His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 371

Aria

It had been three days since the wedding, and Vince had yet to say a word to me. Ever since the ceremony he had ignored me like the plague, and I knew I deserved it

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why did I have to open my big mouth and call him Vincenz Morales?

Sleeping in separate rooms was not what I had in mind for marriage, nor was Vincent’s coming home late every night, making sure he didn’t have to see me.

Lais, who rolled his eyes at me whenever he got the chance, locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to be in the same space as me. The only ones keeping me company were Angelo, who had gone away on a family trip, and the maids.

Mom and dad, who had finally retired, had treated themselves to a nice vacation and were out of sight.

I felt lonely, broken, neglected, and regretted ever marrying Vince-but it was too late to turn back.

Due to dad’s latest request, I sent Vince a text, telling him it was time to work on our family’s future.

That was why he needed me to marry him-right? So I could fix his meu? Because it had been days, but he had still not opened his mouth about the business.

Angelo was kind enough to tell me that Vince had visited some warehouses and businesses with his men, leaving out the Morales,

I was only good enough for him to use my name, and that was it.

Our people were trying to deal with these changes, Vince owned half of the Morales, and still, he didn’t want anything to do with us. What a leader.

Pacing back and forth, I waited outside of his bedroom, determined not to let him escape this time. There was no point in merging our families if we were going to do everything separately.

My heart stopped in my chest as the door opened, revealing a half-naked Vince with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

“Yes?” He leaned against the door. “Is there something I can do for you?”

With a dry mouth. I lowered my eyes to his sculptured abs, fresh water dripping down his body. Why was I here again?

-1-1__1-I’m here because-

“Yes, this is not working.” Vince smacked the door in my face. “I’m putting on some clothes-stay there!”

My jaw dropped at his rudeness. I knew he didn’t like me-but smacking a door in my face?

Hot abs or not, Vincenzo Garcia was a prick, and I was done trying to make him fall for me.

I had a lot to offer, and if he didn’t want me-that was his problem. For now, my only focus was strengthening our families and creating a household name in the city.

“So, that’s better.”“ Vincenzo exhaled, opening the door again.

Biting my lip, I took a peek at his gray sweatpants. I wasn’t trying to be creepy, but it was difficult to ignore the obvious bulge through his sweatpants. Didn’t guys get the memo they were banned from wearing those?

“Congratulations, lucky bird.” One of my cousins said to me at my wedding. Rumor has it Vincenzo Garcia is packing.”

He sure was-but how much exactly?

“Arial” Vince furrowed, locking his hands in front of him to cover the damage.

“Jesus, I’m sorry!” Looking like a creep was the last thing I wanted-but I guess it was too late. Trying to pretend like I hadn’t just pictured him naked, I rolled my shoulders and held my head high. “I’m going wherever you’re going today.”

Vince blinked. “Says who?”

him. “Because….whether you like it or not, I’m still your wife,

me if you want to.” He surprised me as I had already prepared my following argument, but that wouldn’t be necessary. “I’m having lunch with Serena and Christian. After that,

schedule. “If you care about your family and want our people to get along-you should know they need to see us

“Ok.”

gossip. I didn’t want word to get out about how Vince and I despised each other. That wouldn’t be good for

true anyway-at least not

you going to do all of that in those sweats?”

said. “I was going to change clothes.”

there was no point in me trying to sugarcoat it. “People will take you more seriously wearing a suit.”

Vince didn’t argue, taking my

don’t drive yourself. It makes you look like a cheap aspirant.” There was no point in stopping now. “You have a driver-use him.”

unimpressed huff, disagreeing with my ways. “I don’t want

his memory. “I know he’s getting a large sum of money because I’ve seen the

a bored smile plastered

exact words as Angelo, who told me to address the issue to my husband. “Letting people get out of the business whenever they

A whisper left his

gone through my heart. “What was that?” My voice cracked, daring

spat. “I’ll go wear a suit. You wait downstairs.” The door got smacked in

second time.

me, Aria. I wouldn’t know what

error was the Garcia name. Others called him a gentleman, charming, ambitious-but I couldn’t see any

been mistaken.

to the living area to show

routine,

in the Morales household, I learned that I should always appear with a smile and reassure the

brother-in-law who made sure I knew I wasn’t

sitting at the table as he read a book in the garden. Intending to be talkative for once, I

reminding myself not to pet his head

mumbled, pressing his lips

you

He kept his answer

kind of

“Math.”

You know, I

I knew there was no point in finishing that sentence. “There’s no need. I’m already

the garden, not meeting my gaze.

a smile on my face, ignoring the sounds of the gossiping gardeners and maids.

to spill from my eyes, and my lips were trembling, but I did not and could not allow myself to be weak. Smiling through my

that nickname, and he knew that. The name princess’ wasn’t a compliment but a mocking term he and his friend Beau had made up for me.

crying. He didn’t seem to care, though, because he

Vince listening to my advice, changing his outfit, and giving his driver an actual job was a pleasant

caught my attention was that it all seemed to be sunshine and rainbows. All the workers walked around with smiles. The grass was bright and green,

wonder whether all of this was pretend or if the two really lived the life I had in mind for the

by Vince, who had grabbed my

Almost tripping, she ran down the flight of stairs and rushed

his hand, allowing her to pull him into her embrace. “Oh my god-I can’t believe you’re wearing a suit

would turn into a completely different person whenever he was around others. The Vince who had initially grabbed my

the same as his behavior toward

two who were caught up in their own little world and stepped back to give them the

reunite.

door to greet his friend. “Why are you dressed as if you

my hands. “It’s so

She was the one Vince acknowledged, and she was the reason why he wouldn’t open