Genevieve’s point of view.
An awkward silence fell on us. I was in shock that his father would say those words at our first meeting.“]
I released a nervous laugh. “Sir, I am not…”
“I don’t approve of your union with my son!” he repeated, his voice firm.
“And what makes you think I brought her here for your approval?” Enzo fired back in a challenging tone.”
“Listen to me, son. I will approve of any woman you bring home–but not her. Your wife can’t be her.”
His wife can’t be me? Why does it feel as if his father has something against me? Or have we crossed paths before and I unknowingly offended him?
“Why can’t she be my wife?” Enzo asked the question I couldn’t voice out.
There was another brief silence, which his mother broke.
“Enzo, her father-“N
A bang on the table cut her off. I slightly flinched as Enzo’s father got up. The guilt in his eyes faded into anger in an instant.”
“I have made myself clear. She cannot be your wife!”
Enzo got up as well and helped me up too, then intertwined our fingers tightly. He looked straight into his father’s eyes.”
“I made myself clear too. I don’t need your approval!”
They both glared at each other, as if restraining themselves from pouncing on one another.”
The tension hanging in the air was so thick. Enzo’s mother grabbed her husband’s hand and pulled him down.
“It’s enough. Do you want to fight with your son over what happened a decade ago?“W
My brows furrowed as my interest piqued. What happened a decade ago? And how was it related to me??
“Leave my house,” his father said.
“What? You’re asking your son out of your house?” his mother asked.”
“I don’t have a rebellious son!” he declared, then averted his gaze toward me. “And you–it’s best you leave my son. You’re our family’s nemesis.”
“Don’t talk to my wife like that!” Enzo growled. “You know I wouldn’t be here if Mom didn’t insist on meeting my wife!“?
An unexpected headache attacked me as I watched Enzo and his father fighting. What is wrong with me? Why is it that everywhere I go, I get hated on?
“I said, leave!“>
“Fine! We’ll leave!” Enzo replied. “Let’s go, baby,” he said to me, and we left.W
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The drive home was silent, as Enzo was still fuming from the argument he had with his father. Me, on the other hand–different questions swarmed my mind.
Why did Enzo argue so much with his father over me? I’m just a random girl he saved who decided to repay his kindness by pretending to be his wife. Why does he act as if I mean much more to him? And what did his father mean by saying I’m their family’s nemesis?? “Go on.” His voice broke my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“We’re home,” he replied.
I looked outside the window and realized we’re at the front door of his mansion.
“You shouldn’t wait for me. I won’t be home for dinner.“}
I wanted to ask him why, but his expression made me change my mind. I quickly alighted from the car, then he drove off.”
My phone rang just when I was about to enter the house. I reached for it and saw my mother’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hey, Mom, I answered the phone, my voice low as I was feeling drained.”
“Thank you, Genevieve,” her voice came up. “I just got off the phone with Kelvin. He said his father is back. Thank you very much for saving him. Your sister would rest easy.” Her voice was filled with gratitude and excitement.
Not knowing how to respond, I simply nodded–but realized she wouldn’t see me, so I hummed instead.
“I have to go, Mom. I’ll call you some other time,” I told her.
“Alright. Be careful around that man, though,” she advised before hanging up.
I groaned tiredly as I rushed inside and fell on a sofa. “I’m mentally exhausted!”
“Welcome back, Mrs. Enzo, Cora greeted me.
I acknowledged her by waving my hand.
“Would you have dinner before bath, or bath before dinner?” she asked.
“I’d like a bath first.“)
“Sure. Your bath will be ready in a bit.” Then she left.
I woke up to the sound of a car honking. I rushed to the window to check and saw it was Enzo’s car–I was waiting for him and did not realize when I fell asleep.
The door burst open and Enzo walked in. I rushed forward to welcome him, but quickly took a few steps back when I took in his appearance.
“Blo… blood,” I muttered quietly.
Blood was splashed on his face, shirt, and even his hand was dripping blood. This isn’t his blood–it’s someone else’s. I was carried away by how sweet and nice he is towards me, and I forgot something very crucial–he’s a Mafia boss.
“Fuck!” he cursed when he raised his head and saw me–he was shocked to see me.
“What… What…” I couldn’t form a sentence.
“Why are you still awake?” His voice cracked.
“I was waiting for you,” I gulped. “But I can see you’re perfectly fine, so… good night.” With that, I dashed towards my room.
What was I thinking? Why did I let my heart beat for a killer??
“I should find a way to get out of here before I get involved too deeply,” I told myself.
