𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Since you guys were so eager for this chapter, I decided to update—even though I wasn't planning to, considering the response to the last chapter.

Only 361 votes and 109 comments? Seriously?

I don't write that bad, do I? And I don't think the story is boring...

So, what's the problem?

But again, I can't let my loyal readers suffer because of silent readers who don't know how to vote or appreciate someone else's work.

So, this chapter is only for my loyal and lovely Chocozz Fam!

Sorry for the delay (I was angry 😤).

Anyway, ENJOY! ❤️

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▪︎Ashvik's Pov▪︎

"I want to marry her."

The room went completely silent.

For a second, no one moved, no one spoke. And then—everything exploded at once.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Matteo slammed his spoon on the table, his eyes burning with anger.

"Over my dead body!" Xander snapped, fists clenched.

Carlos, Xavier and Piero choked on their drinks, coughing, while Ethan just stared at me, blinking in shock.

Alessandro sat there, staring at me with a hard expression. Stunned—yet I had a feeling he already saw this coming. Maybe he had known from the start.

Her Aunts clapped their hands together, clearly excited, while Amaira's sister-in-laws gasped, looking between us with wide eyes. And Amaira—my Amaira—just sat there, stunned, her lips parted slightly.

Her father, however, said nothing. He just watched me, his expression unreadable, his fingers tapping slowly on the thigh. He was thinking. Measuring me.

I didn't look away. I wasn't here to back down.

I found Amaira's hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back, and that was all I needed.

"I love her." I said, my voice steady.

"She is the reason I breathe." I said, locking eyes with her father. "And I promise you, Dear Future Father-in-law, I will take care of your daughter more than my own damn life. She is my lifeline."

The room was still buzzing with reactions, but I didn't care.

Because no matter what, I meant every single word.

"Boys, let's go for a walk." Amaira's grandfather announced, rising from his seat. His face remained expressionless, yet his voice carried a quiet authority.

"Yeah, let's go." Matteo said, standing up, with Xander following suit.

I rolled my eyes at their glares. As if they could do anything to me. And yet, their little intimidation game never seemed to end.

"Not you two," the old man—Amaira's grandfather—added, his sharp gaze shifting to Matteo. "I meant your father, your uncles, and this young man here." He gestured toward my future father-in-law and uncles before settling his gaze on me.

Understanding that this was a "man-to-man" conversation, I got to my feet without hesitation. I already knew what I wanted out of this discussion—a yes—and I was ready to do whatever it took to get it.

"Why, Nonno?" Amaira's firm voice broke the silence. Her grip on my hand tightened, her concern evident.

I smiled, reassured by her protectiveness. She was probably thinking—just like her brothers—that her grandfather had some kind of plan against me. But from what I could read in his expression, there was nothing sinister behind his words. If anything, he seemed intent on having a serious conversation, nothing more.