VincenzoDazed, I stared at my own reflection in the mirror. My hair which had always reached just above my shoulders, was cut and looked as ridiculous as the suit I was wearing.Today was my wedding day, and I would not turn back. It had to be done for the family's good, and I was ready to take responsibility.I felt nervous and anxious and had no idea how to go from here—but I had no intentions of showing it. As the head of the Garcia, I could not crumble, especially not the with merge happening. Being there for my family and not letting the Morales walk over me was vital.“You look handsome.” Aunt Nora stood behind me, holding me by my shoulders. She was uncle Bruno’s wife, and by her soft personality, one wouldn’t be able to tell.“Thank you.” I smiled slightly as Bruno pushed away his wife to fix my tie. Lots of friends and cousins had gathered to support me as my groomsmen, which was something my uncle had pushed for, and all everyone kept telling me was how brave I was for savi
AriaIt had been three days since the wedding, and Vince had yet to say a word to me. Ever since the ceremony, he had ignored me like the plague, and I knew I deserved it.What the hell was wrong with me?Why did I have to open my big mouth and call him Vincenzo Morales?Sleeping in separate rooms was not what I had in mind for marriage, nor was Vincent's coming home late every night, making sure he didn’t have to see me.Luis, who rolled his eyes at me whenever he got the chance, locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to be in the same space as me. The only ones keeping me company were Angelo, who had gone away on a family trip, and the maids.Mom and dad, who had finally retired, had treated themselves to a nice vacation and were out of sight.I felt lonely, broken, neglected, and regretted ever marrying Vince—but it was too late to turn back.Due to dad’s latest request, I sent Vince a text, telling him it was time to work on our family's future.That was why he needed m
Aria“Eat as much as you can,” Christian spoke, sitting at the table. “Serena didn’t touch anything—so we’ll live.”The three laughed, and I felt left out because I couldn’t understand the joke. Maybe this was karma for inviting myself to a lunch I wasn’t even invited to.“I can’t cook. I can’t even boil an egg. It’s tragic.” Serena tapped my arm, explaining. “Christian made everything.”“Everything?” I questioned, wondering how he even found the time. The table was filled with bread, pastries, meat, salad, and everything one could think of.“Yes, he baked the breath and everything.” Serena praised her husband, rolling her eyes seductively. By the looks of it, Christian was someone who liked to get stuff done.“What about all those maids?” My words came off as rude—a reminder to myself why I had to keep my mouth shut.“Personally, I think eating a homemade meal feels more sincere,” Christian explained, not feeling offended. “Do you cook, Aria?”“Yes, I love cooking.” The first two day
AriaWe said our goodbyes to the Lambertis, and the driver took us to the infamous Garcia Factory. Many who had either worked or been there stepped out traumatized.From the inside, the heavily protected Garcia Factory looked like an innocent paper mill, but those affiliated with the Garcias knew better.May it be money laundering, forging documents, sending out trucks to deliver and spread the words about their product—the Garcias could do it all.At one point, they were big enough to give the Lambertis and the Alfonzos a run for their money—but with Fabio Garcia out of the picture, rumor had it a lot had changed.As we walked through the building, many women went above and beyond to grab Vince’s attention. From accidentally dropping a pencil and bending so low, we could see their panties from under their uniforms to brushing his shoulder, not giving a shit I was standing right next to him.Vince didn’t forget to acknowledge every single one of them, showing me this was not his first
Vincenzo‘I have high hopes for you.’ Fabio Garcia, the man I used to call dad, had once told me.After we had lost mom, the unborn baby boy, and my brother Gian in a tragic house fire due to miscommunication, he hadn’t always been the best father, but at that time, I didn’t know any better.I could still remember how he used to leave me in the care of his brother, my deceased uncle—while he and Nic went away on ‘business trips.Might I remind you? Nic was still extremely young.Dad was afraid he would lose his heir the same way he had lost the love of his life and my brothers. He couldn’t bare the thought of going through another heartbreak—so he dragged poor Nic around like a bag of dirt while I, who at that time didn’t have much value—had to stay with uncle.Uncle Dotard, as Fabio nicknamed him, used to be his lawyer and lived in Canada with his daughter and wife.I can’t exactly remember at what age—I think I was around five—but somewhere along the way, uncle Dotard adopted a todd
Vincenzo“I thought you’d never ask.” Nico opened the dusty book, flipping through the pages. “Every 4th of the month, a secret and private auction is held in a secret location.” He said. “The location changes monthly, and you can only get in through a special invite.”“How did Fabio get in?”“Your father went by the name of the peddle man.” Nico pulled a red devil mask from in between the pages as a loud cackle escaped my lips. “He was well known and so heavily anticipated, they saved him for last.”“So he really was a villain?” I grabbed the mask from Nico’s hand, waving it back and forth. Apparently, he took his job very seriously.“These are the names of the associates and their phone numbers.” Nico ignored me, showing me a list. “Fabio used to call them from burner phones, making sure they couldn’t recognize his voice.”With my finger, I scanned through the unfamiliar aliases and stopped at the name of the supposed supplier. “This man knew his identity—didn’t he?” I tapped the pa
Vincenzo•Fabio High School Diary 1~Donny and I stole father’s Mustang and drove it around town to show off.Unfortunately, father came home early and was livid. Dotard got in trouble, and I didn’t, so it’s all good.There’s also a new transfer student in our class, and she scares the shit out of me. She won’t stop staring at me with those beautiful demonic black eyes, and I don’t know how to stop her.She’s been following me all week, and Donny heard rumors that she’s been telling the entire school that she’ll marry me.A handsome man like me doesn’t have the urge to be tied to one woman for the rest of his life.•“What’s wrong with that man.” An embarrassed and guilty chuckle escaped from my lips. I wasn’t supposed to laugh at him, better yet—I wasn’t supposed to laugh at his words, but I couldn’t help myself.Who was this Donny guy and why had I never met him?Too ashamed to read further, I folded the paper and stared ahead. It turned out Fabio had also left me some diary from h
AriaFooling Vince and making him believe it was absolutely necessary for us to stop by every warehouse to stop the feud between our men made me feel bad.It was important, but not half as important as me figuring out whatever was going on in that basement.“He’s going to hate me for this,” I told Angelo, who wouldn’t be joining me today. According to him, that would only create more distance between Vince and me, and after seeing that hot new tutor—distance was the last thing we needed.I didn’t intend to call Vince a terrible husband, but he left me no choice.“Just play the game, gain his trust, make sure you end up at the factory—and get to that basement,” Angelo spoke. “Whatever is down there could be of value to the family.”“I know,” I said. “That still doesn’t mean I can’t feel bad.”“About what?” Angelo’s tone changed. “A man that doesn’t want you?”At times his direct words were enough to make me drown, but until now, all Angelo said was reality.“Angelo, did you see Luis’ n