CHAPTER EIGHT

 Gianna's POV;

'Welcome to hell?'

What's that supposed to mean? Does he mean that marrying him is hell or living in Italy is hell? I mean I get he's a player but that doesn't give him the right to say such horrible words to me. And I didn't even know what got into me that made me reply with 'well, let's burn together,' like I was some heroine.

Why do I get this feeling that I just got married to a demon? I'm so scared but at the same time happy, why?

We haven't gotten a chance to speak to each other since there were a lot of people and a lot of introductions. I met a lot of people that I would have to pay a million dollars to meet. On my wedding day, this is all a dream come true. I've always dreamt of marrying someone so popular but I never tagged it to be Adriano. I also met Alanna, Adriano's younger sister, his late father's younger sister, Aunt Virginia, and her husband Mr. Gary De Luca. I don't think Alanna is like Adriano because she seemed like a nice person to me. She gave me her business card to call her anytime I want. I guess I have a new friend now.

"Your family is amazing," I said, breaking the silence. "And your business partners, they're well coordinated and cool. I've always tagged business people to be mean and rude but I guess I was wrong after all. Or maybe they were only nice towards me because you're their boss, I don't know." I chuckled.

But he kept quiet without even sparing me a glance. I didn't know what to say or do to loosen the tension in the car because the silence was so deafening and for the first time in my life I hated silence and I didn't even know why?

"Uhm, what time is our flight, Adriano?" I asked him but he didn't reply.

So I moved forward to ask the driver since Adriano wasn't the one driving. I doubt he even knows how to drive a car.

"Uhm, excuse me, sir, what time is our flight?" I asked the driver.

"A few minutes from now, ma'am," he told me.

It's just forty minutes after four PM here, which means that Italy is six hours ahead of us.

"Okay, thank you so much, sir." I nodded in understanding and I sat back down on my seat. I saw through the peripheral edge of my eyes that Adriano was looking at me softly but the moment I turned to look at him, he turned cold again. 'What's wrong with him?'

I kept looking outside of the window and I jumped as the car suddenly turned right to enter the airport. The driver drove inside a gate that led to the place where a private jet was currently parked.

Adriano unbuckled his seat belt and quickly got out of the car without even being a gentleman to open my door when the car came to a halt. So I unbuckled my seat belt too and got out following him.

Adriano walked towards where an airport employee stood and I stood beside him as he spoke to the guy in Italian with David behind us.

We were soon joined by the pilot after waiting for a few minutes. We boarded the jet and took our seats. I couldn't help but exhale loudly as I sat down on a seat feeling comfortable. I was very tired and exhausted, it's as if I had been jogging the whole street of Florida since morning.

Soon after the pilot announced our departure and asked us to switch off our cell phones which Adriano did not seem to bother about as he looked out of the window as we took off. I wanted to look outside the window because I have never been on an airplane before and I wanted to know how it felt traveling on air but I couldn't because I was scared of heights. I shut my eyes and held my seat tight because I had this ridiculous imagination that we were falling back down.

"Would you like any drinks, ma'am?" I opened my eyes a little and glanced at the air hostess standing in front of me.

"Yes, uhm can I get anything light to eat? I'm so hungry." I said politely.

"Sure ma'am," she said and then turned to Adriano who only glared at her as she stiffened and quickly walked away. 'What's wrong with him? Is this how he treats people? I pray that he doesn't treat me this way.' 

After a moment, the air hostess bought a piece of cake, a sandwich, red wine, and some grapes for me to eat. 'I wonder if this thing is called light food to the Italians'

Digging in on the cake first, David walked in with a laptop in his hands and gave the laptop to Adriano to work on something only the both of them know before he straightened his suit and left, leaving Adriano and I alone in silence again. As I kept eating I would catch Adriano staring at me with a hard gaze but when I looked at him, he would only glare at me. I sighed and lowered my eyes to my plates.

As soon as I chewed on the grape, I moaned loudly at the taste because I loved it. I love fruits but I don't usually get to eat them at home due to lack of finance. I moaned again at the taste and bit my lips as I looked up to Adriano hoping that he didn't hear the sounds I made. And I guess he didn't because he diverted all of his attention to the laptop he was working on.

I moaned again as I took a bite of the sandwich and my stomach grumbled in hunger or maybe satisfaction, I didn't know. As soon as the sound escaped my mouth, Adriano snapped his eyes, glaring at me. 

"Stop making those sounds, you're distracting me from my work." His angry voice made me tense and I gulped down in fear. 'Now, I wondered, how was I distracting him from his work when I didn't do or say anything

After some hours, I felt the plane move unsteadily. We were asked to fasten our seatbelts because we were landing.

We landed in Venice, but I don't know what time it was because my phone was switched off throughout the journey.

The place was almost pitch dark if not for the airport lights surrounding the place as we stepped out of the plane and got into the car. Since I hadn't slept on my way because I was scared of the turbulence, I was exhausted. I could fall any minute from now if I don't take a rest.

We reached a very big and luxurious mansion. I quickly got out of the car taking in sight of the beautiful building in front of me, the house that I am going to call my home from now on, everything just feels like a dream to me.

The car drove away with Adriano still in it and I panicked. "What's going on? Where is he taking Adriano to?" I asked David.

"He's taking Sir Adriano to the office." He replied.

"But it's only thirty-six minutes past two in the morning, why couldn't he just wait till the sun rises? Is he always like that? I mean, does he normally go to work by dawn?" I asked him and I checked my phone for the time. 'Who goes to work by two o'clock in the morning? Only a demon.'

He sighed "Yes ma'am, Sir is always like that. And throughout last week Sir has been running on a tight schedule since the wedding was unplanned. Sir had to postpone and cancel a lot of meetings. The reason why the wedding period was cut short was because the conference meeting Sir has today is a billion euros deal. Sir makes millions within just a day at work." He said, making me look very shocked. 'Someone who makes millions a day canceled and postponed a lot of appointments because of our wedding'

"Okay." I nodded in understanding as we walked inside the house.

"You don't seem to know much about Sir's work. And you seem like a good person." He told me.

"Come on David, don't flatter me," I said, blushing.

"You know, I would never have pictured Sir Adriano with a beautiful and sensible girl like you."

"Why is that?" I asked sharply, wanting to hear more about my husband.

"Because Sir is a player. The only thing he is committed and devoted to is his work, he is married to his work. You know, he was named the most influential man on earth two years ago. Sir only fuck and have one nightstand with girls, he never likes them because they are all gold diggers. In the morning, at work, he thinks with his brain and at night, in his club, he thinks only with his dick." He paused and looked at me.

"Go on. I'm listening."

"Most of the girls he sleeps with, come around to the office claiming that he impregnated them but when a paternity test is done, it all turns negative. So sir Adriano never had marriage on his agenda because of all that. He's only married to his work. He can spend the whole day without eating because of how important his work is." He continued.

"He's a workaholic." I chuckled. And he interrupted "But I'm very sure, he will make an exception for you because you're now his wife. I mean the only person that makes him take time off work is his grandfather Mr. Eduardo Altamira. And since Mr. Eduardo vouched for you, then sir will surely make an exception for you."

"Vouched for me?" I was confused.

"Yes, Mr. Eduardo told everyone on TV that you are beautiful, humble, and innocent as an angel. You know he calls you 'bellezza' which means beauty. And I believe him because Mr. Eduardo Altamira is one wise old man." He said and laughed.

"This mansion is very big, David. Thumbs up to the interior designer who decorated this mansion because he did a great job." I said, still stunned by the view in front of me.

"Yes ma'am, it is. Please follow me upstairs to show you the master bedroom." He said laughing at my shocked face.

"It's Gianna. Please call me Gianna. I get it that I'm your boss's wife but please just call me by my name. I feel awkward when someone calls me ma'am." I told him and he nodded.

I climbed up a couple of stairs to the bedroom. Savoring the place I had always dreamt of, we stopped in front of the bedroom.

"Here Gianna. We're not allowed to go inside the boss's bedroom." He pointed at the door.

"Okay, thank you, David." I smiled and waved at him as he walked downstairs.

I slowly walked inside the bedroom and the light was already switched on.

'Oh my god, this room is heaven on earth. Just take a good look at the king-size bed with a fluffy mattress. And the interior is black. I know that I don't like black but goodness this is beautiful and so masculine. I love this,'

And I began exploring the room; the bedroom has a balcony so I walked towards it and stood there. I looked straight ahead and the strong breeze blew hard on my face. The place was quiet and remote. 'What kind of a person lives here alone? Only a demon'

After a moment, I turned around when I heard Adriano's voice. He stood casually by the door with his hands tucked in his pocket. "What are you doing here?" He asked with rage filled in his words.

"Uhm, David said that, this is our bedr……." I gulped down scared.

"Shut that filthy mouth of yours up, you gold digger." He spat.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE AND THIS IS MY BEDROOM, MINE ALONE. I HATE TO SHARE ESPECIALLY NOT WITH A GOLD DIGGER LIKE YOU. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN COME CLOSE TO THIS ROOM. YOU ARE GOING TO BE SLEEPING IN THE BASEMENT DOWNSTAIRS." He yelled and I was puzzled. 'this guy must be joking'

"What? Why would I sleep in the basement when I should sleep in the room as you? I'm your wife Adriano and not your slave."

He laughed "My wife? Did you just call yourself my wife? Now listen and listen well, I ONLY MARRIED YOU BECAUSE OF MY GRANDFATHER. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT THRASH TO ME. YOU ARE A PIECE OF GARBAGE TO ME. YOU SHOULD NOT THINK HIGHLY OF YOURSELF WHILE LIVING HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE GONNA BE MY MAID. YOU HEARD THAT CORRECTLY 'MY MAID'. AND DON'T YOU EVER IN YOUR LIFE TALK BACK AT ME OR ELSE I WOULD PUT YOU IN YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE. NOW GET OUT" He said pointing at the door, when I made no move, he grabbed my arm very tight and dragged me all the way downstairs to the basement.

"Stop it, Adriano, you're hurting me," I begged him but he didn't stop until he pushed me into the pitch-dark basement with a lot of cobwebs and spiders in it. 

"This is your room. You are not allowed to come upstairs. And you are gonna be the maid, so tomorrow morning you should get to work or else I will punish you severely." He said, devilishly smiling.

"AM I CLEAR?" he asked and I just nodded yes, crying because I was scared that he might hurt me.

"Good, now go to sleep, my dear wife." He winked at me.

'What just happened? What's going on? Eddie lied to me and my family. He betrayed me. Adriano is a demon and I'm going to be living in hell from now on.'