His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 370

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

kiss was desperate, hungry, like she needed to prove

I felt nothing.

no desire-nothing.

never happened to me before, not even with all of the women I had going in and out of the mansion, and it kept me thinking. Just how

with her hand resting on my cheek. “I like the sound of that.”

sound

she being

forget—it’s Garcia-Morales.” I raised

always reached just above my shoulders, was cut

had to be done for the family’s good, and I was

felt nervous 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, I could not crumble, especially not the with merge happening. Being there for my family and not letting the Morales walk over me

my shoulders. She was uncle Bruno’s wife, and by her soft personality, one wouldn’t be able to tell.

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 how brave I was

you for doing the right thing.” Bruno slapped my chest, referring to the bakery

It wasn’t hard to figure out that my soon-to-be wife had vouched for

I feel bad?

why should

our

since and wished everything would go smoothly. Uncle knew what 1 wanted because I had made it clear. No traditions, no

first, I was okay with whatever the Morales had planned for me and told them I would just

them decide for me would make me appear weak and incapable of making

to use my name without

dad’s old associates-Nico Flores, handed me a key to the secret basement of the

childhood, I remember that floor was strictly forbidden, and now I had one of dad’s old associates telling me to take the

knew what he was hiding back

it be worse than me having to

of Aria was intense, but our friendship was stronger, and that’s why he was here to support

Beau nodded, raising his

He said. “You’re doing the right thing, and I’m happy for you.”

this look like a happy day

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

care about the consequences and did whatever they desired. The only significant difference would be that Christian did have a mind of his own. As long as

his world. I couldn’t tell him about the words Aria had spoken about her. Telling him the truth could jeopardize our

reactions, it

I had just received a text message from an

one of

is

would love to be your brother’s tutor.

can you start?

you want

a week from now?

Livia: Yes.

good hands calmed my nerves. Just imagining Aria and co interfering with

no idea, but she had indeed

out of the room. Out

move back home, distance himself from the

very hard to keep everything in place while I was recovering mentally and physically. He didn’t have to—but he did because he wanted to be

his grades,

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

pressure. If my

another way to protect the Garcias.

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