Ignoring Mr. Stark

The new Mrs. Stark who alighted from the Stark private jet was a different person.

She wasn't the dumb selfish model who had used a kid to marry Mr. Stark.

But she was no longer the Ms. Goody Two Shoes who had never been acknowledged by her parents.

Not since she learnt the full terms of the marriage contract! 

"What are you waiting for? Get in, I have a meeting..."

Alessandro Stark started in that impatient tone, but was interrupted when his new wife raised her palm, halting his words.

Then she adjusted her sunshades, her diamond ring shimmering on her finger. 

"I won't ride with you. I will take a cab if I have to." 

She had felt bad for Alessandro who had been manipulated into marriage, but he wasn't innocent in the scheme either!

Besides, he had spent their honeymoon in the arms of different women and returned at night smelling like feminine cologne.

He hadn't even cared about the headline he had made in a club, surrounded by women!

He was going out of his way to disgrace her in the marriage. 

Alessandro Stark's golden pupils darkened in rage. Somehow, his wife had dropped the act of being nice and stopped talking to him entirely.

But she was always giggling and smiling brightly whenever she was with the baby.

She must be planning something again, and not knowing what it was had him frustrated for weeks.

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage."

At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." 

Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up.

What the fuck was she trying to pull? 

What new scheme could she be cooking?

Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

The heiress of the Stark family in a cab!

"Sir, are... we still going to the office?" 

The chauffeur and everyone else with good sense avoided Alessandro Stark when his jaw started to tick.

Like now. 

"Where else would go? Get me there in five." 

The chauffer was almost shaking. "O...okay, sir."

It wasn't as if he couldn't afford to cancel as many meetings as he wanted, but he wouldn't be drawn into whatever trap his manipulative wife was scheming.

She was trying to get his attention by playing the pathetic bride to the public, but he would have none of it!

...

For some reason Alessandro refused to think of, he was still bothered by his wife's new attitude when he returned to the mansion in the evening. 

She was in the nursery and he could hear her voice through the baby monitor.

She was reading some animal story to the baby, and managed to sound content doing it!

How the hell had someone as promiscuous as she managed not to sleep around for two weeks in Paris?

It was beyond him!

Minutes later, Zoe muttered something and started to snore softly,and he waited in the room while his wife kissed her goodnight and quietly closed the door.

It was all he could take. 

Alessandro was out of his room in a second and just in time to see her walking towards her own room. 

She stopped on seeing him, and had the audacity to look angry as she made to walk past him.

"What the fuck is your plan?" He held her arm, pulling her back. 

It was the first contact he was making with her since the wedding, and he felt something sizzle between them.

But it was gone in an instant when she fixated cold eyes on him.

"Making Zoe addicted to me. Isn't that what you already have in your mind?" 

Her eyes were sort of different; more beautiful and expressive. The blue irises were like crystals.

He had never gone around noticing people's eyes, but something different was in hers.

Alessandro dropped his arm when she muttered those words. Yes, they were typical of the sort of thing she never thought to hide.

But they sounded... Different.

Something must be wrong with him.

"Leave her to the nanny, nothing will change no matter what you do." 

Eve had read the contract and the other document Hannah had mistakenly sent, she knew what he was talking about, and sucked in a deep breath. 

"Okay, I've heard you. Can I go now?" 

Alessandro was raging within at how bored she sounded. It was a miracle she hadn't started rolling her eyes yet!

"Fine. Just remember to keep your boy toys out of the house. Don't want any of them going near the kid." 

The kid? Now that he was really starting to make her angry despite her resolve to ignore him, Eve crossed her arms over her chest. 

A preparation for retaliation with words. 

"Really? She has a name, Alessandro, and if you had any decency left in you, you would call her name, show her that she actually has a father and quit whoring yourself all over the world!" 

Mr. Stark was stunned.

The woman he married didn't have a way with words, nor did she conceive reasonable statements apart from scheming manipulative shit.

She almost had him believing that she cared about their kid, and she was absolutely right about him not showing concern about the baby. 

But Zoe had been a tool for extorting billions of dollars from him. 

"Why? Are you jealous that I haven't touched you since? Your boy toys never satisfied you as much as I did?" 

He stepped into her space, towering over her senses. 

She was affected, deeply, but she would die before admitting it to him!

Especially with those vile words he was spewing.

And so she scoffed. "Don't kid yourself. The thought of your touch disgusts me!" 

She started to walk away, but for the second time that evening, Alessandro pulled her back, and before she could think, he smashed his lips against hers.