"Alessia come here!" My mother called out for me.

I quickly ran down the stairs to see what she wanted. She probably was going to brag about how she looked better than me when she was my age.

Or how she was married and pregnant with me by the age of 21.

Who cares for crying out loud?!

People grow at different ages.

"Yes?" I said as I stood in front of her and my father.

"Sit honey, we need to discuss something very important." She said as she smacked her Botox-filled lips.

I sat just as she told me to. Right across from them.

"I don't have all day to sugarcoat this so I'm just going to say it. You're getting married." She said.

"What? Yeah right. Funny joke can I go now?" I rolled my eyes.

"We're not joking. You're getting married. His name is Salvatore Rossi and he's 28 years old. The wedding is in two weeks. This will be very good for business. And he's the one that offered the idea in the first place" My father finally spoke up.

"I'm not getting married! I'm only 20 years old. I've barely started living." I yelled

"You will get married to this man! You don't have a say in this business deal. When you stand on that altar the only words I want to hear from your mouth is "I do" Do you understand?" My father yelled.

"I hate you." I whispered I stood up and ran upstairs.

How fitting. The little rich girl runs away from her parents crying because she doesn't get to make her own decisions.

It's insane!

Two weeks. Two weeks until my life is changed forever.

•••
The past few weeks went by faster than expected.

I was now in a beautiful wedding dress standing in front of the mirror just staring at myself.

My hair was in a beautifully braided bun. My veil was pinned into the bun. My dress hugged my body and flowed out near my knees.

I had always thought my wedding day would be filled with happiness and love.

Instead, it was filled with dread and fear.

I hadn't even seen the man. What if he's some fat greasy alcoholic?

I started taking deep breaths because I could feel anxiety running through my veins.

"Okay, you can do this. You can do this." I quickly wiped a tear from my eye and walked out of the room.

My father was waiting there for me he grabbed my arm and we stood in front of the big brown doors.

I heard the slow music playing, indicating the bride was about to walk in.

I closed my eyes, took another deep breath, and walked through the doors.

Then I saw him.

The groom.

My future husband.

He was absolutely gorgeous

His dark blue eyes were staring into my plain brown ones.

His gaze made my body heat up within seconds.

His hair was nicely styled, and his black suit was fitted against his bulging muscles. He looked to be about 6'3 compared to my 5'7 height he was a giant.

Before I knew it my father was letting go of my arm and he quickly kissed my cheek.

I looked into Salvatore's eyes and my legs started to feel like jelly.

I didn't know him.

I didn't know anybody at this wedding.

Not my parents. Or the bridesmaids. I didn't know anybody in this church.

"Do you Salvatore Apollo Rossi take Alessia Marrie Abrams to be your lawfully wedded wife for richer or poorer in sicknesses and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." His deep velvety voice said quickly.

"Do you Alessia Marrie Abrams take Salvatore Apollo Rossi to be your lawfully wedded husband for richer or poorer in sicknesses and health as long as you both shall live?"

"I-I do," I said as my throat started to feel clogged.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Salvatore's lips landed on mine and they were gone as quickly as they had come.

He held my hand and intertwined them together.

I didn't bother slapping a fake smile on my face.

And by the looks of it neither did Salvatore. His face was just as emotionless as mine was.

He led me to a car he opened the passenger door for me and I quickly slid inside.

Salvatore walked to the other side of the car and got in himself.

There was soft music playing on the radio.

The unspoken words are louder than the music but the sound helps the odd feelings between us.

We pulled up to this huge house- no mansion it was a gorgeous white color with marble pillars in the side of the front door.

He got out of the car and opened my door once again.

He took hold of my hand and led me inside the house.

We walked down a long hallway and ended up in a huge master bedroom.

"Wow," I whispered in awe.

"There are clothes in the bathroom for you. I'm sure you'll want to get out of that dress before you sleep" he said as he let go of my hand and walked out of the room.

The clothes consisted of a huge shirt that smelt woodsy and fresh. Short pajama shorts and plume black underwear.

I grabbed the clothes and quickly changed in the bathroom.

Once I came back out Santiago walked into the room with gray sweats that hung low on his waist and his toned chest was on display.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

He looked at me longer than I did him and he went to the big bed and laid on it.

I stood there as if I were a kid waiting for instructions.

"Lay in the bed Alessia." His deep voice rang through the room.

"What? The same bed?" I squealed.

He sat up against the headboard and gestured for me to come closer with his two fingers.

I walked toward him until I was standing right in front of him.

"Let me get one thing straight. You are my wife. I am your husband. As long as these rings are on our fingers and you are willing not to divorce me we will be sleeping in the same bed until death do us part. Do you understand?" His eyebrow rose.

"Yes," I whispered. I walked around the bed and quickly lay in the bed beside him.

Within seconds my body melted into the soft mattress.

Suddenly Salvatore's arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest.

As much as I hated saying this, I didn't hate the feeling of us being this close.

•••

It had been about a month since I'd been married to Santiago.

We don't speak to each other. All we do is sleep in the same bed together.

That's the only contact we have together.

Santiago texted me telling me to wear the red dress that was in the closet because we were going out.

The dress was gorgeous.

It was a deep red color, it had drop sleeves and it clung to my body like a glove.

I put on my black stiletto point-toe heels and went downstairs to wait for Santiago.

Fortunately for me he was already dressed and by the stairs.

Unknowingly I missed a step and fell off the stairs and into the air.

Salvatore caught me before I could hit the ground.

"You almost gave me a heart attack! Next time watch your step." Santiago hissed.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled and tears welled up in my eyes because my ankle was throbbing from twisting it when I tripped.

"Why are you crying?" Salvatore asked gently.

"M-my ankle," I whispered in pain.

"Which one?" He asked as he walked to the couch and at me down.

"My left one," I said.

He squatted in front of me as he took my heels off and mumbled "Clumsy girl." And shook his head.

"I'm calling the doctor." He said as he pressed something in his phone and pressed it to his ear.

"No, yes. No, she's sitting down. Okay. Yes, I do. I will, no you don't have to come I have everything. Thank you." He ended his call.

"I'm going to grab some icy hot cream and a pillow for your ankle." He said as he walked away.

He was back quicker than he had left.

He put the cream on his fingers and squatted in front of me again.

He gently rubbed the cream into my ankle and stood up once again.

"Put this on." He put sweatpants and another huge shirt on my lap.

"Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked shyly.

It was really hurting my ego asking for help but I had no other choice.

He wordlessly picked me up and placed me on the toilet inside the bathroom.

He left and closed the door.

I quickly put on the clothes while still sitting down.

I folded my dress and tossed it on the counter since it was far from the toilet.

"I'm done," I called out but not too loudly.

He came in and took me down the hall where our room was.

He placed me on the bed and then just started to stare at me.

"Uhh Salvatore?" I questioned but he just continued to stare at me.

"I've been waiting for this for so long." He whispered.

"Waiting for wh-"

Then he smashed his lips on mine.

This kiss was slow and passionate.

And I'll admit. Maybe I do have a small crush on my husband.

His lips detached from mine and he kissed my forehead.

"As much as I want you to love me the way I love you I don't want to force you to do anything. I apologize for being rude early on. But I will ask you to consider this marriage to last for a very long time. So please Alessia, my beautiful beautiful wife. Will you give me a chance to love you?" His eyes deep with

"Yes," I answered in a whisper.

And that night is when my life changed forever.

In the best way possible.

Hope you liked this chapter. Second one shot posted. I can only get better from here. Don't forget to VCF!
Mya❤️