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Chapter 24

Venessa's P.O.V

"We have to get married tomorrow, rosa." He said so casually, making me look up to him with my eyes wide open, not finding any words to say.

It's really happening!

"I hate to say this but we have to go for a simple court marriage," he stated, looking sincere.

While I can't help but feel a little bit disappointed, I never thought my marriage would be a court marriage.

"I know you it's nothing like your dream marriage but trust me, we have to. It's not safe but it's only for a matter of time, I promise" he explained, taking my cold numb hand into his large warm one.

I looked at his grey eyes and couldn't help but get drowned into them.

"It's fine, I get it" I replied, smiling at him, trying my best to conceal my disappointment.

Well, I guess things like this happens if you are getting to a mafia leader, compromise even if it is your marriage.

"What about your parents? Are they coming?" I questioned him, making him smile as he kissed my palm, and I on the other hand couldn't help the blush rushing at my cheeks like a bullet and the butterflies down at my stomach fluttering like there's no tomorrow.

"No, it will be a surprise for them. We'll go to Italy the day after our marriage." He answered, caressing my hand.

Not finding any words to say, I just hummed in response, eating the pasta in front of me that we ordered.

"You look stunning" he suddenly blurted out of blue making me want to run away as I can't help the squeal threatening to come out.

How on earth do I look stunning, I'm just wearing a simple dress?

I felt my cheeks getting red as a tomato as he looked at me so intensely.

I don't get it, how can someone look so calm and collected at all the time?

"Umm, thank you, I guess" I replied, keeping my eyes downcast, feeling insecure under his gaze.

"You look beautiful in every way, but why do you feel so insecure?" He inquired while holding my chin so tenderly with his fingers to make me look up to face him.

It's funny how he thinks that I look beautiful when I'm actually not.

I remember those days when I look at the mirror thinking will I ever be enough?

Those days when I used to cry silently in my room at night trying really hard not to wake my parents sleeping in the next room with my sobs as I don't want them to know that their only princess, is not confident enough to look at the mirror without feeling pathetic.

Those days when people at my school will make fun of me, making me feel vulnerable and insecure. But, I learned to hide my pain.

After my parents' death, I was left all alone, I got no choice but to make myself stronger and accept myself for really who I am, in order to make people stop thinking that they can walk at me like a piece of used gum.

But even after all these years, there are still nights I cry myself to sleep. People just fail to understand that we're just human and we make mistakes, even if we try really hard not to.

I saw him staring at me waiting for me to answer him while my head is full of words to tell him but my mouth seems to disagree, words just won't come out.

But maybe it's for the best he doesn't know how I think that I'm not beautiful at all.

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After we finished eating our food, we exited and drove towards my apartment. I can't believe that I will no longer live there. The whole time during our journey, Vincent held my hand as he drove, well, to be honest, I find myself liking it.

As we reach my apartment, Vincent turns to look at me while my hand is still in his. "Don't worry too much, everything will be alright, I promise" he blurts out looking at me.

I nodded my head at him, but how can I not worry? I'm getting married tomorrow. It's normal, right?

He opened the door for me and held out his hand as always and this time I took it without hesitating which made him smile from ear to ear and I can't help but let out a giggle.

Once we reached my front door, " Thank you for last night and today" I mumbled, while I tiptoed to kiss him on the cheeks, catching him completely off guard.

I smiled at his slightly open mouth, laughing as I entered my apartment, leaving him behind.

Laying on my bed staring at the moon through my window can't help but think about a grey-eyed monster.

A sigh escaped from my lips as I slowly submit to sleep with one thought in my head,

I'm giving this marriage and him a chance. Besides, I deserve to be loved too, right?

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Until then...