MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 59

Ann’s POV

I would have died if Vince hadn't shown up. I would have been killed if Vince hadn't pretended as if he didn't care about me and he was never going to come.

Now I know he cares. He truly does.

Not after what I did, humiliating and rejecting him in public before getting kidnapped.

Yet he came to my rescue.

It reminds me of how we first met. I was a total stranger.

Yet he saved me, took me home, and even made me his wife, even though it wasn't his plan.

How could I not be grateful to such a man?

The moment they arrived, my physical pain disappeared, getting replaced with nothing but tears and emotions.

Vince winces, and I realize he is bleeding profusely.

Fernando moves forward to grab him. “He needs to get treated immediately.”

I nod frantically, a worried frown settling on my forehead. I follow behind as Fernando takes him to the sitting room, just as Christiana appears with the first aid box.

I want to grab it from her and attend to him quickly, but Fernando beats me to it as he sits on a stool opposite Vince, who seems dizzy.

I watch with horror as Fernando takes out the bullet, and suddenly, it clacks as he drops it on a steel bowl.

Then he sterilises the wound, making Vince force back a groan.

His eyes are tightly shut, like he is enduring a lot of pain.

Surprisingly, I feel like the one in pain, so I dart my eyes away as he stitches him up.

Fernando approaches me after talking to Tessa for a while. “Can I check you too?”

I shake my head. “I'm fine, Fernando. Is he fine?” I point to Vicente, who isn't moving or opening his eyes.

“He should be. Christiana will give him a pain killer and put him to sleep,” Fernando replies with arms akimbo.

“I will do that,” I volunteer. Without waiting for his response to that, I walk to where Vicente is sitting looking like someone who has already fallen asleep. “Vince.”

He flutters his eyes open slowly to meet mine. “Ann.”

His voice is barely in a whisper. And the way he just called my name sends a shiver down my spine.

I help him up and start to walk to the staircase. Christiana follows behind with a painkiller and a glass of water.

When we reach the door, she rushes forward to open it for me. Then I walk in with him in my arms.

I've never seen Vince this way. It makes me worried and, at the same time, less intimidated of him.

Vicente is human, after all. This isn't the first time he has been shot or come home with an injury, but this is the first time I have seen him in this light.

As a complete human.

He could have died as well. That was Isaac’s plan.

Remembering Isaac, I am desperate to ask Vicente about him, but I know better than to leave that conversation till tomorrow when he is a lot better.

Vicente flops onto the bed. “Thank you.”

I nod and take the painkillers from Christiana before passing them to him.

Without hesitation, he swallows them before I can give him the glass of water.

But he takes it anyway and gulps it all down.

“Should I bring you some food?” Christiana asks, creases of worry skating over her expression.

His eyes flicker to hers as he shakes his head. “I'm fine, Signor.”

Taking that as a cue, Christiana leaves, leaving us alone.

A fresh stab of guilt hits me when his eyes fall upon mine.

“Isaac is waiting in the torture room, you should be the one to deal with him, not me,” Vince mutters as if hearing my thoughts. “That’s if you want to.”

When I told Fernando I wanted to be the one to end Isaac, I was so determined and sure, but now, I don't know if I can do that.

Everything about that man and his family traumatises me.

He almost killed me. He almost killed my friend, and he almost killed Vicente.

If we don't end him, there will be no moment of peace for me, but the moment I do that, I will eventually be free to live my life the way I want.

Without worrying about Carter finding out where I am or about Isaac monitoring my movement or threatening someone close to me.

“You should do it,” I tell him, ignoring the tension thickening the air between us.

We need time to talk. To talk about what happened before the kidnap.
I was irrational.

But after we were kidnapped, I realised I had overreacted.

Tessa was right; Vince could have Isabella if he wanted her. But I felt so jealous seeing them together without giving him the benefit of doubt or a chance to explain.

“No, I brought him here for you. It's fine for you to get your revenge for everything he has done to you. Remember your mother? I'm sure she'd be so proud of you.”

This is the life Vicente is used to, and if I want to accept this life as well, then it means killing people like Isaac will mean nothing to me.

But the question is, can I do it? What happens to the guilt I will feel after doing that?

When he shuts his eyes, I step closer. “You should sleep.”

He grabs my hands before I can touch him, making me freeze for a second in shock.

Our eyes lock, and for a moment, the tension increases, and my heart begins to thump wild.

A burst of electricity zips over my spine when he tries to smile at me but only comes out as a wince.

I grab his shoulders softly and lay him down. When he is lying on his back, I cover him with the duvet before leaning upright.

“Goodnight,” I turn to leave quickly to stop the loud beating of my heart, but he grabs my hand, his eyes closed.

“Don't go.” He says with a note of determination entering his voice. It makes me feel a surge of lust as I blink at his words.

“Don't go.” He repeats, his eyes still closed.

“Stay with me,” he adds, then flickers his eyes open. “Tonight.”

Before I can think over what he just said or let it assimilate deeply into my brain, he drags me forward and hauls me on top of him before turning on his side, making me lay next to him.

The familiar heat of humiliation creeps beneath my skin as his gaze finds mine again.

I realize he is barely keeping his eyes open. Those painkillers are working already and he will be out anytime from now.

We watch each other in silence, his hand touching my waist until he finally closes his eyes.

I decide I will leave once he is deeply asleep as I continue to watch him sleep softly.

And suddenly, the exhaustion kicks in, and I also fall into a deep slumber.