Zoya's POV
An hour after the wedding
He was insistent that we leave immediately for Italy. Oh my god does this man have a little bit of patience? He is planning to get me out of my home and nation as soon as possible. I have already noticed how he didn't attend any of the ceremonies. I doubt whether he will spend time with me.
Soon we were in his car driving towards the airport. Through my side view, I take in his appearance. I have not seen him properly yet. He had a chiselled face with sharp grey eyes and a pointed nose, his hair was styled neatly and he had a trimmed beard. His features looked sharp.
And on the other hand here I have chubby cheeks, brown eyes, brown hair and a small nose. He is way better than me but why would he want to marry me?
Renzo's POV
From my peripheral view, I was able to see her looking at me. I am 1000% sure that she is thinking about why I married her. Well she will have to wait to know the answer. I turned to look at her, she immediately turned her attention to her fingers playing with them. She was looking so cute except for her dress which was showing off her cleavage and it was not helping me. Ahh, what is happening to me I should not let my emotions overpower me. I turned my head back towards the windows.
Soon we reached the airport. I got out of the car and walked towards my private jet. I looked around only to see her struggling to walk in her dress."Can you walk a little bit faster?" I ask her annoyed. "Sorry, it's just that this dress is a bit heavy and you are walking so fast" She replies. I turn around and walk towards her without any further talking I pick her up and walk toward the plane. She was right this dress is very heavy. Why did she have to wear such a heavy dress?
Zoya's POV
I didn't expect this from him. He held me close to his chest and I was able to smell his musky scent. Once we reached inside he made me sit on a seat and sat opposite me."You can change your dress if you need, there are clothes in the second room to the left." he said. I thank him and walk towards the room. I enter inside and lock the door. There were a few comfy clothes on the bed. I took a set from it and changed my dress. I also removed my makeup. I went back and sat opposite him, looking out of the window. That's when the pain of leaving home hits me.
Zoya's POVAfter a few hours of flying, we reached Italy. Again there was a car waiting for us. This time I matched my pace with his because I was in comfy clothes.The drive was silent. I was still overthinking about the person near me. I mean he hasn't been rude to me and he hasn't been so nice either. He sure was sweet in carrying me to the plane as I was not able to walk and in providing me with comfy clothes but he never showed any emotions it was like his heart was made of ice. Anyways I am planning to keep my distance from him and try not to get into his bad side.After an hourThe car drove into a driveway and came to a halt. I raised my head to see where we were. On seeing the sight in front of me, my jaw fell to the floor. "Get out," he said coldly. I got out and followed him into the house. It was like being in a dream. Ever decor and furniture were so beautiful, everything was placed where it was meant to be.He clapped his hand and a maid appeared. "Show her around and l
Zoya's POVI ran out of my room. I was able to see downstairs. There was a man on the floor with blood pooled around his head. Renzo stood there with a gun in his hand. What kind of person is he? He just killed a person and is standing there in a calm manner. My body started shaking when I saw the sight in front of me. He slowly turned around and found me staring at the dead person. He gave me an evil smirk. I quickly turned around and walked into my room. He is a monster, he kills people and doesn't feel guilty for it.I sat down in the chair near the vanity. I have been here only for an hour and I have already seen a dead person, who was shot by my husband. (Eww. Calling him my husband is disgusting. ) . I try to calm myself and try to forget the incident because if I were to live here my whole life, I should get used to it. It's a part of the package if you marry a person from the mafia. And I can't change my fate, I just have to accept it.Half an hour later"Madam. Dinner is read
Renzo's POVI am surprised by her character. I would never expect a girl who is not completely into the mafia to not scream her heart out after seeing a dead person on the floor. I do know that her parents told her that they belonged to the mafia only a few days before the marriage. I do wonder where she got all that braveness to not become a screaming mess.She comes down for dinner wearing oversized pyjamas. It's another surprise because when girls see me they are ready to walk around me without clothes but she has got it all covered up. Before she reached here, her clothes and belongings were brought by my men and the maids arranged them in the closet. If her belongings were not brought here, I would have asked someone to buy her clothes and trust me all my female friends are behind tiny clothes, which would have eventually led to her wearing short clothes in front of me. I wonder how she looks without those coverings. Ahh.. I should stop myself from getting these thoughts. She is
Zoya's POVIt's been four days since I came here and today is Sunday and I want to go to church. If you are wondering my mom is a Christian, so I have gotten used to going to church on Sunday.I get up from the bed, take a bath and go downstairs. I find him by the dining room reading a newspaper and sipping his coffee.I go near him. Ohh...oh, how am I supposed to address him?I try to get a "Renzo" out of my mouth but it comes out in a meek tone. I hope he heard it and yes he did hear it and turned towards me. "Yes. What do you need?". Why can't this person at least say a good morning?"Umm..today is Sunday, can I go to church?" I ask him."Church?....""Yes church," I tell him. He calls for the maid."When does the holy mass start?" he asks her. "By nine sir" the maid replies and goes back to carry on with whatever she was doing."You can go to the church," he says and gets back to reading the newspaper. I thank him and go to my room to get ready.Renzo's POVAfter an hour...I feel
Zoya's POVAhhh........I just hate this. I have stayed inside my room since I came here except while having breakfast, lunch, dinner, going to church and having small chats with his mom. She is an amazing person and I have got a liking for her. I was starting to hate it. That's when a thought came to my mind.I ran to the drawer where my things. I hope that I have packed it. Yes... I have packed it. It's a pen drive with songs. (I know that it's a bit old-fashioned to store songs in pen drives but I like it and I can't find my phone anywhere. I should remember to ask Renzo to get me a phone.)There's a stereo system in my room so I insert the pen drive and turn it on. After checking that the system was working. I went to the closet to change my attire because you know I just like to completely immerse myself in it.Once the song starts playing, I begin to dance.After a few minutes, the song comes to an end and I finish my dance.When I turn off the stereo player and turn back, I see
Renzo's POVI returned home from the office. As I walked inside I heard some sound coming from Zoya's room but I was not able to understand it. I walked towards her room and opened the door with the spare key I had. There I found her dancing but it was a different form of dance. I have never seen anything like that in my entire life. The way her face showed few expressions and the way her body moved, all felt in accordance to the song.When she turned around after turning off the audio system and found me standing there, her body froze. She would have thought to herself about how careless she is for not locking the door (we know the reason but let's just pretend that we don't know it🤫)."Wow. That was something." I say. "Thank you," she says back without looking at me. I move closer to her. Her breathing became quick and short. Hmm... I like how her body responds to me. "I a..m rea..lly sorry. I got bored that's why I was dancing" she starts blabbering. Before she could realize I pul
Zoya's POVRenzo has been avoiding me for the past few days. I think he is regretting the kiss we shared but I surely am not regretting it(you can call me needy if you want ) because it was my first kiss and it felt amazing. By 5 pm I went downstairs. I saw the maids cleaning the kitchen and Renzo's mom was watching over them. I felt guilty for staying up in my room most of the time without helping my mother-in-law but you can't blame me because she had told me to leave all the things under her control. I went over to her. " Mom can I cook today please" I whined like a baby. " Wow from where did you suddenly get this thought" she exclaimed. "Nothing. Just thought that I could cook for everyone." I say. "Ok. What materials would you require to cook the food? Do you want the maid's help." she started bombarding me with questions. " No I don't want the help of the maids and here is the list of the items I need". I say giving her a list. "Oh.. you have come prepared, you are a bit naught
Renzo's POVShe is so cute while being surprised I am sure she didn't understand how I came to know that she cooked the food. It's just that I came home early and found her cooking and that was the best food I have ever had in my life.________________________After a few daysI am in the living room scrolling through my phone. When I feel the presence of people in the room. I lift my head and see my mom along with Zoya.Zoya was behind Mom and she was fidgeting with her fingers. She didn't meet my eyes. "Um... Renzo Zoya has something to ask you", my mom starts speaking. "Want do you want?" I ask her but she still doesn't look at me. I wait for a minute and when she doesn't speak up I walk towards her and she starts walking backwards when she feels that I am very close to her. At last her legs come into contact with the table and she stops moving. I wait for her to answer. "I don't have all day, you know," I say to her. She slowly starts speaking. "I would like to continue my studies