Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 42

Married to Mafia Boss

Chapter 42

Alia POV

As we left the pet store, Marco asked, ‘Where else would you like to go?

I knew Marco was busy, but suddenly I just wanted him to spend a little more time with me, even if just for a while.

I tugged at his arm and asked, “Would you mind taking me to the Portano Duty–Free Shopping Center? I’ve been wanting to check out their new spring clothing collection.”

Marco nodded and opened the car door. “Get in.”

Marco would never normally make time for mall shopping. Everything he wore and used was created by the Vittorio family’s private designers.

Even something as small as the fabric of his underwear was meticulously selected through various refined processes before finally making it to his closet.

So when Giulio and Luca, who were following us in another car, saw Marco accompanying me to the mall, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads in shock.

Giulio was the first to regain his composure. “Luca, Mr. Vittorio was in the middle of a crucial international video conference when he heard that Miss Aliya had been called away by Gabriel. He immediately abandoned a group of high–level council members from Monterano to rush to the café. Now he’s buying dog food and shopping at the mall. Does this sound like something our workaholic Mr. Vittorio would ever do?”

Luca sighed helplessly, “Of course not, in the past. But after working so hard for so many years, it’s nice that Miss Aliya can get him to take some time off occasionally.”

Giulio looked over, “Luca, why do you think our Mr. Vittorio suddenly decided to get married?”

Luca shook his head, “How would I know what goes on in Mr. Vittorio’s mind?”

Marco’s thoughts had always been difficult to decipher, and his marriage to me was something Luca and the others couldn’t figure out no matter how hard they tried.

Giulio said, “You’ve been by Mr. Vittorio’s side all this time. I thought you might know.”

Luca replied innocently, “When he decided to get married, he sent me away on other business. By the time I returned, they were already registered and living together.”

Luca suddenly remembered something: “What I do know is that Mr. Vittorio and Miss Aliya met three years ago…”

Giulio nodded, “I see. Should we inform the Monterano side about Mr. Vittorio’s marriage?”

Luca looked at Giulio seriously, “Mr. Vittorio has his own plans for this matter. It’s not our place to interfere in his private affairs. We’ve been by his side for many years–I don’t need to remind you of his boundaries.”

Giulio knew he shouldn’t meddle and stopped talking about it, looking ahead again. “From what I’ve observed lately, Miss Aliya is certainly a nice girl, but Mr. Vittorio has met more exceptional women before and never considered marrying any of them. Why did he choose to marry Miss Aliya?”

Luca mused, “I’m guessing it was love at first sight.”

Three years ago, when Marco met me, I was at my most disheveled state, and I even threw up all over him when I was drunk.

The clothes Marco wore–I couldn’t afford to replace even a single piece. In my drunken state, I thought Marco was a male server, and I ev him: “Handsome, do you charge extra for keeping customers company?”

I thought we’d never cross paths again, but to my surprise, Marco saw me on his first day back in Portano three years later.

ingly asked

Luca didn’t recognize me at the time–someone you’ve only met once three years ago isn’t easy to remember. But Marco, who was normally terrible with faces, recognized me immediately.

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Chapter 42

They had arranged to meet with Cortez Tech’s management that day to discuss acquiring the company, and coincidentally ran into me on a blind date.

Giulio thought for a moment and asked, ‘Our Mr. Vittorio is notoriously bad at recognizing people. How could he spot someone he met hist once three year

ago?”

Luca replied, “Mr. Vittorio is a germaphobe. If a drunk woman vomited all over him, don’t you think he’d remember?

Giulio seemed a bit amused at the mention of Marco being thrown up on.

Me vomiting on Marco was probably the most unfortunate incident in his twenty–something years of life.

While Giulio and Luca chatted non–stop behind us, Marco and I driving ahead barely exchanged words.

Marco had reverted to his usual state–cold and unapproachable. It’s not that he was deliberately distant; he simply didn’t talk much normally.

When we arrived at the shopping center, weekend crowds were bustling everywhere.

As soon as Marco entered, his face maintained its cold expression, but I noticed his hand immediately found mine, our fingers tightly interlaced.

As we passed a group of teenagers taking selfies, he coldly remarked, “So this is how ordinary people spend their Saturdays.”

I laughed. “How do you usually spend your weekends?”

Marco narrowed his eyes slightly. “Actually, family business meetings are typically held on Saturdays.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “What do you talk about at family meetings? Do you all sit around a big table in pinstripe suits smoking cigars?”

“That’s an outdated stereotype,‘ he answered in a lowered voice as we passed a crowded store. “Though my father does enjoy fine Cuban cigars.”

After browsing for about an hour, I discovered an Italian luxury scarf boutique. The store displayed exquisite merchandise, with colorful silk scarves that looked like works of art.

“Let’s go in,” I said, pulling Marco’s hand. “I want to pick out a scarf for you to wear at your next family gathering.”

He raised an eyebrow but followed me inside. The boutique wasn’t large, but it was elegantly decorated with glass shelves and soft lighting that highlighted the quality of the merchandise.

As I spoke, I held up a beautiful silk scarf to his chest. “Marco, this scarf would look great with your navy blue and gold patterned outfit. What do you think?”

“Mr. Vittorio?” a woman’s voice called from behind the counter.

We both turned to see a young woman looking at Marco. Her name tag read “Camila,” and her hands gripped the edge of the counter, trembling slightly.

‘Do I know you?” Marco’s voice turned ice–cold; he had no recollection of ever meeting this woman.

Camila’s initially excited expression instantly dimmed, especially when she saw our fingers intertwined in such an intimate display, which filled her with burning jealousy.

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