separate rooms was not what I had in mind for marriage, nor was Vincent's coming home late every night, making sure he didn’t have to see me.Luis, who rolled his eyes at me whenever he got the chance, locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to be in the same space as me. The only ones keeping me company were Angelo, who had gone away on a family trip, and the maids.Mom and dad, who had finally retired, had treated themselves to a nice vacation and were out of sight.I felt lonely, broken, neglected, and regretted ever marrying Vince—but it was too late to turn back.Due to dad’s latest request, I sent Vince a text, telling him it was time to work on our family's future.That was why he needed m
Aria“Eat as much as you can,” Christian spoke, sitting at the table. “Serena didn’t touch anything—so we’ll live.”The three laughed, and I felt left out because I couldn’t understand the joke. Maybe this was karma for inviting myself to a lunch I wasn’t even invited to.“I can’t cook. I can’t even boil an egg. It’s tragic.” Serena tapped my arm, explaining. “Christian made everything.”“Everything?” I questioned, wondering how he even found the time. The table was filled with bread, pastries, meat, salad, and everything one could think of.“Yes, he baked the breath and everything.” Serena praised her husband, rolling her eyes seductively. By the looks of it, Christian was someone who liked to get stuff done.“What about all those maids?” My words came off as rude—a reminder to myself why I had to keep my mouth shut.“Personally, I think eating a homemade meal feels more sincere,” Christian explained, not feeling offended. “Do you cook, Aria?”“Yes, I love cooking.” The first two day
AriaTiago stepped aside to let me into his apartment."So, what do you think?" he asked, shutting the door behind us.I walked in awkwardly, hesitating my next move as he closed the door behind us. My guts told me to run back to the hotel and see what Vince was up to, but I also knew that was none of my business.After all, he was the one who had left me with his friend.When I didn’t respond, Tiago gently placed his hand behind my back and guided me further into the apartment, where I couldn’t help but admire the sleek, modern vibe of the place. He seemed well-organized."You’ve got a nice house," I commented, impressed. “It looks clean and everything.”"Thanks," he replied, glancing back at me with a smile. “Come on, let me give you a tour.”Tiago led me around the house and was rather talkative, yet my mind was still stuck at Vince. Would he be with her?Livia?I saw the way he looked at her, and I couldn’t blame him. She was gorgeous, kind, smart—normal…I hadn’t even noticed we
AriaI walked up the stairs of a beautiful restaurant, following behind Vince as we were led to a dimly lit hall. Through the glass windows, I could already see a guy standing inside, waving with a bright smile plastered on his lips.One of the waiters opened the door, and the guy immediately pulled Vince into a warm hug. As he looked at me over Vince’s shoulder, I took the opportunity to study his face. He was handsome and toned, with beautiful golden brown curls, but the thing that made him likable without having to say a word was his sincere and kind smile.That was something I could never manage, no matter how hard I tried—because nine out of ten times, my smile was forced.When Vince let go of him, he took a step forward and gave me a polite nod. I tried to smile back, feeling a bit out of place.“Your wife?” he asked, his tone cheerful.Vince nodded and walked over to place his hand behind my back before gently pushing me forward. I stuck out my hand, but instead of shaking it,
VincenzoWe had finally arrived at our hotel in Miami. I guess it was supposed to be a honeymoon, but all I could think about was how long this trip was going to take and what kind of drag it could turn out to be with Aria by my side.To avoid any suspicion or negative comments, I booked a shared suite for Aria and me. It was all for appearances because I had also made sure the suite was big enough for separate rooms, separate beds.Getting too close to her was the last thing I wanted. The idea of being in such a small space with her was already suffocating enough.My focus was on Tiago and persuading him quickly so we could head back as soon as possible. The less time I spent here, the better.I pulled out my phone, expecting to see a text from Livia—but there was nothing. I couldn’t help but wonder what she and Dace were doing at the moment.Would they be okay?Settled in, alright?As I was the one to ask her on the trip, it made perfect sense for me to check up on her. Before doing
VincenzoA belated honeymoon?What the hell was I even thinking?The idea had popped out of my mouth before I could fully think about it, and it was all because of guilt.Aria’s excitement had me regretting the words almost immediately as I did not want to give her the wrong impression. She said she loved me, and here I was—taking her on a honeymoon. It wasn’t helping my case.As much as I appreciated her love, my opinion of her hadn’t changed. She was not someone I could see myself with, and I would never love her. I didn’t even know if I could.I pitied her because she was raised in a mess of a family she didn’t ask for. I pitied her because she didn’t know any better.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I carefully thought about my next steps. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be alone with her, and I would pull every string to avoid that from happening.Sprinting down the stairs, I headed to Luis, who was in the back, studying with Livia. His results had been good the past few days. A good rea
Aria"And this is why I've decided we need someone for the tech, someone to drive the truck, someone to go over the numbers, and three people—obviously you and me, to go to the auction," I shared my conclusion. I turned to Vince, who was watching me attentively, taking in every word.No words left his mouth."What do you think?" I asked, awaiting his answer."I think your brains must be hurting from planning it all out," Vince joked.I chuckled nervously. Planning did have a way of making my head spin, but I enjoyed doing it. Better yet, I already had my whole life planned out, including this very moment."I think it's a good idea," Vince admitted. "I just don't know where we can find more people from the outside who aren't afraid to work against the Lambertis." He furrowed his brows, deep in thought.I thought about the first person qualified for the job to drive the truck. Angelo.He was trustworthy, on my side, and as a Marino, knew his way around the business.Vince didn’t really
VincenzoWe sat in utter silence, on the opposite side of each other, without either of us saying a word.Aria had left the scene to give us some privacy. My eyes tried to avoid Serena, mainly because I didn’t want to get bewitched by the woman who held the power to do so.The moment I did look up, I saw Serena carrying the same smile on her lips as she always did, but this time it wasn’t because she was happy to see me. It was because she was unsure of what to say.“Vince?”Before she could say something else, I pulled out the necklace and threw it on the table. “Here,” I spoke, coldly.Her eyes widened as she grabbed the small piece of jewelry and balled it in her fist. “Did you find it?” She asked. “Who took it?”There it was again.Who took it?Where was it?The question added to my irritation. "I'm not doing this again, Serena," I told her. “I’ve already done it with Christian, I’m not doing it with you.”"I... I'm sorry," Serena looked apologetic, shaking her head. "You're right
Vincenzo•Fabio High School Diary 3~I said it would happen, and it did.Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student—Snooper.I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.Now I don’t feel like writing anymore…•I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it all even funner.The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment. She had surely dodged a bullet.One I couldn’t avoid.Lite
AriaI got what I wanted, didn't I? Then why did I feel so guilty?I stirred the pot as Angelo told me to, I wedged myself between Christian and Vince's friendship, as Angelo had instructed. He agreed to sell the weapons, which was great—but I never wished to see him in pain.The look in his eyes upon hearing about Christian's words devastated me, and it took me back to reality.Vince was a real person with feelings.But regardless of his feelings, I did what was best for the family. So no matter how difficult it was, I tried pushing my guilt aside.It was late at night when I returned the necklace to the empty warehouse, to the spot Vince had requested.Once I arrived back home, it was already past midnight. I walked into the kitchen to clear my head, in the mood for a late-night snack. After all I had been through, I definitely deserved that."What has the privilege of going into my mouth," I sang, opening the fridge. Just as I was about to reach for something, a voice startled me.
Vincenzo"I've never disrespected you or your wife, so please don't come in here and disrespect mine either." He had taken it too far."You've never disrespected us?" Christian questioned with a smile. "Then what about you disrespecting our marriage by eyeing her like she's some meal every second, or you trying to kill all of us when you turned full-on maniac and went on a rampage?"The men behind Christian chuckled, and I felt the sting of his words. He could take my feelings for Serena however he wished; I didn't care about that. But everyone knew my past was a sensitive subject, and hearing him of all people bring it up like that was like a knife to my heart.I glanced at Beau, who lowered his head in shame. Even the one who was there at my lowest point stood and watched without putting an end to it.Christian seemed to realize the impact of his words, and his expression softened. "I'm sorry, Vince. I just want my father's necklace back." His words sounded sincere, but the damage h