His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 370

“I’m right here.” I looked at the priest, pleading with him to begin the ceremony. My mind was put on saying ‘I do, and with Aria putting ideas in my head, it could go either way.

During the ceremony, I had to remind myself not to yawn and count the minutes. I was bored, tired-and at the same time didn’t want to go home with my new housemates.

Aria, Angelo, guards, maids, gardeners, drivers, and others.

Not that different from a robot, I followed along with everything until we had finally reached the crucial part.

“Vincenzo, do you take Aria to be your wife?”

I’d rather not.

“Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?”

No, and I didn’t like betraying god either.

I turned to the crowd, looking straight into Serena’s eyes, who gave me a reassuring nod. always been one of my biggest nightmares, and marrying someone who could not reach Se a pity.

Aria was everything I despised in a person, and she was not to blame. This was Oscar Morales’ fault.

“V-Vince?” Aria’s voice trembled as if she had expected me to turn my back.

“I do.” My thoughts went to my family, who needed me the most. I wasn’t doing this for me. I was doing this for the Garcias.

Aria’s hands which had been shaking felt warm and calm at my answer. Her breathing was back to normal, and so was her voice. “Praise the lord.” I could sense her smile through her veil.

The words ‘I do’ came from her mouth as if she had been practicing them for weeks. There was no worry, no doubt only desperation. Yet I could still not help but wonder-why she would want to marry someone like me.

The priest gave us our blessings which I didn’t care for, and Nic came walking with the rings, smiling car to ear.

Nic didn’t have the right opportunity to meet my wife and was unaware of what kind of monster we would bring into the family.

I could give my oblivious brother the benefit of the doubt.

“Look at you all grown up!” He made a quick comment, in all likelihood waiting for all of this to be over so he could get on that plane and get out of here.

Placing a ring on Aria’s finger and being forced to say words that weren’t true was difficult. Making a promise to provide for our family while knowing I wouldn’t have any children with her in a million years felt even worse, and I felt delighted to get it over with.

Exhausted, I pushed through the final minutes and did everything that got expected of me until the ceremony was finally over.

Vincenzo Garcia, who had sworn not to get married, had a wife. A childish one, controlled by her family.

“It is with a great deal of joy and with honor that I to introduce to you this afternoon for the very first time. Mr. and Ms. Vincenzo Garcia-Morales husband and wife.”I listened to the priest’s words, followed by claps and cheers.

Overwhelmed, I stepped back only for Aria to step forward. Whatever the reason, she wouldn’t let go of my hand.

“You may kiss the bride.”

My hands moved to the end of the veil, pushing it over her head. At last, I could see her face; as usual, she looked more beautiful than her ugly heart.

Her dark eyes were glowing, the same as her skin. Her hair was curled to perfection, and I could tell she had put a lot of effort into all of this. More than I would put into this marriage, that’s for sure.

She could’ve fooled anyone else with that sweet smile, though I still believed for her to be the devil.

Aria threw her arms over my shoulder with a victorious grin and pressed her forehead against mine as I had no choice but to stare into those deep brown eyes.

“Can I?” She was kind enough to ask.

“Yes. "

be said for Aria to close the small gap between

like she needed to prove something-and maybe

I felt nothing.

love, no desire-nothing.

even with all of the women I had going in and out of the mansion, and it kept me thinking. Just how much did I despise her for her to disgust me like this?

giggling with her hand resting on my cheek. “I like the sound

the sound of

she being

I raised

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror. My hair which had always reached just above my shoulders, was cut and looked as ridiculous as the suit

my wedding day, and I would not turn back. It had to be done for the family’s good, and I was

and anxious and had no idea how to go from here-but I had no intentions of showing it. As the head of the Garcia,

me by my shoulders. She was uncle Bruno’s wife, and by her soft

I smiled slightly as Bruno pushed away his wife to fix my tie. Lots of friends and cousins had gathered to support me as my groomsmen, which was something my uncle had pushed for, and all everyone kept telling me was

you for doing the right thing.”

but Oscar Morales had not said a word. It wasn’t hard to figure out that my soon-to-be wife had vouched for

I feel bad?

should I?

hadn’t gone around using my name to scare our partners, I wouldn’t have had to clean

knew what 1 wanted because I had made it clear. No traditions, no

I was okay with whatever the Morales had planned for me and told them I would just go along with it–but giving it a second thought, I knew that was not

me appear weak and incapable of making

to use my name without thinking of

dad’s old associates-Nico Flores, handed me a

associates telling me to take the key because he was moving out of the country and didn’t want anything

man. Who knew what he

worse than me having to

the marriage. His disliking of Aria was intense, but our friendship was stronger, and that’s why he was here to

nodded, raising his

shoulder. “Don’t listen to him!” He said. “You’re doing

look like a

the marriage and had many good things to say about Aria. Not surprising because, in a way, the two were

they desired. The only significant difference would be that Christian did have a mind of his own. As long

the truth could jeopardize our friendship and my marriage, but at the same time,

unpredictable reactions, it

phone to look at the time when I had just received a text message

this one of Aria’s schemes

this is

offer and would

can

want

about a week from

Livia: Yes.

be in good hands calmed my nerves. Just imagining

no idea, but she had indeed

of

move back home, distance himself from the family

I couldn’t be. Nic had worked very hard to keep everything in place while I was recovering mentally and

sigh, I stopped in my steps and turned to hold Luis’ hands. Despite scolding him about his grades, our bond was still unbreakable, and he was still the most important

I said. “Are we going to do this? Because if you tell me

and everyone anticipated his answer, adding to the pressure. If my brother didn’t want me to get married-that would’ve

way to protect