An arranged marriage between Victoria Romano and Domenico Martinez is being held. Both of them got forced by there fathers because of money and alliance.
A lonely broken soul, Victoria Romano who despises Domenico Martinez with her entire heart.
A b...
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It's raining. A lot. And it's the middle of the night. I stay in my room most of the times well who am I kidding I stay here all the time.
Domenico goes to work and comes home late at night and leaves early. I go to work too... I take care of my small company that I started a few years ago.
Since my brother will be taking over the mafia, he's the oldest and even if I was the oldest my father would have still given it to my brother.
A knock on my door snapped me away from my deep thoughts. Before I could say anything the door swung opened.
At least he knows how to knock?
"Yes?" I sigh as I turned to look at Domenico. "The heir of the Russian mafia wants to meet us tomorrow" he said and i nodded.
"Okay I'll stay here you go" I nodded and he shook his head. "They want to see us. Not just me. No one in the mafia world except from our families know about the arrange marriage"
"Well that's just stupid, like arranged marriage's don't happen to literally everyone in the mafia world, can't we just skip?" I suggest and he leans against the door frame.
"We kind of have to, as much as I don't want to. We will leave tomorrow afternoon" i nod at his words and just before he's leaving I stupidly say something again.
"Did you eat today" i mutter and he looks back kind of confused. "Uhm, no" he shook his head, now facing me fully.
"It's almost 10pm. I'll make us something" I get up from the bed and make my way to the kitchen, Domenico walks behind me and sits on the kitchen island right behind me.
I take out everything I need and start making something I'm actually good at. Gigi Hadid pasta. I came across the recipe a few years ago and I make it at least a few times a month.
Domenico watched me closely as i focused on the food and when it's done I stab a piece of pasta with a fork and blow on it since it's still hot and bring it to Domenico who hesitates.
"I don't like pasta that much" he mutters and my jaw drops. That hurt my Italian heart. But I don't blame him. I grew up as a picky eater too.
"Trust me, the food I make is always good. And besides how will you know you like it or not if you haven't gave it a try" I push the fork inch's towards his lips.
He looks at me hesitant and opens his mouth and takes the piece of pasta in.
I watch as his hesitation turns into surprise "soo, what do you think?" I ask him and he looks at me again and licks his bottom lip.
"I think. It's the best pasta I've ever had" he confirms and I nearly jump in excitement.
"SEE I knew you would like it! My food never disappoints! Confirmed by my aunt" I smile and then when reality hits my smile fades.
Aunt Alia... my dead aunt...
"Are you gonna keep waiting or eat?" Domenico asks and I look at him who already has a plate full of the pasta and then he hands me my plate.
I sit down in front of him and stab my food with my fork and bring it into my mouth.
Wait a fucking minute... that's the same fork that Domenico tasted the pasta from. Shit. My eyes widened and he starts laughing.
"Looks like you realised huh?" He smirks and i glare at him. Yup still hate him.
"Fuck off" I roll my eyes and he chuckles. We both ate silently but somewhere I found my self a bit glad to have the presence of someone. Even if it's Domenico Martinez himself.
Mom and dad never stuck around for dinner. I don't remember the last time we all ate together...
So for now I don't mind if I'm stuck with the presence of Domenico. At least there is someone
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She's so talented but yet so stubborn. I have to admit I think I fell in love with the pasta she made.
Hell, I'd pay to eat her handmade food everyday. Growing up mom and dad were never home and even if they were they didn't spend the time with us...
Nor did they ever have dinner with us. They ate at work or took food to there rooms
We all spent our days being shut in our rooms. Our housekeepers used to take care of me and Isabella.
Mom never even cared enough to ask how we were or how school was going. Nor did dad... they cared about work more then us.
Once when Isa got so sick we had to call an ambulance for her mom and dad didn't even come to see her or anything.
They were too "tired"
So home cooked meals were only made by our housekeepers and it was fine and simple but something about Victoria's food is different...
Like she put some special ingredient. Which is probably nothing because I watched her make this whole meal.
I looked at Victoria who was also lost in thoughts and then looked at her plate. She barely ate any.
"Your food is getting cold you know" the sound of my voice got her to look at me. "I'm not hungry" she brushed it off.
"You didn't eat for a few days?" I asked and she smirked. "Oh so you care about me now huh?" I wanted to laugh.
"In your twisted dreams, princess. I do not give two fucks about you. I was just saying because I'm sure your parents won't be very happy if there daughter died a few weeks into marriage" I rolled my eyes and her smirk faded away.
"They wouldn't care" I shrugged and took a sip of her water. "Relatable" i shrugged back.
I guess I'm not the only one with a shitty back story
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Yeah so I'm not dead sorry for the long as period of time I was gone. Uhm let's just say falling for someone sucks. And men and shit.
