Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Alia POV

I wanted to stop her, but I was powerless to do so. No matter what excuse I came up with, it would be useless against Francesca.

So, the current situation was this: Marco was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and Francesca was in the back seat, looking around and touching everything. “You little brat, I told you that you hit the jackpot, and you still denied it. To think you stumbled upon a man who can afford such a luxury car- you must have done good deeds in your past life.”

I desperately wanted to tape Francesca’s mouth shut or even grab her and throw her out the car window.

But I couldn’t do anything too damaging to my image in front of Marco, so I had to force a smile at Francesca, though in my heart, I had already cursed that silly girl a thousand times over.

Several times, she caught my almost murderous glares, but Francesca ignored them and kept talking nonstop.

Sitting in the back seat, Francesca leaned forward slightly and asked, “Mr. Vittorio, you and Alia have been married for so long now. When are you planning to hold the wedding?”

Hearing Francesca’s question, I quickly answered before Marco could: “A wedding is just a formality. What does it matter if we hold one or not? Besides, I think things are fine as they are now.”

If Francesca hadn’t brought it up, I wouldn’t have even realized how long it had been since we registered our marriage. Marco had never mentioned holding a wedding, and I hadn’t thought about it either. So, I assumed Marco hadn’t considered it as well.

What I thought was exactly what she had just said–whether or not two people have a ceremony isn’t that important when it comes to marriage and living together.

Francesca got anxious as soon as she heard this: “Alia, are you out of your mind? If you don’t have a wedding and just quietly register your marriage, who the hell would know that you, Alia, are Marco’s wife? If one day he goes out and publicly acknowledges another woman, you’ll end up being labeled as the other woman.”

Back when I was engaged to Gabriel, it was because we hadn’t made it public that another woman was able to take the fiancée, betrayed by everyone.

Francesca bringing up the wedding now was her way of reminding me not to repeat the same mistake.

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“Fran, stop talking,” I said. Francesca knew me well, and I knew her just as well. I understood her intentions behind these words, but I didn’t want to bring the past into my current life. More importantly, I believed Marco wasn’t like Gabriel.

Marco, who had been quietly focusing on driving, suddenly spoke up: “Alia, I’m really sorry. I always thought marriage was just about registering, and I forgot how important a wedding is to a marriage. I’ll seriously consider the wedding from now on.”

Holding a wedding is common sense for most people when it comes to marriage, but for someone like Marco, who gets so busy with work that he loses track of time, it truly hadn’t crossed his mind.

If Francesca hadn’t mentioned it today, he wouldn’t have thought about using a wedding to let everyone know that I am his wife.

After Marco spoke, Francesca didn’t continue. She was just a bit upset, frustrated that I hadn’t learned my lesson. Wasn’t being hurt once enough?

As we neared her neighborhood, Francesca spoke again: “Mr. Vittorio, could you please pull over for a moment? I want to buy something at the convenience

store.”

‘Sure, Marco slowed down and pulled over.

Before the car had even fully stopped, Francesca said, “You little brat, my stomach feels unwell. Go to the convenience store and buy me a pack of that.

This was the only excuse she could use to get me out of the way. Francesca didn’t care how Marco might perceive her after all, she wasn’t his woman.

As soon as I stepped out, Francesca’s expression turned serious: Mr. Vittorio, can I have a serious talk with you for a moment?

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