Our name was written on the marriage certificate, with Emilio handing it to us one after the other.
I watched how he smirked seeing this, "So…."
Emilio's eyes met with mine, anger etched in them, I was sure if Mr. Matteo wasn't the one standing here he would lose it.
"The registration will take a while because of your divorce," Emilio said and I rolled my eyes at this.
The divorce had worked very fast because of my position and this is one of the reasons why I enjoy being a prosecutor.
"At least I am now married to her," Mr. Matteo let out and Emilio swallowed hard.
Pretty sure he is still in shock that the last he could call his wife a few days ago is now the wife of someone else.
"Sir, don't you think this will bring an issue with you and her ex-husband, he might think she is cheating on him." Emilou let out I could see the furry in him.
"What is this? I don't think you should concern your life with that of mine Mr. Riccardo." I butted in.
"Even though we were married for three years he never acknowledged me as his wife. Why get worried now?" I added.
I noticed how his jaw clenched, as he does when in rage, "That's enough, Mr Riccardo, thanks for your time." Mr. Matteo let out and Emilio bowed.
His gaze locked with mine did not move until Mr. Matteo asked him to leave immediately.
The moment the door slammed shut, I glared at the so-called Lorenzo.
"What was that about? I have a friend you could call for a witness but the person you think you should call is Emilio?"
"Emilio?" he repeated now moving closer to me, as I shifted back fear gripped me.
"Wh… what?"
"I expected you to call him, Mr. Ricardo, how come you called him by his name?"
"That is none of your business, he is my colleague, so…" There he pulled out his pistol and I felt my whole body freeze.
Why the hell would he easily have access to a pistol and take it around with him? My head screamed.
"Don't use that word for me, I am your husband now." I breathed out loudly in fear as he raised it closer to me.
"Are you that scared of this?" he asked, waving the pistol like a toy.
My hands trembled, and I could hardly breathe seeing the pistol pointed at me again I couldn't breathe.
"Pl… please drop it," I pleaded, he tilted his head to the side and he pulled me roughly toward him, he turned my back against his chest.
His hand encircled my neck, and he smirked against my ear, the pistol now placed on my head, and felt the weird spark jolt out.
"Never get me mad," he whispered, I nodded my head immediately, he should fucking get the pistol off my head.
I noticed his hands moved down my thigh and I felt my under twitch.
"Now that you are my wife… don't you think we should.." his hands slid under my skirt, my leg shivering under his touch.
"Please, I was drunk, that was my first time remember, don't you think we should make our next night memorable?"
"Hmm'," he mumbled, kissing my neck, "Yeah… you are now my wife anyways." he let out and then placed the pistol in my trembling hands.
"You are a prosecutor and you don't handle pistols?" I swallowed, trying to make my grip on the pistol firm.
"I am about to tell the world we are married," he announced and my eyes widened, I shook my head stunned.
"No, no please my dad will get mad at me I have just divorced my ex, and… "
"Nobody knows about him," he interrupted me.
"Or, are you still in love with him?" recalling the pistol I shook my head almost immediately.
"I… I don't." I sputtered and then I noticed how he smirked.
"You don't have to be scared of me, I am your husband after all." he let out again, and then a knock came in.
"Come in," he asserted and Mr. Pietro walked inside.
"This is Marcello, my assistant, you can call him by his name," he said and I nodded my head.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you," I muttered, obviously still shaken and he smiled.
"Boss, the meeting.." he stopped midway and this made me so suspicious.
"Which one?" Lorenzo asked.
"It's about the land, the woman had a heart attack.." my eyes winded at this.
"What? No, she didn't, she called to tell me…." I stopped midway after seeing his glare.
"Boss, do you think you can handle her?" Marcello asked and he snickered.
"Of course I can," he answered, his eyes still locked on mine.
"What do you know about it," he asked and I shifted back a bit farther from them with fear at the way the Marcello guy had moved forward, scaring me.
Then I did what I thought could save me at the moment, the pistol he had given to me I pointed it at them.
"Stay back," I whispered but he didn't stop but kept moving forward.
"Marcello," I heard Lorenzo's threatening voice.
Immediately he stopped and then that smirk appeared on his face.
"You don't have to be scared of me, you are the boss's wife which gives you a rank up," he teased.
"I… want to go home," I announced, finding my way to the door, still pointing the pistol at them but Lorenzo's voice stopped me.
"You are married to me, that means you live in the same mansion as me,"
I swallowed hard at this, "Yeah, after the vice chairman role has been fulfilled I answered and ram out still pointing the pistol at them.
My heart racing faster, I aced the pistol in my purse as I found a way out of the company not minding the whisperers directed at me.
I got to the side of my car, about to open it with my hands trembling, just then I felt a grip that pulled me backward.
"Aww," I groaned but the culprit didn't stop until we were in a secluded area.
"What was that about? You only divorced last night.." Emilio yelled.
I slapped his hands off, irritated by his touch, "You mean two nights ago," I retorted.
"Are you crazy? It was just a little misunderstanding, I thought the divorce was a joke. How can you tender it already?"
"Joke?"
"Isa…" I raised my hands for him to stop talking.
"My whole life was a joke to you, Emilio… I loved you, but have you ever returned the love?" I asked with a snicker.
"I don't care, what you think!" he yelled back at me.
"This is about our family, what are they going to do?"
"Introduce my sister to them and continue the partnership. Isn't that what you all want?"
"Isabella!" he roared and I turned to leave, but he pulled me back.
"I will make you pay for this bitch," I let out a dismissive snort not phased by his words.
"Be careful with your words, I might be your boss soon," I muttered and strutted toward the car.