His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel 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, 1 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.

No.

“Yes.

That was the only word to be said for Aria to close the small gap between us, connecting our lips.

The kiss was desperate, hungry, like she needed to prove something-and maybe she did.

I felt nothing.

No love, no desire-nothing.

This had 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 much did I despise her for her to disgust me like this?

“Vincenzo Morales.” Aria pulled away, giggling with her hand resting on my cheek. “I like the sound of that.”

Like the sound of that?

Was she being serious?

“Don’t forget—it’s Garcia-Morales.” I raised my brows, hChapter 370

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Dazed, 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 I was wearing.

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

I 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 was vital.

“You look handsome.” Aunt Nora stood behind me, holding me by my shoulders. She was uncle Bruno’s wife, and by her soft personality, one wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Thank you.” 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 how brave I was for saving the Garcias.

“I’m still pissed at you, but I admire you for doing the right thing.” Bruno slapped my chest, referring to the bakery situation.

Word had traveled fast within the business, but Oscar Morales had not said a word. It wasn’t hard to figure out that my soon-to-be wife had vouched for me and protected me from her father.

Did I feel bad?

No, why should I?

If she hadn’t gone around using my name to scare our partners, I wouldn’t have had to clean up her mess.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to Aria ever since and wished everything would go smoothly. Uncle knew what 1 wanted because I had made it clear. No traditions, no extra stuff-just the vows.

At first, 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 an option.

Letting them decide for me would make me appear weak and incapable of making my own decisions. Like Aria

That ultimately pushed her to use my name without thinking of any consequences.

As if things couldn’t get worse, one of dad’s old associates-Nico Flores, handed me a key to the secret basement of the Garcia Factory.

Throughout my childhood, I remember that floor was strictly forbidden, and now I had one of dad’s old associates telling me to take the key because he was moving out of the country and didn’t want anything to do with it.

Fabio Garcia was a twisted man. Who knew what he was hiding back there?

Would it be worse than me having to marry Aria?

“Beau, tell me I’m making a mistake.” I beckoned my friend, who disagreed with the marriage. His

disliking of Aria was intense, but our friendship was stronger, and that’s why he was here to support me as my groomsman.

“You’re making a mistake.” Beau nodded, raising his brows. “Right, Christian?”

Displeased, Christian slammed his fist against Beau’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to him!” He said. “You’re doing the right thing, and I’m happy for you.”