Alessandro and Xaviera reached the family mansion, and they both headed inside. When they reached, the rest of the family who stayed back to celebrate welcomed them.
Sandro went straight into his room, to take off his clothes; and Xaviera followed up.
"It's done, my life is ruined, because of you. But, trust me, you'd regret it." Sandro mumbled reassuringly.
"Thank you." Xaviera told him.
"Thank you? That's all you can say? After you've succeeded in making me marry you?"
"Alessandro, I didn't make you marry me. Please, don't start a fight now."
"I shouldn't start a fight? You're trying to say that I'm a fight generator? Huh?"
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I'd leave for the closet, to hinder any fight." Xaviera said and left for the closet. She changed into some decent clothes and left back into the bedroom.
"Witch in disguise." Sandro brushed his shoulder on Xaviera's and went into the closet. He also changed into some decent clothes and left back into the bedroom.
"Alessandro, if you don't like me, I promise, I don't have a problem. And I'd stay away from you." Xaviera mumbled.
"That's it, I hate you. But, I'm married to you, and you're mine, no one else's. You're mine only, got that?" Sandro whined.
"But you don't like me? If you don't like me, why don't you want others to have me? You're becoming selfish again, Sandro."
"I know right? I'm your husband, so you belong to me alone. And I'd kill anyone who comes close to you or looks at you in a lustful way. I swear."
"This can't be." Xaviera mumbled.
"It can be, because you're my wife, and I'm your husband."
Xaviera looked at Sandro in disbelief. Sandro didn't love her, so why doesn't he want anyone to have Xaviera?
"You're making me feel like you love me." Xaviera muttered.
"Hey, hold it there! Did I say I love you? I don't want anyone to have you because I married you, okay? It's just simple. Now let's go downstairs, before everyone starts banging on the door."
Xaviera sighed and they both left for downstairs.
"If you leave my side for even a second, I'd make you regret it, okay? Now, tuck your hand in mine." Sandro told her.
"Sandro why are you doing all these? You don't love me so stop pretending."
"I'm not pretending, neither do I want anyone to think that we're in love. I just want to make it clear to you that, we're married, and you're mine. I don't want anyone to have what's mine. To be honest, you're very pretty, that's why I don't want to give a chance to anyone to look at you. My cousins are here, any of them can fall in love with you with just one sight. Now don't argue, follow me." Sandro replied.
Xaviera complied and followed him, as her palm was tightly held by Sandro's.
Sandro took her to where some of his male cousins stood. It seemed like they were all discussing something very important; and interesting.
"Hey men, what's going on here?" Sandro asked them.
"Hey!" His cousins exclaimed in unison.
"What's going on here? Perhaps I can join with me wife." Sandro replied.
"Oh, we're just discussing some beautiful women we saw at the wedding, you can join us." Aleksandro muttered.
Sandro smiled and went ahead to take his seat, with his wife by his side. All this while, he didn't let go off her hand.
"Did you see that lady? That beautiful friend of Rosario?" Juliano also mumbled.
"Yeah, Rosario's friend. She came from Italy to attend this wedding. I spoke to her once, and trust me hermanos (brothers), her accent is damn charming. She won't be up to twenty years, she's still young, which gives Luciano a chance. Luc, we can make her yours, do you like her?" Juliano said again.
"Yes brothers, I like her. And I know you guys would make her mine." Luciano replied.
All the brothers laughed. Sandro sat without talking. He just listened, with his wife.
"Alessandro, you ain't talking. Oh I forgot, you're married. Brothers, I almost forgot, we have a bachelor's party tonight. So Sandro, make sure you're there." Martino also came in.
"Yeah, I'd be there. Brother Emeliano's house, right?" Sandro asked, and Emeliano nodded a 'yes'.
'That means that, Violeta can't meet me in this mansion. I'd let her come to the bachelor's party, so that we can both have fun there.' Sandro said to himself.