your rudely groom

He unbuttoned the tuxedo and hurled it at the sofa as his formerly well-styled hair became ruffled and his body became fire.

"Stop weeping; I find the sound of your crying annoying!" The man yelled again, bending over Safira's face and crawling after her on the bed as he did so, challenging the girl's eyes who was still sobbing in front of him.

"You're the one who made me cry, sob!" The man in front of her was growing brasher and threatening as she raised her hand in an attempt to create some space between their bodies.

Her wrist was crimson from the man's hand's hold. He had already shoved her into the bed without saying anything.

"All right," the man replied sympathetically. "I apologize for grabbing your hand and slamming you earlier. But please don't cry on our wedding day."

Weakly shaking her head, she realized that the words of the man standing in front of her had only made her feel worse. They were now married, and she couldn't stop crying. On the first day of their marriage, this man had been impolite to her.

She was crying, more tears were shed, and her screaming roar continued to rise.

"Ssshhh!!" The man made an effort to stop Safira from sobbing.

"Can you stop sobbing, please?" However, she continued to cry, which infuriated him even more.

Safira bit him in the palm when he attempted to stop her sobbing by covering her lips with his hand.

"Ouch! Hurt, you sick dunce!" Safira didn't pay attention to the man's groans and curses.

The groom waved the hand that had escaped Safira's bite while scowling in agony.

Safira plunged into the bed after pulling the small veil over her head.

"'Why should I marry you, who are you?"

When Safira spoke out loud, the man scowled; they both appeared perplexed.

The two then locked eyes for a brief time.

"You're Melissa, and I'm Davino."

His ears ache at the sound of her sobbing.

Davino covered his ears so he wouldn't hear Safira's piercing wail, which ruptured his eardrums.

"Not Melisa, I'm Safira. The hell with you, Melisa!"

Davino made an effort to avoid Safira throwing her heels at him as she yelled and haphazardly threw them.

"You're not Melisa, then. So why didn't you speak right away?"

The girl fixed a keen look at the man who introduced himself as Davino.

"How could your men not recognize Melisa and me, huh? Your people are unprofessional, damn them!"

He raised his palms and requested, "Wait.." as he made an effort to collect his thoughts.

Safira cinched her waist with one hand. She was still unhappy, and it was quite upsetting for her to think about what had happened this morning.

She couldn't resist when a luxury car was waiting for her when she arrived at the airport, but it was too late to act suspiciously at this point.

"Safira or Melisa? My bride, who is she? "He questioned.

She yelled, "Up to you." "Your bride is not going to be me, that much is certain. I'm not here to get married; I'm here to apply for college and attend!"

Davino gave a feeble head shake.

"What do you think of the marriage contract we pledged in front of the priest?

What a consensus!" She was even more taken aback.

"You promised to marry me, live with me, have children, and remain my wife until my father consented to give me all of his possessions."

"What! What sort of a contract is that?" She exhibited an odd expression because she was confused. "Such a bizarre agreement? I've never heard of it!"

"C'mon!" To frighten his interlocutor, he sneered and reprimanded Safira while pointing his index finger at Safira's chest.

Watch your finger, please! She resisted Davino's touch on her chest by pushing his finger away.

"I'm not sure what you mean when you say that we agree; it has nothing to do with me; indeed, I don't even want to know who you are. I'm going to leave this lavish setting where our wedding is taking place. So bye-bye!"

He froze, straightened himself in place, and folded his arms across his chest while gazing at Safira's messy appearance with the corners of his eyes.

She should change her clothes and take off her makeup before she leaves this building.

"Are you certain you want to go with that expression?" Davino's attractive face broke into a menacing grin as he criticized his wife's appearance while admiring his smooth skin like a baby's butt.

"That's not your concern; I have to leave this place right away." She reiterated.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Do whatever you want, but you certainly look more frightful than the Halloween ghost decorations!"

"What were you saying?"

She surprises herself when she looks at her disorganized face on the phone screen.

She pondered, "Hmm, weird, I'm so ugly."

But hold on a second!

What we did in front of the priest, she questioned, "Was it about blessing before God, was it like tying a marriage vow?"

Davino confirmed Safira's query with a pursed lip, a smile, and a nod.

She just realized that the man who was standing in front of her was the husband she had married. The sacred vows of marriage, even though she didn't know her husband's name, sounded sacred and couldn't be messed with.

"Davino is my name."

"Vi, Vino, ah sorry, Davino" Her speech was shaky. "Can I go home, Davino, or… no?"

Davino grinned before glaring at her in front of him with slightly narrowed eyes.

He grinned horribly and said, "Sorry lady, bury your dreams to get away from my side. I have to get married quickly so I can legally inherit my father's wealth before he gives all that to his woman. If I don't marry, my father's inheritance will automatically go to my half-brother if he gets married first then me."

"But I'm not your bride; Marisa is." She said not agreed

"I don't care who she is—Melisa, Regina, Georgia—the important thing is that I'm married. There's no need to talk further; you should get in the shower right away."

The towel was flung towards Safira and she caught it.

Oh no, did he tell me to take a shower? Is he planning on sleeping with me after I take a shower and apply makeup? He married to have children, right? She pinned the towel to her body at her chest as her face turned pale at the prospect of it all.

If a couple is married, they shower, and then... The sensual images of a married couple flash through her mind, and she shakes her head in horror.

What a wicked mind she has, wow!

"I've never even held hands with a male, so no, I wouldn't do that with a stranger. Even more, he grasped my hand."

He questioned, angry by Safira's blank expression, "What's wrong with you?

She covered her chest with a towel and yelled, "You instructed me to take a shower, you want to sleep with me!"

He moved closer to the girl as he stepped forward.

"Keep away!" She lifted her hand while averting her gaze. He must want to kiss me, she thought.

reprimand him, "Please miss, do you have a mirror!"

"There is a large mirror on the table over there if you don't have it!"

Davino's index finger led her to the mirror, where she caught a glimpse of herself with smudged mascara, messy hair, and tear powder.

"Who the heck is that? I wish to leave this place and disappear, therefore kindly let me know where the exit is." As she made her way to the restroom, she murmured.

 I'm worse than some strange magician from the dark world!

His arms were crossed across his chest. His eyes were on Safira as she made her way to the restroom.

He scoffed mockingly at Safira's back, "I'm crazy, how could I possibly fancy a lady model like her!"

"All girls are ugly, and my opinions are always correct! All I want is to continue my father's legacy and keep my job! "He told himself firmly.

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He's a young, mercenary CEO, damn it! He hasn't even experienced love yet.

Even cat litter tastes like chocolate if he is already familiar with the sickness known as "love"! simply view it later!