MONTERO: My Political Husband

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🖤VINCENZO🖤

I picked up my glass and took a sip. Looking at the redhead in front to me, she looks surprised by what I just said. Her eyes are glued down on the contract slip. I placed the glass on the table.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" I asked.

She moved nervously on her seat.

I can't believe I am doing this.

Vincenzo, Vincenzo. How harder can you go with this shit? Look at you, about to get into a marriage agreement with this total nobody.

"I don't..... I don't understand what you mean." She stuttered, sounding pathetic. I heaved a sigh.

"You can read, right?" I asked.

She looked at me.

I raised a brow.

She nodded slightly as she dropped her gaze.

I tutted, heaving a sigh.

I think I will have to say it again. She seems dumb to understand.

"Eight years contract marriage, red hair." I said, making her look at me.

"You will be married to me for eight years. After eight years, we will get a divorce and go our separate ways." I said.

She arched her brows.

"I am running for mayor in less than two months. I need a wife to get qualified and I have chosen you for the damn job." I said.

Her face twitched as she looked at me. She stared down at the contract slip. A sign of confusion is stamped on her face.

Oh, Deus.

Doesn't she understand?

"You.....you want to marry me for political reasons?" She stuttered.

I raised my brows, scoffing. Wow. She does understand.

"Well, you can put it that way, Smart girl." I said.

She looked down.

"What? You expect me to spend the rest of my life with a someone like you?" I asked.

She seemed hurt by that.

I scoffed. "No, reddy. I don't do that shit. And not with someone as low as you." I said, sipping my wine.

She is not drinking hers. I noticed she took just one sip so far.

"But...."

"Take your wine." I ordered, cutting her off.

She looked at me.

I motioned to her filled up glass of wine.

Slowly, she picked up her glass with her two hands. I scoffed a little as she took a sip. Her face twitched a little. It felt like she doesn't like the taste.

Well, what do i expect from a local girl like her? I am sure tere are no wine like this back at the slums where she came from.

Relaxing on my seat, i watched as she placed the glass on the table.

Aria did a good job getting her cleaned up. She looks different from the last time I saw her at their cabin. The rags she was putting on was outrageous.

But it didn't jeopardize my choice. I still don't regret picking her. She looks perfect for this deal. There is something about her that actually pushed me into picking her. And I feel she will make my plans easier for me.