War

Chapter Eleven

A/N - this might be my fav so far ❤️

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Marco
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My fiancée was on thin fucking ice.

Humiliating me in the middle of my meeting was one thing, but stealing my card when I wasn't present was a whole other.

When she all but waltzed into my office- during my meeting- and returned the card that I'd believed to have been misplaced or stolen for the past few hours, I'd been nothing short of unamused.

She'd pulled it from her bra for fuck's sake.

When the first payment had come through and I realised it had come from a nail salon I knew my fiancée had been the culprit, unless I had enemies out there prioritising manicures and acrylics nowadays. I kept track of every crumb she took from my account, whether it was her braids getting done, makeup, clothes...the large sum spent on books- she owed me every fucking dime.

Fiancée or not.

"She just fucked you up", Reign laughed, smacking my desk for added effect while Ivan shook his head with a small smile, "what did you do?".

Pissed her off, apparently.

"Stay here", I ordered the three of them, not waiting for a reply as I fled from the room, taking the stairs two at a time and noticing my bedroom door slightly ajar- and now she was invading my personal space?, "what do you think you're doing?". Aniyah turned away from my dresser, her brown eyes shifting from the masses of shopping bags on my floor to my face, her rarely emotionless face mirroring my own.

"Bought you a new cologne- think of it as a pre wedding gift", was all she said, gesturing to the designer box that now resided there.

"Defeats the point of a gift if it was bought with my own money", I narrowed my eyes at her, tapping my foot impatiently, "you stole from me".

"To wake you up, Marco- shake some sense into you!", she exclaimed, "and I'll have you know I bought that with my own money". So we were arguing and buying gifts for each other at the same time now?

"I don't need sense shaken into me", I probably did, but I wasn't one to admit when I was in the wrong- as far as I was concerned I was never in the wrong anyway, "you're acting childish-".

"And you're acting like a selfish piece of shit!", this conversation definitely wasn't falling upon deaf ears, "I thought we were getting somewhere, and then you treat me like that? I'm not letting you walk all over me. I made that mistake once already". She was referring to Weston, that much was as clear as day, and I didn't take lightly to being compared to that waste of space when all I'd done was give her the cold shoulder while trying to clear my head.

"I withdrew myself because this is foreign to me", this was the closest I'd gotten to describing my feelings in a while and I had a strong dislike towards it, "we're getting married tomorrow-".

"You think I don't know that?", she scoffed, "we're both in the same boat here Marco, and instead of trying, or-or talking to me, you're doing the complete opposite". I could see where she was coming from, and it did make me appear to be the villain in this situation.