Tattered Love

Chapter 4

I take the contract back out and read over what I had previously signed. I place it back into my yellow file and set it back on my desk. It has been a week since the incident at the wedding shop. I haven't heard from any of the Grecos nor have I seen them. Today they're coming over to go the contract yet again. I change into my jeans and a simple tee shirt. I know it isn't fancy but I really didn't care. This past week I hadn't been myself and I rather dress comfortable. My hair is tossed into a messy bun and socks are all that's on my feet. I exit my room with my file in my hand. I head towards father's office once more. Before I could knock father's voice rang out. It's like he has a sixth or seventh sense. He always could tell when I'm about to knock even when I'm quick as a mouse.

"Enter Tesoro."

I walk in and stop in my tracks. Everyone is here. My parents, sisters, and the Greco family.

"Isabella go change now. That's not acceptable." Mother sternly says. I hold her glare with one of my own.

"No." I say just as sternly as my mother had previously done.

"Excuse me? Go change now!" She orders.

"No." I repeat my words.

"What's the meaning of this attitude Princess." Father asks with concern.

Usually I'm obedient yet here I am refusing to do the simplest task.

"I will no longer be some doll everyone wants to dress up. I am comfortable with what I have on. If you don't like it close your damn eyes." I snap in frustration.

I glance around the room and see a lot of people's eyes are shining with pride, some I couldn't figure out, while my mother looks pissed, and my father is looking shocked. I take my seat and remain silent.

"This contract?" I finally speak.

"Correct. We have a renewed one for you to sign." Donatello announces.

"Why? More rules?" I shot back.

"It's the previous rules except you must stay married to Alessio for two years before you can file for a divorce. If you file after two years, I'll pay you so much money. If you don't last two years then your father's debt will not be paid. Nor will I pay any money to you. There's no need to be married for life if you don't love each other. I wish you two will love each other but I'm not that heartless if you don't even up doing as I hope." Donatello states.

"I don't want your money. Let me go to university and that's all. Now hand me the contract." I grumble.

The new contract is now in front of me. I take my father's pen and sign my name quickly. Before the ink has dried on the one I have signed; I have already gotten my copy and have exited the office. I haven't ever thought I'd be nineteen getting married nor would I be twenty-one and divorced. That's not how I have pictured my life. If it's takes the last breath of me; I will make that heartless soul love me. Sorry Alessio, I will not get a divorce as crazy as that sounds. I will only have one marriage in my lifetime. Even if it's to an arrogant asshole named Alessio. I lock myself back in the safety of my room. I sit Indian style under my soft duvet as if it's my security blanket. It reminds me of the times when I was a child and would use my small soft wooly blanket to hide from the world around me. With my contracts sitting on my lap, I start to look through the three of them. Seeing what has been truly added to each.

The first one states father is to marry off one of his daughters at the age of eighteen. At the bottom has which daughter he had ultimately sacrificed as a lamb to the wolves. Me. The second states we must marry when I have reached the age of nineteen so I could finish my schooling. Because who would want to be married while still in the last year of high school? I mean, I don't physically go to school, I attend online classes instead. The next rule in this contract is Alessio and I must spend the year to get to know one another. Rolling my eyes I flip to the newest one. The third one states everything the previous one had stated. This time if we decided to divorce it must be after the two year mark. If we divorce after two years; Donatello will pay me x amount of money for me to comfortably live. If we divorce before two years, father must pay his own debt and I will not receive x amount of money.

I stretch out of my duvet and over to the top of my desk and lob the file onto it. I slip into a deep slumber as I had replayed the past six months over in my head. Once again my slumber had come to an end when my alarm starts to blare throughout my room. I place my palm on the reader once it had quit its loud noises. Groaning and stretching my limbs; my back crackles as my shoulders pops loudly. I glide my feet into my fuzzy slippers and head downstairs to the kitchen. I greet my parents and sister with a small smile as I grab a bowl for cereal. As I am halfway through my cereal, our door bell starts to chime. I take my bowl in hand and open the door. Spoon full of cereal in my mouth. In front of me is my future husband, future brother in laws, and future father in law are standing in front of me. My cheeks begin to heat up as I become embarrassed. I glance down and see I'm literally in my Stitch Onesie and my fuzzy blue slippers. Mind you a spoon sticking out of my mouth. I step to the side and let all of them in. I waltz back to the kitchen still with a red face following behind The Grecos. I start to load dirty dishes into the dishwasher when I heard a comment that makes me jump. Jumping causes me to collide my head with the upper tray in the dishwasher.

"We came by to pick up the bridal party to decide on the wedding cake and a few other things that need to be decided before the wedding. If we let these two attempt it, it will never be done." Donatello says in a flat ass tone.

"Well girls, go get ready and be back down here in thirty minutes sharp." Father says in authority voice, no room for arguments.

I close the dishwasher and dart back out the room. My flaming Cheetos cheeks have calmed down, just barely. I ransack my closet for appropriate clothing. My heels have been decided; they're my red Christian Louboutin Loubi Vegas Sandals. Why they're called sandals instead of heels is beyond me. They're at least five inches high. I pull my DIOR flared mid length black dress on and place my CL logo red belt around my waist. I brush through my hair and pull it into a high knot bun. I grab my Cabata E/W mini handbag and waltz out my door. Hopefully this will get my mothers approval. I mean this outfit alone costs over ten thousand American dollars. I walk down the stairs with my head held high. My father always said if you look down the tiara would fall. Best advice my father has ever given my whole life. He was once was a hero in my eyes; now I feel like he's an enemy who traded me to another enemy. Once I have made it to the bottom stair as everyone's head have snapped in my direction. I glance around the room, everyone has either shocked expression or approval shone through their eyes. My eyes immediately after scanning the room now have locked with a set of icy cold blue ones. Instead of hatred shining in them or a stone cold face; his eyes held an emotion I've never seen before on him. Yet, I have no clue what this emotion is in his eyes.

"Am I late?" I squeak out.

"Five minutes early actually." Father says with a smile.

"Ready to leave now Sunshine?" Gabby smirks.

I nod my head and begin to head for the door. Only one person hasn't moved since I came down.

Alessio.

What is his deal today?