{Naomi POV}A slight knock on the door woke me out of sleep. I turned, groaning softly as I gripped the nearest pillow and clutched it close. The softness made me sink back into it, my eyes still closed, already drifting back to sleep.But then came the creaking sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps. I groaned louder this time, forcing my eyes open as I sat up, glaring at whoever dared to ruin my peace.“What’s with the noise? Can’t I at least enjoy my sleep? Must you make everything difficult, Enzo?” I muttered, rubbing at my eyes.My gaze landed on a young lady dressed in a maid uniform. She was holding a box big enough to size me if I got squashed in. Behind her stood another lady, dressed in a black and white corporate outfit, arms folded, watching me with a serious face.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the maid said quickly. “Mr. Vitale asked that we get you ready for the wedding on time.”“Wedding?” I repeated, confused for a second. Then it hit me, like someone had slapped the c
{Naomi POV}“Hm, uh...” I stammered, trying to speak, but my words tumbled out in pure gibberish. I stepped back from Enzo, my breath shaky. “I... I need to see my mom.”Enzo stared at me like he was calculating the easiest route to kill me. His expression was flat, dangerous. He didn’t offer a single word, and every time our eyes met, I felt like disappearing right there, melting into the floor.“I had to sneak out,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze falling to his fists, balled up tight, his knuckles slightly pale from the force. “You wouldn’t let me see her if I asked.”“I thought I gave you an instruction,” he growled, voice sharp like broken glass. “Do not leave the room!”I opened my mouth, heart in my throat, but before I could explain, his hand shot out and grabbed mine. His grip was rough, his skin cold against mine. He pulled me behind him like I wasn’t even there, like I was just something attached to his hand.The spot where he held me burned, I winced but didn’t struggl
{Naomi POV}Enzo walked up slowly, his presence heavy like a storm cloud rolling in. The moment he reached me, he slid his hand around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My skin crawled under his touch.Enzo’s voice was harsh as he looked at the guy. “Don’t you dare threaten my fiancée, Brian!”Brian. I blinked up, glancing between them.Brian’s eyes narrowed, but he scoffed in response. “Your fiancée,” he repeated, looking away briefly before meeting Enzo’s gaze again. “How come I’ve never seen her before? Why haven’t you introduced her until now?” His lip curled like he’d just tasted something bitter. “So desperate for the inheritance, huh, Enzo? You probably hired a cheap slut to play wife.”My jaw clenched, heat rushing up my neck in anger. But before I could say anything, Enzo’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers digging into my side.“Mind your words, Brian or I might remind you of your place,” he said coldly.Brian’s eyes shifted to me, his angry stare sharp, but Enzo di
{Naomi POV}Enzo’s hand loosened around my wrist as we kept walking further up the stairs, but it didn’t ease my nerves one bit. My skin still tingled where he’d been holding me, and not in a good way. I looked over at him, biting the inside of my cheek.Why do I feel like this is going to be my life now? Him dragging me around in front of guests like some trophy wife, pretending this is all normal.I shifted my hand, trying to pull it free from his grip, but the moment I moved, his fingers tightened again like steel wrapped in skin. His head snapped toward me, eyes cold and sharp. “What are you trying to do? Have you forgotten our terms and conditions so soon?”My heart jumped. I swallowed hard, heat rushing up my neck like a steam train about to blow. “Terms and conditions?” I asked quietly, my eyes flicking around as we stepped into a quieter hallway away from all the whispers and stares. “If this is really just a marriage contract, then we don’t have to hold hands when no one’s wa
{Enzo POV}The hushed sound of guests in the hall echoed through the place, followed by the soft clicking of glasses as I climbed down the stairs.Their gazes fell in my direction. I knew exactly what they were all expecting. Ever since my father's death, all they’ve done is whisper about his will. Their curiosity about who between my stepbrother and I would get married first had become their topmost priority. Tonight, I’ve decided to silence their whispers."Mr. Vitale, what a pleasant surprise to have you show yourself to us," an elderly man in a grey suit stepped forward, his fake smile stretched too wide. "You must have something in store for us.""Don’t get your hopes high, Mr. Benard. I hate too many compliments," I muttered and walked past him.Fake compliments. I knew them very well these days. Ever since the night my father was assassinated right in front of my eyes, nothing felt real anymore. I still couldn’t clear my head of the image of the masked figure, the gloves, and t
{Naomi POV}“You heard me,” he replied. “You want to stay out of jail? Then sign it. Be my wife. That’s the only way you’ll work off one hundred million under my control. Otherwise—” he stood tall again—“the police are a phone call away.”I stared at the paper, my tears soaking into the corners of my lips.MARRIAGE CONTRACT AGREEMENT TO ENZO VITALEI felt a rush of nausea rise in my throat as I slowly looked away from the paper and met his eyes. The coldness in his gaze was enough to freeze me solid, talk less of staying under the same roof with him.I tried to imagine the horror, but my brain refused. I shook my head quickly. “No, please. I can’t.”He turned from me and walked over to his chair, sitting down like a king about to give judgment to a criminal. “Then you’ll go to jail,” he said flatly. “I’ll make sure of that.”My head ached so badly I thought it would split in two. I didn’t know what to do. My heart screamed for help, but no one was coming. I suddenly wished Chloe was h