Upon leaving the house, Marcelo cast a reproachful look towards Mia and, setting aside his cordiality, spoke to her with an icy tone.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what I was seeking by coming here, but let it be clear that I detest criticism of my work, especially from a newcomer, so you'd better keep in mind that I am Mr. Lombardo's right hand, and in his absence, I take charge. Goodnight." Without so much as a glance back, Marcelo got into his car and drove away, leaving Mia in a state of shock.
"What the hell, do they think today is ruin Mia's day?" she muttered as a stream of expletives poured out, "Damn fools, just wait until I'm in control and I'll ruin your lives, and you, you fool Marcelo, you'll be the first to go."
Mia stormed off, fuming, straight home. Upon arrival, she soaked in the bathtub, her tension ebbing away. Relaxation was setting in when suddenly a doubt sprung to mind—what had that damned old woman meant by saying Marco was celebrating his union? Though pondering it, Marcelo had mentioned they were busy with a major client; perhaps Marco had taken on a partner. That was the most likely explanation, Mia reasoned, dropping the matter there.
Elsewhere, a stunning woman stood before a large window, captivated by the breathtaking view.
"Do you like it?" came a man's voice, filled with a joy he hadn't felt before, alluring and magnetic. The woman didn't hesitate to turn around and find herself looking into the eyes she'd loved so much, which now gazed back at her with tenderness, love—(this must be my imagination, she told herself; such changes don't happen so fast).
"Marco, this is real, right? I'm not dreaming?"
"No, you're not, my princess," Marco replied, his eyes capturing hers. How the girl he'd known since infancy was now his wife, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, was beyond him. His gaze alone stirred so much within him, so without hesitation, he approached and pulled her close, whispering each word to ensure she understood and hadn't misheard: "I... love... you."
At his words, Alexa's eyes widened in disbelief. She stepped back to look at him directly, contemplating if all this was a dream, she was about to question the reality when Marco, in a swift move, pressed his lips to hers with a kiss that conveyed his deep longing.
Alexa allowed herself to be swayed by her feelings, overwhelmed with the knowledge of his love. It set her heart racing wilder than a horse at full sprint.
Marco lifted her into his arms, carrying her toward the bed, his gaze never leaving her.
Under his attentive stare, he stripped off the top part of his pajamas, and delighted in the pink flush that bloomed on Alexa's cheeks, showing her embarrassment and timidity, yet she couldn't look away.
With utmost care, Marco positioned himself above her and whispered, "Do you like what you see, my darling?"
Alexa nodded shyly, making him smile at the sweetness of his wife. Once again he spoke, "It didn't seem fair to forget what happened last time, but this time, we will remember and enjoy it."
Unable to contain the emotions he evoked within her and amplified by her pregnancy hormones, Alexa, despite her embarrassment, wrapped her arms around Marco and drew him in for a passionate kiss that she didn't want to end.
Marco was elated and only too willing to enjoy their wedding night, as he knew her state would only heighten her desire, which he was ready to unleash.
The night was filled with sounds, with moans that lasted for a long time.
Enthralled by the sensations that Marco provoked, Alexa had never imagined such pleasure. Marco, for his part, was unrestrained; he tried to be gentle out of concern for her condition, but she continued to ask for more, intensifying their pleasure through various positions, until both reached a state of ecstatic fulfillment. Now, their bodies were fully in sync; they were one.
After much intensity, Alexa fell asleep on Marco's chest, and he watched her, feeling that this wonderful girl and their unborn child were his world.
With this conviction, he fell asleep. (Little did he know that in just a few hours, enemies would unite to threaten their happiness).
The first rays of the sun filtered through the window, causing a sleepy Alexa to rub her eyes, slowly recalling the previous night's experiences, turning her cheeks crimson. So she opened her eyes and looked beside her, only to find—just as she suspected—all had been a dream, for the space beside her was empty. Then the bedroom door opened, revealing the handsome man in a suit that made him look dazzling.
"Good morning, my love. How did the most beautiful princess awake?"
"Marco, I thought that—?" Alexa began, but cut off, embarrassed under his gaze. Instead, she mumbled, "No matter, it's nothing. I assume you're going to work then?"
"Yes, princess, but today we'll go together. I'll introduce you as my wife; all my employees will know that you are Mrs. Lombardo."
"Are you sure about doing this? You know they were familiar with Mo..."
"I do know, but that's irrelevant. She hardly ever showed up unless it was for money. In contrast, you will work alongside me because you'll own everything I have."
"Marco, are you certain? I don't want them thinking I'm with you for selfish reasons. I'm not after your wealth; I'm with you because you're Marco, the man I've always loved." She blushed as she spoke, compelling him to draw close.
"Sweetheart, don't think that way, because I certainly don't. I know who you are, and I would never think you're with me for material gain. If I decide you will own everything, it's not because you asked for it, but because I want it that way. And if anyone says or thinks otherwise, don't let it bother you—I will make our stature unmistakably clear. They'll know better than to trouble you; you don't just carry my name, but also my power. You may not understand now, but in time, you will comprehend the importance of the Lombardo name. Now, let's set this aside Mrs. Lombardo. Please rise, have breakfast and feed our child; it's all laid out on the table. Eat while I prepare your bath, alright?"
Like an obedient child, Alexa nodded and got up, heading to the small dining area. Before crossing, she approached Marco and gave him a soft peck on the lips, bringing a smile to his face. As she moved to the dining table, she felt a playful swat from Marco on her bottom, which propelled her forward with a smile on her face, her heart brimming with joy (This really isn't a dream; he told me he loves me; God, I am so happy).
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