Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

•AURORA’S POV•

The car came to a halt in front of the huge black gate which was guarded by four sturdy men draped in black suits who wore black sunglasses that covered their eyes from view.

One of them walked to the limousine and spoke to the driver, but didn’t get to hear them cause we were seats away from the driver seat. Soon after that, the big black gate was opened and we went through it.

I won’t even lie the house looked amazing and exactly what Papa showed me. The car parked close to the entrance of the house and we all stepped out of the car. The girls were all so excited about the house. Our house was huge as well don’t get me wrong, but this house was only what I got to see when I read the books Mama left behind. In one word, MAGNIFICENT. Befitting to the Rocco’s.

“Welcome to the Rocco’s estate,” a young man who looked just my age with a thick Italian accent said.

“Thank you” flashing him the best of my best smiles.

We all went into the house and I was almost gaping! It was beautiful and the decorations and everything were literally out of this world. Red curtains draped the pastel-colored walls with white marble tables which I could see my reflection and a huge chandelier that had lit candles hooked in the spaces made for it in the chandelier. The young who was our guide led us through the rooms while telling us about the house.

The house had a living room do each floor, with the ground floor having two rooms that currently weren’t in use and a kitchen where food was made separately for the workers who lived in the house. The second and third floors had a kitchen and 4 rooms each on both floors. The third floor had office space too where my fiancé was when I and my family came in.

We were having dinner downstairs at the big family dinner table which was laid out with clean silverware and plain white plates that shone like it was polished out to perfection.

“Miss Marco please be seated, the rest of the family will join you shortly,” he told me with his hands in front of me motioning me to my seat which was the first seat next in my row, next to the seat at the head of the table which I guessed was for my soon to be. We took our seats with Lucia sitting right next to me.

“What do you think he looks like?” Lucia asked

“Lucia I wouldn’t know,if I did I’m sure you would also know what he looked like as well. But I hope he’s as good-looking as Aunt Lia says, I wouldn’t want to be married to an ugly Person” I said with a chuckle.

Lucia turned to join in the conversation Aunt Lia’s twin daughters were having. The three girls were of the same age, age 13, and they had been playmates since they were toddlers. Seeing them play chatter away at that moment gave me a bit of peace about leaving her alone. At least she has her cousins to give her a bit of comfort and company.

My mind drifted to last night in Papa’s office when he called me in for a light prep talk. “Remember, you are doing this for the family and our empire. Your place is behind your husband, you are to submit to him and care for his every need. Most importantly, GIVE HIM AN HEIR! A son in this marriage will seal off this marriage agreement and give our empire a second chance in the society” he had given me all of these instructions like I was just an item to him which he was using to get what he wants and not a daughter he treasures.

“Miss Marco”, the young man who led us in rang behind me taking out of my train of thought and he was in front of me within a second.”Sir Rocco wishes to speak to you in his office”

I nodded back at him and glanced at my sister and cousins who didn’t notice I was leaving briefly.

I stood up to join him up the stairs leading to the third floor of the house where his office was situated. The butler knocked twice and waited for a few seconds before knocking thrice.

“Venire” (Come in) a low husky voice said in Italian.

The butler opened the door and let me in before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

“È qui Signor Rocco” (she is here Sir Rocco) the butler said standing in front of me facing the large table that demarcated us from the sturdy-looking figure who stood facing the window in the large office holding a glass of what seemed like rum. He raised his right hand as a signal to the butler to leave and he did almost immediately.

He turned to face me and I was left speechless, I could swear I was drooling at that very moment. Blue eyes met my emerald green ones with a daring expression that made me wonder what he thought of me at that very moment. This man was a literal Greek God and I was swooning. 6’3 fts with a very broad shoulder that outstretched his shirt which was rolled up to reveal his bulky arms. Wow! I thought, no wonder Dad never showed me his pictures, would have married him sooner just his looks.

“I believe your family is comfortable downstairs Miss,” he said as he took a few steps from behind the table in my direction. I nodded in response to his question wiping off the swoon-worthy expression I had on my face before he caught on to it.

“Nice meeting you Aurora, my name is Matteo Rocco and I believe you can speak, I preferred being responded to not a NOD” his condescending tone took me off guard and I was then again reminded of why I would have to hate this man and this marriage.

“A minute ago I would have introduced myself as well but your condescending attitude doesn’t warrant a warm introduction. May I know why you want to see me, Mr Rocco?”