Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 7: The Opinions

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Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you are riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts. Put your vision into reality. Wake Up and Live! -Bob Marley

Gisella's POV

Pietro, what came over you? I even rejected three suitors for you, and I waited for you for over four years, only for me to end up getting married to someone else.

I sat on Signore Nicolo's big king-size bed, the room was way bigger than my room ten times in a role, well-furnished room in his very own house, away from my parents, my mamma, and papà will be missing me now.

I love Pietro with all of my heart. Thinking about him now is doing a lot of hurt than good. However, I'm still in my wedding dress, thinking about the good, bad and ugly. What made Viola this way? She was my best friend. Even though she betrayed me, she still wants to ruin my life, and I've nothing except my parents and our middle-class grocery shop downtown.

I'm just a middle-class girl looking for a Job, and Viola is from a high-class family. She graduated from one of the best universities, and she has a good job. But since childhood, she has always wanted what I have. I can't come to understand what she wants from me. How can love and the relationship of four years fade so quickly?

"What are you thinking about?"  I was interrupted from my mind discussion, and I raised my head to look at him.

I smiled, knowing he's blind that he can't see how awkward and shattered I am right now. " Uh... nothing, just thinking about my parents, that's all, they will be missing me now." I exhale sharply.

"Don't worry about them too much, Gisella. I have already taken care of them, and no harm will come to them, I promise." he sat down closer to me with his walking cane closer to his side.

I turned to face him. "Why are you doing this?" I question furiously.

he sniffs. "Doing what?" he questions back.

"Why help my family when you don't seem to incline toward us?" I felt broken letting the word out.

he crossed his leg. "You know this marriage is an arranged marriage by my papà, Not me, but you're an exception." he spouts genuinely.

Signore Nicolo Caruso, of the mercy of my family and me and his family. I can't believe this.

"You don't have to care about Pietro Santoro or the Moretti's. All you need to do is to be yourself." he drops his hand on the bed to balance his position.

He is a strange man, I can't seem to understand a word he says, and he does scare me a lot as if he can see me, the way his eyes stare at my rightful position, I felt cold. My mamma said he became cruel and unreasonable after he lost his sight. All his friends left him and the classy girls. No lady was willing to date him.

"Can I tell you an unbelievable secret?" He said.

Instantly, I turned to look at him, and his emerald eyes were already waiting for mine to look back. He drew closer to me. His eyes are beautiful—what a fine man. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable as he rested his hand on top of mine on the bed.

I was sweating and jumped up. "I...I... don't want to know your quick secret Sir, I...I... I'm going to take a bath first." I can see his shocked reaction as his hand find his way to his walking cane and hold it. I walked out at a fast pace. I know he'll be wondering what kind of a wife I am.

Third person's POV

Immediately she left the room, he bought out his mobile phone and dialed a number. "Hello, make sure to keep a close watch on the Moretti's and Santoro's." he hanged up.