HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 25

"When you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everyone will respect you."

MARCELLO TROCELLI P.O.V

"So this is the reason, you are late for the meeting?" Rafael, stated raising his brow as he stood at the entrance of the living room crossing his arms around his chest.

Ava and I froze on our spot as soon as we heard him. My mouth fell open and he narrowed his eyes and then his eyes shifted to Ava, and stuck there for a good minute. I looked at his lingering gaze and gritted my teeth standing in front of Ava. "Eyes up here." I spat glaring at him.

"Hello there, I'm Rafeal." Raf introduced herself, ignoring me.

"Stop right there." I yelled, making him shocked. He looked at me with wide eyes "Why the hell are you yelling?" Raf, spoke shaking his ear "I'm not deaf"

"Go." I utter slowly to Ava, as I hide her figure with mine. I couldn't let Raf look at her in this way. She was not in her decent state.

But you were enjoying it. Didn't you think about this before?

I scowled at my conscience, and again slowly whispered "Go to your damn room." I gritted my teeth "Now."

But to inspite me more she peeked from behind me and replied to Raf, "Hi! I'm Ava. It's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine hotty. I'm thrilled to finally meet you. Our first meeting was official, we didn't get the chance to meet properly." He replied giving his play boy charm smile.

I fisted my palm and turned around holding Ava's shoulder. "If you don't want to give him a show of this..." I tugged her white shirt and pointed my eyes "then go back to your room now."

Her eyes widened with understanding and she hugged me suddenly, taking me off guard. My heart thumped inside my chest as I took deep calm breaths. "What are you doing?" I hissed in a low voice.

"I....I...can't go like this. I'm feeling shy." She confessed, making me sigh.

Without turning I ordered Raf, "Turn around Rafael."

"Why would I listen to you?" He argued like a child.

"Turn the f**k around Rafael." I snapped and after a few seconds I looked at him over my shoulder.

"Go now." I told Ava, pushing her away from me.

Like a bolting jolt, she ran upstairs as her shirt bounced up, giving me the view of her wheatish ass and making me close my eyes and clenched my jaw.

"Can I turn now?" Rafeal asked.

"Yes." I replied going upstairs to my room ignoring him.

Once I'm fully dressed, I got downstairs and scoffed as I saw Rafael sipping his coffee with his legs on the table. He laid back and stared at me with a raised brow and took another sip off his coffee.

"Take a look." Rafael started throwing the tabloids at me.

I snorted at him and opened it with a frown. My mood turned sour as I read the caption. My fist clench with tabloids in between as I growled in anger "What the f**k is this?" I spat.

"That, my friend, is the hot topic of today!" He exclaimed with a serious face.

"Who?" I clenched my jaw.

"Guess who?" Rafeal narrows his brows.

"Gio" I spat with such venom, fisting the paper in hand and tearing it apart.

"Non lascerò quel bastardo (I won't leave that bastard)" I roared in anger as I walked out from the house with Rafael following me.

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

My cell phone bipped as I was getting ready for shopping. It was a text from Charlotte. She was waiting for me to let her come.

I hurriedly got downstairs and pushed the green button and walked inside the kitchen taking out juice from the refrigerator and pouring myself a glass.

"You look fresh." Charlotte commented as she came inside.

"You look gorgeous." I replied back checking her out. She was wearing a tight black knee length skirt with a peach top. It was complimenting her skin tone. Her heels were black plum making her tower over me.

"Today, we will turn you into Mrs. Marcello Trocelli. " She excitedly clasped her hand and tugged my hand.

"Come on, get ready." She stomped her feet pushing me away from the kitchen.

"I'm ready." I retorted and her face crunched in disbelief.

"Are you going to wear this?" She questions.

"Yes." I replied and looked at my clothes. I was wearing my black hot pants and black tank top with white sneakers. I was looking okay as I frowned and looked up at her.

She gave me a disappointed look and slowly uttered under her breath "Indeed, you need a new wardrobe."

"What was that?" I curiously asked her.

She shook her head and changed the topic "So Ms. Famous Ava, how are you feeling watching your face in all the tabloids."

I frown "What tabloids?"

She narrowed her eyes at me "Didn't you read today's paper?"

"I don't like to read." I stated.

"You should see." She spoke and started searching for the paper. "Where is it?" She mutters, picking up the pillow from the couch, then checking the drawer of the side table. Looking under the table.

"Hey, it's okay. Leave it." I told her and her eyes widened. "You have to see it first, then we are stepping out from this house."

"Call the reception and order them to bring you one." She orders, crossing her arms over her chest.

I weirdly looked at her but nevertheless did what she told me. In a few minutes the guard came up with it and Charlotte took it from him.

She handed it to me and backed away quickly to give me some room. I roll out the folded tabloids and open it.

I scanned the front page of gossip tabloids and my eyes became wide in shock.

The article's title screamed in capital letter : MARCELLO TROCELLI CAUGHT IN A LIP-LOCK WITH HER NEW MISTRESS!

It went into detail how Marcello and I were inside the dinner having breakfast and then came out with his arms around me.

My heart hardened as I re-read the caption again and again. I had a feeling Marcello didn't know about this but he told me this was bound to happen but I didn't know they would post something like this.

There was an enlarged photo of our face zooming on our lips as I was fisting his hair in my hand and his hand was at the nape of back.

Marcello and I were locked in a passionate embrace as we kissed inside the car.

The image was a little blurry but there was no mistaking it was Marcello and me. The next photo was me with my hair in a tangled mess and Marcello wiping his lips.

It Looks like a florist knows how to pluck out a perfect flower from the field. The heir of Trocelli Empire was seen early with this girl at the hospital also. Looks like a junior Trocelli is on the way. From our sources. We heard that they were having a baby from their one night stand. It looks like after all Marcello Trocelli fell down in his own game.

The girl is a florist, who owns a shop in Backstreet. She looks like some low class gold-digger clasping a high class prince in her fist.

I was stunned as I read the article with my palm sweating. My hand shooked as my breath stuck in my throat.

Gold-Digger.

Mistress.

One night stand.

My eyes stink with tears as I couldn't grab this shock. I didn't sign up for this. I didn't know my image would be trashed like this. My mind started roaming as the tabloids fell down from my hand and soon my legs gave up as I couldn't hold myself anymore.

Last time I looked at Charlotte whose face paled as she screamed my name "Ava."

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