Vincent came to meet Mila the following day.
"Good morning, sweetheart," He entered without permission.
Mila was dressing up.
"Bloody hell, just because my parents are not at home does not mean you can walk into my bedroom without permission," She screamed and threw the cream she was holding at him.
Vincent came forward.
"Your room faces the front yard. You saw when I walked in and you wanted me to see you naked that's why you stood naked in front of me," Mila went to her walk-in closet and put her bathing robe on.
"Your idiot, I was in the bathroom, How did you expect me to know that you arrived?" He asked.
She moved away from him.
He placed a dress on her bed.
"Wear this, we are going shopping," He told her.
Mila laughed.
"I thought you grounded me. Besides I am not lacking anything and I cannot go anywhere without my parents' permission. I am not going to go shopping with you in that suit," She spoke.
He sat down. He was tired of having to bicker with Mila every single time they talked.
"Your clothes are hideous and we have functions to attend and I am not going to go with you in some hideous outfits," He replied.
Mila was annoyed, she could not even be in the same place for five minutes and now she had to make appearances with him.
"Would you feel comfortable going out with a child and calling her your fiancée? Do you not think it is child abuse?" She asked him.
"I do not want to hear it and you should know beforehand that I do not care about what people have to say about me. As long as they are being discreet it means they respect me," He replied.
Mila went into her closet to wear something more presentable, according to him.
"It is not respect, it is fear. They are scared of you that is why they will not dare to say anything," She replied.
Vincent went to her and zipped her dress.
"I do not remember asking you for help, Vincent," She grunted and picked a sandal to wear.
Vincent moved the sandals away and picked a pair of black heels.
"So your brother pouring out his frustration and his displeasure about our marriage means he is respecting me?" He asked her.
"It means he respects you enough to talk to you about it but you do not want to listen to him," She answered.
"Nothing in this world will make me give you up. I have waited for four months since I put the ring that you lost on your finger," He lowered his voice and held her face.
Mila turned away.
"I would have agreed to this marriage, but I know you are doing this not because you love me but because you want to get a taste from your best friend's sister. I know how many women you have been with and I know how you change them regularly," She said in her mind.
Vincent had a one-sided smile.
"I see you have been spending your time googling me and my whereabouts. Indeed, I do not love you, and it is also true that I want to sleep with you. Is that revelation enough?" He asked her. "Who would not want to bed you? I mean have you seen yourself? That is apart from those hideous clothes you wear," He said aloud.
She unzipped her dress and stood in her underwear.
"Since you have made your intentions clear, sleep with me and make this marriage or alliance end. I will not tell anyone," She replied.
Vincent looked at her. Did she hate him so much that the thought of marrying him scared her?
"You have made a tempting offer, Mila but I not only want to sleep with you, but I also want to make sure no other person can have you after me," He had a serious look on his face as he said the words.
Mila zipped her dress up and wore the heels he selected and went downstairs for breakfast.
"I was wondering what was keeping you so long," Austin kissed her cheek.
"Good morning," She replied and sat down far away from Vincent.
Austin noticed Mila's face, she was not happy at all. What was there to be happy about?
Austin went out to take a call.
"You need to hurry, I booked an appointment with the jeweler to make you another ring and the one for the wedding too.
"Vincent, we have a problem," Austin came into the room.
"What is it?" He asked.
"The east side family has revolted," He replied.
Vincent sat down, the Rosa family was in charge of the East side of the business, and they were extremely close to the Carters.
He received a call from his father.
"Father, I have sent men to take them down and resolve the issue," He replied. He hated doing jobs like this and always left the dirty jobs to his men, he knew he would have to get involved sooner.
"No one should be spared, even the littlest of them all. I will not tolerate any revolt," His father yelled over the phone.
Vincent was quiet.
"Where is Stephen? Did he join them to revolt?" He asked.
"He knows better than that," Vincent replied
"I want the job done properly," His father said again. "I will do that," He replied and put off the phone.
"Are you going to kill them all? The children have no part in it," She was scared. The society was as brutal as they said.
Vincent grabbed her shoulders and shook her to bring her back to her senses.
"The children will grow up and revolt too. No one is spared when they offend the society." He made it clear.
"Are you scared?" He asked her.
She did not respond. Mila smiled faintly.
"I guess, either way, they are screwed--are we still going out?" She asked him.
"Of course, I cannot cancel plans once it is made." He replied and pulled her chair out, so she could get up.
"I can do it by myself," She said and got up.
He stared at her.
She looked at him.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him.
He brought her face closer.
Austin cleared his throat. Mila got up immediately and turned her face away.
"What do you want?" Vincent asked Austin.
"The girl who lives in this room is my sister, I came to check up on her," He replied, feeling disgusted at what he just saw.
"Well, she is fine. Are you not, Mila?" He turned to her.
She nodded trying to dismiss the awkward situation.
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They arrived at the fitting room.
"Welcome, Mr. Vincent," The chief jeweler greeted him.
"I am sorry that I am behind schedule," Vincent apologized.
"It is fine, sir. You are one of our most important clients and we have to put you first," The jeweler replied and led him to a VIP room.
All Mila could think of was the number of women he had brought here to customize jewelry for.
Vincent got up to speak to the jeweler privately.
"You are the first person he is customizing jewelry for. The other women he brought just picked random stuff," The woman told him.
Mila laughed.
"So nice for you to let me know," She replied and turned away.
"Well, Mr. Vincent has told me what he will like you to wear beforehand so I drew out the design for the wedding rings," He told me.
Mila smiled softly.
"Did you also choose items for the various women you brought here?" She asked him.
Vincent cleared his throat.
"I am sorry but can I have a minute alone"? He asked the jeweler.
"Of course, sir," He responded and motioned the staff to give them privacy.
He turned to her and gripped her wrist.
"Because I cannot hurt you now, does not mean I cannot do other things to make you suffer. Yes, I have bought various women expensive items but I do not see how that should be a problem. Are you getting jealous?" He asked her.