A/n : Sorry I haven't posted in a while but this is a personal short story that i have wrote. I really hope you guys like it
PS : all the character in this story is made up not real!
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Ava Ling POV
I forced a smile as I signed another one of my books. “Grazie..” I exhaled, as I tried my best to look happy and excited. The girl walked away with a quick skip showing her excitement before I heard a voice loud and clear from the side, “Ava!” Tala shouted, “I brought your latte, and yes this time I did ask for a double shot even though your doctor actually says that you should not drink this.” She complained as she placed the drink in front of me. She was always like my mom but better. “Thanks Tala…” I whispered and got back to signing and smiling. The bitter and sweet coffee hitted my tongue as I slowly got my energy back. Buzz…. Buzz… My smile stopped as I looked over to my phone, excusing myself. I walked to the back of the library and took the phone call. It was an unknown number but I had an idea… “Hello, who’s this?” I politely asked.
“Dear…” The voice was instantly recognizable.
“Mother…” Acknowledging her, “What do you want… You know I do not want to talk to you right now…”
“As much as I do not want to talk to you too… Your father wants you home…” Her voice forced the last part out.
“耶稣基督妈妈…. jesus christ mom…. Why now…” My voice was clearly annoyed
“Just come home… for your father's sake..” She muttered out as she hung up. The door slammed open “Ava I need you to come, People are asking for you.” She said in a panic tone. I quickly grabbed my coffee and came back as fast as possible.
-AFTER THE MEET UP-
As I left the library, a car parked in front of me. It was a black SUV and it stood out of every car in the street… I knew it was my mother. I slowly walked past the car, acting like I did not see it but of course my mother had to know right away. “Ava get your butt here!” She yells as she rolls down her window. I breathed in and slowly exhaled as I turned to look at my mother with a smile.
I walked to her and opened the door slowly and got in with the most sarcastic do not want to be here smile. “Yes mother.” Can I even call her that, we haven’t even talked for years. I mean it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t reach out- “Stop being a child.” My thought was rudely interrupted by my mother's demanding voice. “We’re going home…”
Christian Perez POV
“Why do I have to do this…” I sigh to myself as my tie was fixed by my maid… She bowed and walked away before I lifted my hand up and slowly folded my sleeves… “she better be good.”
Ava Ling POV
I sat still, not moving an inch or my mother would complain. The cold air brushed against my hair, my back back is straight as a ruler, I hold my breath as I hear the door creak…. Creak… Slowly I hear the sound of a firm and steady step. The steps continue and it stops right in front of me. I didn’t even realize that I was looking down, I lifted my head up slowly seeing a tall and cold figure, his eyes were dark and emotionless, the brown hair slicked into a perfect shape. How was he this gorgeous. I expected him to be old and ugly but no… He looks so perfect.
I clear my throat t “Hi.. I’m-”
“Ava Ling… I know..” An arrogant tone came out, “You think I would marry someone I have not done my research on?”
Jesus.. Rude?
“Please Christian, sit down.” My mother's dark red lip smiled. God, I can see dollar signs on her eyes. She doesn't want me to date because I’m single, she wants me to date so she can brag to her friends about how I marry a rich guy and how this will move up our family legacy but I was confused why would he, the son of a millionaire or billionaire marry me?
I felt like I could sleep. It has been an hour into this dinner. Fake smiling, fake laugh, fake everything. He’s not even smiling, I felt like I’m doing all the work to pull this off. “So… are you going to sign the contract Christian?” My father spoke up as the maid put a marriage paper and pen in front of Christian, there’s something off about this. My father grinned ear to ear as Christian just sat quietly looking at the paper with his hand in a fist turning his knuckle white. Christian slowly picks up the pen, his hand shakes, his eyes rest as he takes a deep breath before signing it.
“Welcome to the family Christian.” Father sneer
-TIME SKIPS-
“And he is so annoying and arrogant and annoyingly perfect and-”
“Ava I’m going to stop you right there,” Tala interrupted. “So you are telling me that he is annoying but good looking?”
“Yes and it is annoying how arrogant he is.”
“Don’t you like red flags?” She chuckle
“Shut it,” I mutter out. “I’m hanging up bye.”
I rudely hang up and let out a loud and satisfying smile before a notification pops up on my phone. I sigh again before grabbing my phone and looking at the text. Weird. It was from Chris… we haven’t talk since the dinner
Meet me at XXX XXX at XX:XX
As confused as I was, I kinda wanted to meet him. So I grab black coat and purse before stepping out of my apartment. Feeling the cold air and the smell of smoke, coffee, and definitely alcohol, I hold out my hand waiting for a cab to come. The dark blue cab parked in front of me with my screech. I reached the place he had told me to come to, It was an apartment? I walked in and the reception instantly knew me… She politely told me to follow her and as stupid as I am. I did. I followed her to the elevator and she gave me instructions very carefully on how to find the room 333. As I walked through the black marble hallway I was met with the room…. 333
I knocked once… no answer. Knock twice…. No answer. As I was about to knock the third time the door suddenly opened. I instantly blush and look up and down. Chris was wearing a compress black shirt with joggers…
“H-Hi,” I stutter my words out. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me in! RUDE.
“Wine or whiskey?” He said coldly as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
“I don’t drink…” I walk to him, keeping myself together
“Of course you don’t…” He sighs out as he takes a drag out of his cigarette, “do you know why I brought you here…”
“To yell at me and tell me this is a bad idea?” I sarcastically responded, trying my best to piss him off.
He suddenly walked to me and held up my chin firmly, turning my head left and right. His shape eyes impale me with the feeling of fear?
“Hmm..” He slowly leaned closer to me. “Let me make this clear. I do not care about you nor do I want to be with you. So if you think you will change my mind and make me love you. Stop dreaming.”
Tears brim to my eyes as I look at him. My mouth opened but no words came out. I felt the feeling of screaming, crying, shock but still… nothing would come out.
“You are pathetic.”
I was paralyzed as the words he whispered linger in my head. My stomach had a tingle. Suddenly I felt my hand move and a hard SMACK …. I slapped him… I didn’t mean it, i-it was just all of the sudden… I ran out of that room… My breathing started to quicken up as I made it out. That is when tears started to pour down my face. Feeling drop by drop, and the clock tick by tick counting the time that I have breath. I- Me… I have to marry that jerk of a person. Why… Why me?
Christian Perez POV
2 am…
The chair creaked as my brother sat down with a fear on his face. This was his fault. I look at him with the most you are in trouble look I could put on. I took a deep breath. Reminding myself that this is my brother, and if it was any other person they would have been killed. “Ivan… you know what you did… don’t you.” I try to keep as calm as possible trying to not to burst out onto him. I clench my fist. “Chris it was a mistake, I really didn’t mean it! I love her-”
“Non mi interessa! I don’t care! You could have picked anyone, why would you pick the president's daughter you idiota!” I interrupted him, “You know Ava Ling?” I try to sound calm and he just responds with a small and quick nod. “Well her dad took a photo of you and the president's daughter on a date in OUR Italian restaurants. And now he is black mailing me into marrying his daughter..” Ivan's eyes turn from fear to shock. “W-Wait! When is the wedding..” His voice trembles with fear. “In the next 4 months… I have to get rid of that picture.” I sigh out rubbing my temple, “and you Ivan. You are going to work at the restaurant until I am satisfied and no you are not getting any more money from me… fatto? Got it?” He couldn’t even speak and he just responded with a fast nod before running out.
-NEXT DAY IN THE MORNING-
Ava Ling POV
Why am I doing this? Why am I even trying? I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. The door creaked open and It wasn’t Chris. “So you are the lucky girl,” He smirked. “Ivan… Ivan Perez.” Chris has a brother?
“I-I’m Ava… Ava Ling.” I stutter my words out.
“What are you doing here?” He questioned as I was trying to not tremble, “If you want to see Chris he’s in the kitchen.” I quickly nodded and he moved away from the door letting me. As I walk in I see Chris in an apron cooking breakfast but when he sees me. His soft eyes turn cold. “Why are you here? I thought I made it clear last time we talk about-”
“Let the pretty girl talk, Chris.” Ivan intervene
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as I walked to Chris, “I do not care if you do not care about me. But since we are already forced into this marriage. The least we can try is to make this work. I do not care how long this is going to take but I am going to make you like me!” Silence fills the room. He walked close to me. Only to grab the apple behind me and go back to cooking. I gave a whole speech to him and he didn’t even acknowledge it. “You know we have to move in with each other soon right?” I ask but still he doesn’t care and just ignores me. This guy is something… I looked at Ivan as he just rolled his eyes.
“Chris, she just gave a whole speech to you and you just ignored her. Is that what a good husband would do?” Ivan jokingly ask
“Non spingerlo. Don’t push it.” Chris said sternly.
“What did he say?” I asked Ivan to try to be calm and not make an embarrassment out of myself but Ivan only gave me a nervous smile. “O-oh nothing. Nothing at all.” I walked to Chris looking at him trying to seem tough but in reality I was trembling. “We are moving in together next week.. Be prepared.” I said before leaving him.
-…NEXT WEEK…-
I walk into the house feeling the fresh smell of paint and dust. I walk around checking all the spots until I hear a thud upstairs. I was confused, no one should be here now. I slowly took steps making my way up the stairs being as quiet as possible. As I opened the door in the master bedroom I was met with Chris. “Chris?” I look at him with confused eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be here until 6. “I just wanted to check what my room would look like.” His hands in his pocket. “Your room? It’s our room Chris.”
“Who said that hmm Moglie Wife” He said with a smirk like he had won something.
“I did. We are married so we are supposed to share a room.” I cross my arm.
“I didn’t know wives talk back.”
“You know what, fine. Go take this room, I'll take something else jesus.” I stormed out of the room mad but he. He just had a cruel smile on his face. I walked to the left and the right and then left and… there was no bedroom. I then slowly walk to him again and knock on the door. Knock knock knock. The door slowly creaked open. “Yes?” Chris grinned. He knew! He knew there wouldn’t be another room. “Where am I supposed to sleep!” I shouted.
“On the floor, Like a dog?” This guy is getting on my last nerve. “I’m joking, wife. I just wanted you to run around the house looking for a room like a lost puppy, that’s all,” He snicker. “We are sleeping in the same room mostly because I won’t be here often. Happy?” I rolled my eyes feeling the anger building up but slowly closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let out a quick sigh before looking at him. “We have dinner tomorrow at 8. Be there”
-NEXT DAY-
“Tulips?” He asked but this time there was no sarcastic tone or annoying tone. No, this one was much more… sweet?
“Yeah. they're my favorite flowers. They always smell the best.” I smile as I put the flower in the vase.
“Are you ready for dinner?”
He puts his hands in his pocket before walking to the door. “Yes mia cara.”
At the restaurant the waiter sat us down before leaving us with the menu. I look though the menu feeling anxious. I haven’t had the best relationship with eating. I always look over my weight, I mostly blame my mother for that. As the waiter came over Chris saw the worry look on my face but turned to the waiter immediately. I looked at the waiter but as I was about to order Chris quickly interrupted.
“I will have the Fettuccine al Pomodoro and she will have a burger with fries. Thank you.”
The confused look on my face was visible. Why did he order for me? Did he know about my problem? Did he care? The waiter nodded before leaving, leaving us alone.
“If you're asking why or how I know about your eating problem. I saw you when we were at your parents house, your mother kept staring at you when you were eating. Using my knowledge that I have of how your relationship with your mother is merda crap, I knew then that you had an eating problem.” He said swiftly before grabbing his phone and ignoring me. I guess he was very observant.
-AT NIGHT-
I was in the kitchen scribbling something on a piece of paper before Chris walked in and saw me. His eyes didn’t seem to care but he asked anyway. “What are you doing?” He questioned. I didn’t answer him and only wrote before I grabbed the paper and put it on the fridge and put a magnet on it. “This is a list of things to do to get you Mr.Cold hearted Italian man to like me.” I beam with a smile. The corner of his lip moves up a bit as he tilts his head and looks at me. “Stop dreaming. You will never get me to like you mia cara.”
“Well I can sure try and do you really have to call me ‘mia cara’” My confidence was going up and up. As his tolerance was going down and down. Jesus. It’s hard to break this man. I was not close at all in getting him to be nice.
“Good luck mia cara,” was all he said before leaving me in the kitchen alone with my list.
BE NICE
MAKE FOOD
TRY NOT TO GET ANNOYED BY HIM (EVEN IF HE IS ANNOYING YOU)
AND IF ANY OF THIS DOESN’T WORK DON’T TRY.
-DAYS PASSES-
The days that have passed I have tried everything! From cooking, washing, to even buying his favorite watch. Maybe I’m just doing something wrong. Maybe he really doesn’t care. Maybe I was just a fool. I was walking to my dad's office since I needed to get some documents about the marriage and read over it but as soon as I was grabbing the knob on the door I heard people inside. Maybe it was my dad's client but no. This person sounds familiar, the cold emotionless voice. Chris. I try to listen to their conversation.
“I DO NOT CARE!” My father shouted, “You sign the document and you stick to it.”
“You blackmail me into this.” Chris sternly states.
“And you sign the contract. Well well well.”
“Whenever I get my hands on those pictures I’m going to ruin your life and your reputation.” I can hear things being thrown before a complete silence. I quickly ran out of there and went to another room. Breathing heavily as I think to myself. So all of it was because he got black mail into it. He never wanted this to work out. He just wants to get rid of the evidence…. Ruin my dad and probably me also…
At night. I was at Tala house as she opened a bottle of wine. “So he only married you because he got black mail into this besteiracrap?” I only nod in reply before going back to sobbing. I never liked him but to know that even if I try my best to like him he wouldn’t care either way. His goal is to get rid of the black mail and not to be with me. How can I be so blind to even try and make him like me.
As the sky started to get darker and darker I said my goodbye to Tala before getting into my car and driving off. As I drove my eyes started to fill with tears again and I felt the tears rolling down my face. I felt drunk as I slowly drifted off and CRASH! Glass shattered, my body feeling like it got hit with a thousand bullets. “He never cares… why am I such a fool…” Blood drips from my forehead as my body gives up.
Christian Perez POV
Grim. That is a word to describe everything. Rain hits my umbrella, the sky turning a dark gray. I stood there still, paralyzed as people slowly left. One by one. Until it was just me and her, 6ft under ground. My right hand shakes and I place a bouquet of tulips on her grave. One tear rolls down my cheeks as I look down with no expression.