Love?
An infatuation in this world of changing order and fake lovers.
Hatred?
A permanence in this world of growing betrayers.
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"Sir! It's important!"
Vincenzo's gaze didn't leave the paper in his hand.
Showing John his hand,he was ordered to wait.
While John shifted his wait from one leg to another in anxiousness,Vince didn't pay much heed.
Once done he pushed back his seat and gave John his full attention.
"Speak"
"Sir....I was informed but I....your wife...I mean Mrs Alessa ...she...still went outside without security .We tried stopping her but-"
Vincenzo face showed indifference.
Sighing he picked another paper from the table.
"Where?"
His body leaned forward to pick up a pen and sign on the sheets.
"That....I.....I should have told you earlier...but you were busy....she went to see her father"
Vincenzo's hand stopped as he looked up.
His grip on the pen tightening.
"And?"
"And they talked for an hour or so .She looked uneasy when she came back."
Vince simply nodded and dismissed him.
The pen rotating between his fingers as he decided to set new rules for his wife.
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He came back to eerie silence.
His block heel hitting the tiles,the only sound that was being heard.
A young house helper came forward to take his coat and he removed it from his muscles shoulders.
The action making his bicep muscles to flex and the housemaid's eyes to divert away.
"Where is she?"
His question direct as he picked up the glass of water she offered.
Gulping it down.
"Miss Alessa is in the kitchen Sir...she refuses to rest."
Her answer making crease to appear on his forehead as he looked at her through narrowed eyes.
"And why are you here for? Didn't I tell you stay with her at all times?"
She started rubbing her hands together in anxiety.
Her words coming out as a mere whisper.
"I...I am sorry Sir..but ma'am asked me to leave...I..."
He didn't pay much heed to her.
Moving towards the kitchen he dismissed her.
There he saw his newly wed wife baking oatmeal cookies while limping on one leg.
Her hands moving like a pro as she kneaded the dough.
He could see some drops of sweat covering her forehead as she moved up her arm to clean them.
He leaned against the threshold,watching her silently.
He looked down to see her wearing his clothes.
His favourite t shirt to be exact which was 2 size bigger for her and shorts 2 inch longer.
He couldn't help smile.
He has filled her wardrobe with top brands and still she preferred these.
Spoiled brat.
Isn't this what people say about her.
But then why this girl here disregarded brands like waste?
Don't they generally live for these expensive clothes?
Her eyes suddenly stopped at him and so did her hands.
Those brown eyes widened for a second but she covered it up well.
She continued doing her work completely ignoring his presence all at once.
"Don't wives generally greet their husbands when they come back from work?"
His question falling on deaf ears as she did nothing to acknowledge him.
Moving towards her,he stood behind her to see her muscles get tensed.
He smiled at this.
So my closeness does effect you.
He thought.
"Hi"
Came her sweet reply which was nothing more than a whisper.
But being so close to her he heard her.
Next she knows a hand moved forward from behind her touching her arm in process.
She saw the veins in his forearm flex and she gulped.
His hand proceeded to pick up a cookie from the lot of the newly baked ones.
Her eyes widening at his action.
She just got them out of the oven,they were very hot.
He will get his hand burned!
Holding onto his hand ,she stopped him.
The mere touch of their skin sent a bolt of electricity through their hands and they quickly moved back their hands.
"They are hot."
She simply replied with her back still on him.
On getting no response she thought he left but the aura that surrounded her said otherwise.
She gulped as she felt his his chest touch her back.
His voice a near whisper next to her ear.
"Alessa you were asked to rest. You are straining your ankle,it will get worse."
The very thought of him caring did something inside her.
No one ever cared for her,it was always the other way.
But again he cared for Alessa Roussou ,a billionaire's daughter.
Not for Amara Luca.
"I was bored"
She picked up the cookies he earlier aimed for.
Cooling it she turned around to offer it to him.
She didn't wanted to look rude by denying him a cookie.
But to her surprise when she turned,he was too close.
Her hands almost touched his toned chest .
"This is not an excuse .You will come back once done with this."
She looked up to see genuine concern in his eyes.
Nodding she moved her hand up to offer him the cookie.
She expected him to hold the cookie with his hands but to her surprise she felt his hand grab her wrist.
Her widened eyes met his to only see him stare back at her with the same intensity.
Next she knows her hand was moved forward and he was feeding from her hands.
His lips wrapped around it and she felt her cheeks burning.
He enjoyed the cookie,he was literally swimming in oats and raisins when he took note of her reaction.
Those shy eyes,rosy cheeks and ice cold hands.
He couldn't help enjoy it.
"I..oh no my cookies!!"
She suddenly exclaimed pushing him and trying to dash towards the oven.
Her injured ankle twisted all of a sudden and she found herself falling in front.
She was ready to break her fall with her hands when she felt strong hands on her waist from behind.
Before she could voice her pain,he had already lifted her up from the ground and placed her on the kitchen counter.
Switching off the oven he stormed towards her with heavy footsteps.
"Are you crazy woman!! I told you to rest ! Why is it so difficult to understand?"
His eyes were veiled by tinge of anger , trying to hide the underneath concern.
She refused to meet his gaze.
Knowing already that she was at fault.
"It may be a ligament tear but if you put pressure on it ,it can turn into something worse! But no daddy spoiled princess was getting bored so she decided to defy my orders!
How careless of you!!"
She tried hiding but failed.
Her closed fists showed how bad she was trying hiding the pain in her ankle.
His scolding only being a catalyst to it.
"Your father may have tolerated your snobbish tantrums but I won't!
If I say you don't..you do not!
Do you understand me!"
The pain in her ankle was getting unbearable.
"I asked do you understand me Alessa!!"
Instead of replying she lowered her head further.
She couldn't hide it any longer.
Her lips were going to bleed with the force of her teeth.
A tear escaped her eyes.
His eyes stopped at the tear strain on her shorts and he froze.
Did he made her cry?
But he didn't say much...he was just concerned.
His thoughts got interrupted when he saw her ankle.
"Sh**!"
He cursed as soon as he saw it.
It was starting to swell again.
Ransacking through the fridge, he brought a ice pack and placed it on her ankle.
She hissed .
His cold eyes looked up at her, seeing her holding the corner of her shirt tightly.
He continued studying her face that was partially hidden by the veil of her long hair.
Her hands loosening their grip after few minutes.
"It's fine. Please don't..."
She felt this extremely weird.
Him down on his knees in front of her while she was placed on a high pedestal.
A powerful person as him holding onto her feet in the palm of his hand.
He sure was a king but she was not a Cinderella.
More like an impersonate of a princess.
"I... please give it to me..I will do it."
She tried moving her leg back when his hand clasped her ankle in his firm grip.
Her heart started beating faster as she looked down at him.
"Don't. Enjoy while it lasts princepessa ,for I am not a man who usually shows kindness."
He looked up to meet her eyes,before saying his next words.
"Nor who takes disobedience lightly"
She tried showing his words didn't effect her,but from inside she knew she was shuddering.
Breaking his eye contact ,they continued sitting there for next 30 minutes.
Not a single word was exchanged but somehow it felt relaxing.
The chirping of the evening birds,lush green garden view and that soothingly sun rays on her skin were calming all her tensed muscles.
His touch on her ankle, the only place of tenderness.
She heard his phone ringing and he didn't waste a second to pick it up and place it between his shoulder and ear.
His hands not ready to leave her in discomfort.
"Yes?"
She heard an urgent voice from the other side.
His face calm in contrast to the person's urgent voice.
After few minutes when she thought he wouldn't answer.
He said in a calm yet dangerous tone.
"Are you sure it's him?"
He asked while looking up at her.
She now knew what this call was about.
Her hands started sweating as she avoided his gaze.
Earlier that day David ordered her to get him some files from Vince's office.
It was pure treason.
A deception.
But again wasn't that why she was here.
She managed to do it even with her broken ankle and limping leg.
She gave him the files and carried home a heavier burden of regret.
But what could she do?
She will not let them kill her brother no matter what.
But now burning under his gaze,she dosen't know who is worse.
Betraying David or the beast staring at her with a deadly silence.
He ended the call but not a single word of accusation was placed on her.
Feeling beads of sweat on her forehead she tried escaping his prison.
Placing down her good foot,she attempted to slide down the counter when she felt hands being placed on the marbled counter.
Blocking her
Her eyes were casted down,afraid of him catching the lies in her eyes.
His body moved forward making her sit back on the counter again.
She could feel his minty breath on her neck and goosebumps involuntarily appeared on her arms and neck.
Her breathing stopped as she wished for this to get over.
"Do you wish to tell me something tessoro?"
"No"
She whispered almost immediately, without thinking or meeting his gaze.
His finger move up to gently trace her chin , when suddenly he pushed her face upwards.
Meeting her betraying eyes.
"You know Alessa I am willing to give us a chance. But that is possible only if you feel the same way."
His body moves forward towards the counter, pressing her more to his chest and blocking her legs.
"If you are willing to trust me. I promise to bring hell onto the person who dares to harm something that belongs to Vincenzo Accardi."
Her heart started thumping.
His closeness was already enough ,but his words.
They were seeping straight into the depths of her naive heart.
She saw nothing but truth in his eyes.
His hand moved up.
Leaving her chin to gently place his palm against her cheek.
Her hot face involuntarily tilting to welcome his cold touch.
A smile escaped on his lips as he saw her enjoying his touch.
Her eyes closing down and face leaning against his palms.
She is gullible.
Being the first thought that came to his mind as he enjoyed rubbing his thumb on her soft warm cheeks that have turned a shade redder.
He couldn't help himself.
The light through the window made her look like an angel.
He moved closer while her eyes were still closed.
Those slightly parted lips were inviting him for a treat.
But at the last moment he changed his course.
Placing a soft gentle kiss on the corner of her lip he found her widened eyes meeting his.
Her hands didn't push him,instead they tightened on his shirt and he smiled at this.
Moving his hand towards her thigh,he thought of picking her up and taking her to her room to rest when she interpreted it as something else.
To his surprise firm words came out of those tempting lips.
"Stop"
Her voice had no hint of doubt.
She was too sure about this.
He looked taken back for a second but quickly covered it.
A smirk making its way to his lips.
"Are you sure princepessa?"
Her eyes hardened at him.
Showing she was not in a mood to joke.
Those orbs had a fire he never saw in any girl before.
They were scrutinising him,testing him and what was that?hate?
"I have a problem that made me stay away from men all my life Mr Vincenzo."
He gave her his full attention.
Interested to know more about his mysterious pixie.
"And what will that be Bella?"
He said moving her flick behind her ear.
"I don't trust people... especially men"
His hand stopped.
Right in her tangled web of silky hair as he met her eyes.
Sadness, loneliness,pain
They were all present there
Drowning him along with her in their depths.
"I will try to be a good wife Sir Vincenzo. Be it cooking,laundry, cleaning or doing anything else for you.
I will do it but-"
He wanted to stop her right there.
What was this girl saying.
She was his wife not a maid.
Why will she do all this for him?
"I just can't satisfy you in any other respects...I am sorry but this what happened here...it was a mistake...I....."
He stopped her this time.
Not willing to listen to any other sh**.
Moving back from her,he stood back at his full height.
Arms crossed in front of his chest as he started.
"You are my wife Alessa, why are you thinking about all these useless things.
Laundry, cleaning...I have hundreds of workers taking care of it,why will you do it?"
She looked up confused.
As far as she knows her mother did all that for her father.
Her grandmother did all that for her grandfather.
Wasn't she to do it for her husband?
"But these are what wife's do..."
"No my little pixie ,a wife not just does that.
She stands by him in all his failures,she boosts him when he feels low.
She makes him cry in happiness and smile in pain.
She is his backbone."
The words were foreign to her.
She never had anyone to explain these things to her.
"Oh"
The only thing she could say in response.
"As my wife you are my other half Alessa .I believe in destiny and you were destined with me.
I just want you to stand by me and I will stand against this entire world for you."
No one ever loved her.
Then why was this man taking such heavy burden on his shoulder.
"Why? You.... don't even know me"
She managed to ask to only see him smile in return.
"I know you enough Bella... enough to know how you hide your tears behind your hair,your pain behind smiles and your lies behind these down casted eyes"
She looked up,so he knew of her visit to David.
"Yes Alessa I know much more about you than you think.
Even about the feelings that are going on inside you that made you push me away."
This time her mouth opened slightly,cheeks turning more rosy.
He moved closer,his eyes holders hers captive.
"Take your time. I won't rush but remember you won't succeed in pushing me away.
I know when the other person is willing and you my wife are more than willing.
You will be mine."
The last line sent shivers down her spine.
Before she could protest,she felt his hands again move towards her thighs and she panicked.
Before she could utter a word,her body was hoisted up and he pressed her legs around his waist.
Her arms automatically locking around his neck as he made his way towards their room.
Her eyes taking in his handsome face and perfect jawline as he looked in front.
"Admiration is just the beginning Bella"
And with this she turned her gaze away and he actually smiled after a very long time.
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Trust is like a tower of deck of cards.
It takes hours to build it, but a mere gust of wind to bring it all down.
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