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

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

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•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

Aria“I’m the problem in this marriage?” His words made me chuckle. Last I remembered, he had not instructed me to stay put.“Where did you get these things?” I reached out to touch his shoulder, but Vince stepped back.“We have to go.”“No, wait!” I called out, making him stop in his steps. “D-do you know how much money we can make selling those?”“As well as put a target on our backs,” Vince said. “It wouldn’t be that much different from suicide.”“Oh, my god.” I squealed. “This is like heaven!”Vince wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Aria, let’s go.”“Does your uncle know about this?” I placed my hands on top of his, my eyes begging him to give me an answer.“No.”“I figured. If he did, you wouldn’t have to marry me.” I said my thoughts out loud. “If it’s respect and power you’re after, here’s your key.” My hands reached for one of the weapons.“I’m not—““Boom.” I winked, pointing it at him. “Enough to blow up a household.”Bothered, Vince placed his hand on top of the trigger as