She walked into my world

Marcello's POV

"Forget?" I whispered gently as I pinned her beneath me and fanned her face with my breath.

"Yeah. Make me forget–everything." She continued.

I made sure I carefully worked my lips all over her body. Even when she failed to reply to me when I asked how she wanted her man to treat her, I ensured to give her the best night–the type that'll make her forget just as she requested.

"You want to forget, right? I assure you, after tonight, I'll be the only thing that you'll ever remember." I whispered into her ear.

 I must confess, she's the sweetest and sexiest girl I've ever gone down with.

"Heh, I think it's high time you start to leave. I need some time to myself."

I heard her tiny voice pierce my ears. I just lowered my head and smirked. 'Is this girl crazy? I should leave the room I lodged in with my own money?' But the good thing about her command is that her voice sounded uncertain, trembling as if she's scared of the unknown.

I turned, rolling my eyes from her head to her toes. "What did you say again?" I raised my brows.

I saw the way she quickly retrieved her confidence into her body, and I almost burst out with laughter.

"Didn't your father tell you that you've been sold off as a repayment of his debt? You're nothing but the outcome of a piece of negotiation, little girl."

"Next time, tell your father to control how he takes loans just to play dirty gambling."

"I don't know what you're talking about! And my father–he was never a debtor or a gambler!" She argued, her voice laced with fear, but the staunch look on her face cannot be concealed.

I wanted to talk when my phone suddenly started to ring.

"Boss, did you let the Castle’s heiress escape? I just saw her with another man!"  My right-hand man, Envo Capone, asked from the other end of the phone.

I frowned. "What did you say your name is again?" I asked the slender body hiding herself inside the duvet as if there were more features to hide from me.

"I...I am Vittoria. Vittoria.... Vittoria Costa. I'm just a kindergarten teacher who's also surviving on student loans." She stuttered, as if to even pronounce the name was now a big deal.

Shit!  I ran my hands over my hair.

"Then how the hell did you get in here since you're not my arranged bride? And I don't even think you're in any way related to the Castles!" I roared impatiently, clenching my fist to suppress the urge of snapping her head out of her neck.

"I...I am sorry, sir. I... I think I was under the influence of alcohol, and I entered the wrong room! But I was also supposed to meet someone!" She defended with a weak, trembling voice as she glanced at the number on her key holder.

"Since we're both mistaken, can you excuse me now so that I'll dress up and leave?" She asked,d but immediately went mute even before my gaze could fall on her.

"Since you're so unwise to enter the wrong room, then you have to own up to your mistakes!" I retorted.

"You can't force me to!" Those confident words from her lips pierced through my ears. I turned, clenching my fist as Irubbedb my knuckles, because by mere looking, she's too fragile to withstand just a punch from me.

I still couldn't bring myself to accept that, after all the debts the Castle family had owed me, I still didn't end up with their daughter!

‘Those men must be idiots! I told them to personally bring the girl to my room!’

"Boss, do you still want me to get her for you? I can do that right away!" A message notification from Envo dropped. Before I could type a reply, I saw similar notifications popping up one after the other. I clicked it open.

"Damn it! It's the news of my wedding. It has already reached the internet that I'm married to a faceless bride!

Arrrrrrg!!!!! I roared. I know this must be the handiwork of Philip Seymour. That guy had been a thorn in my flesh, but never! I can never allow him to rule the underworld. I can't allow that bastard family to regard me as a weakling.

"Listen." I turned to the green-eyed lady on the bed. "I'm not forcing you to stay back, but I want to tell you that from now on, you are my possession.

I own you–your body, your soul, and even your breath and everything! You're all mine, Vittoria."

"You don't own me, Mr Besides, you can't own someone!" She argued, pulling her face away as if trying to avert my gaze.

"We're married already, Vittoria. And I can't annul it!"  I affirmed.

"What? When did you and I ever get married?" She exclaimed, her voice evident of fear.

"On the internet. Don't you remember when we exchanged vows in the presence of the online pastor?" I remarked and showed the screen of my phone to her face, allowing her to see the short clip from our exchange of vows yesterday.

She was speechless. Seems she can't even remember anything that played during the wedding last night.

"You caused this, so you and I must remain married for at least six months from now."

I saw her eyes heavily sullen with tears that were threatening to fall, but who cares? She's the one who decided to be stupid to ruin my arranged marriage.

"I'll have the contract drafted before the end of today so that we'll both sign off," I remarked, but she remained silent.

"And again, get ready. We're leaving in the next hour. You're taking me to your family so that we'll make things formal, understood?"