MRS MARCELLO

Arya and Leonardo were on their way to the villa in the newly wedded couple’s car.

The silence between them was getting louder and louder each second.

“Mrs. Marcello”, Leonardo said with a smirk.

Arya rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window.

“You know we have to share a bedroom now. The families are expecting an heir soon”, he added.

Arya could feel the blood going to her cheeks as it turned bright red. She was utterly flustered and she prayed Leonardo didn’t notice, but oh, he did. Nothing gets past him.

“I wonder what you’re thinking about, your cheeks are very red. Like your dress”, he said. Her hair was tied in an up do.

“Don’t you know when you’re being ignored?”, she asked.

“I do but I don’t care”, he responded.

“Leave me alone”, she said.

“You know I can’t, I have to give the families an heir. Get over here”, he said as he pulled her to him.

She gasped. In one move the Don ha