Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 132: The Father He Never Had

Chapter 132: The Father He Never Had

Marcella’s heart skipped a beat.

Tony was the target?

She fisted her hands. She thought she couldn’t hate Paul Romano more. But if the commissioner is right, it gives the answer to a lot of questions.

Logan noticed Marcella getting second thoughts. "I’ll tell you more if you~"

"And what are you doing sitting on that information? Waiting for blackmailing me?" Marcella asked.

She was pissed. All the good information she gets is from people in law enforcement. Yet, not one has the guts to do what it takes to bring justice to her sister’s death. Everyone wants to dangle the truth in front of her like a carrot to make her dance to their tunes.

She knew this is how this world works. But it tired her.

"I’m not sure if I can trust you. So, if Olive Groove doesn’t want the interference of people like you, so be it!" she added.

Logan was not impressed with her answer. "When you immigrate to a country and pursue what that country offers, you will have to follow the law of the land and integrate. You cannot close off part of the country as yours~"

"Law?" Marcella scoffed. "If the law cannot bring justice for my sister, why should I respect the law? And don’t talk to me like I was not born here! For me, this is my homeland!"

"But Bambi, you are not understanding the nuances. If your people do not allow us access, do not blame us for extreme measures when the situation gets out of hand!" Logan said.

Marcella glared at Logan. No matter what, that was a threat. She said nothing and walked out.

That night, she talked to Tony about her meeting with the commissioner. Tony was rubbing his belly after the hearty meal. He hadn’t changed after returning and went straight to the dining table as he was hungry. She was glad she cooked his favorites that night.

A small smile lingered in the corner of his lips and the tension frown between his eyebrows had disappeared. She didn’t want to stress him again, but this was something important and he needed to know.

At least, he won’t go to bed hungry.

"He said you were your father’s real target that day," Marcella said.

She didn’t want to believe what Logan said but she had a big reason to believe it. The little nagging feeling in her heart doubting whether Paul Romano truly put his prized son’s life in jeopardy for whatever reason went away.

Her perception was cleared. Knowing Tony’s feelings for her, she knew Paul asked for her knowing Tony would interfere and put himself between her and her enemies.

It could be that Paul thought of disposing of the son who was an eyesore—the son he never accepted as his own.

But as she thought about it, another question arose.

Then, why was Mellissa kidnapped? It would have worked well if Paul managed to kidnap her first.

Unless... She, Mellissa, and Tony were the targets. Andrew was the one who was supposed to be alive. Andrew would have been devastated after the death of his wife and that would have offered Paul an opportunity to control all the assets, including that island.

What a piece of sh*t!

Marcella was in her thoughts when she noticed Tony’s smile waning. Her heart sank. She ran to his side and hugged him. She knew father’s love and how great that feeling was. Tony never got to enjoy a father’s love and now he’s learning that his father actively tried to have him harmed.

It must hurt.

"Don’t be sad, Tony. You have me," she squeezed him tightly and kissed his head. He was still sitting and she patted the back of his head. "I love you. We have Joey and we can have a lot of kids. You can be the father you never had."

He breathed on her chest and she didn’t let him go. She wanted to comfort him and let him know that she would do anything for him. She cared for his happiness.

Tony said nothing and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn’t know whether he was convinced or not. Suddenly, she felt Tony’s arm squeezing her tighter, and he stood up, lifting her.

"Tony!" She clung to his head. "What are you~"

"Watch your head," he said as he got to the bedroom door.

Marcella ducked before she got hit on the threshold of the door. "Tony!" Marcella shouted knowing what he was planning.

"What?" Tony asked placing her on the bed. "Aren’t we going to make a lot of babies?" He smirked raising one of his brows and leaned for a kiss.

Marcella covered her face with her hands. Was he ever sad?

Tony kissed her and she melted in his kiss. She got so hot in his embrace and lost herself in his kisses. Soon, the dark room was filled with her pleased moaning.

Tony kissed her as he released inside her. "That was great," he kissed her forehead wet with perspiration.

Marcella didn’t want to open her eyes and rolled on his chest. She didn’t want to get out of the high. She played with the hair on his chest.

"It’s snowing," Tony said rolling her hair around his finger.

"Snowing? How did you..." Marcella opened her eyes. "Is the curtain open?" she lifted her head.

The curtain was open!

Tony laughed as she hurried to close the curtain.

"Stop laughing! What if someone saw what we..." she covered her face and Tony could only laugh more.

"Then they’d have had a great show..." he laughed.

"You’re such a..."

Marcella hit him with a pillow. He pulled her down and got on top. "He’s still sleeping..." he said looking at the crib. "Well, that means..." he held her waist and Marcella giggled.

Her giggle was stopped by his kisses. They did the horizontal tango once more. When Tony finished with her, Marcella couldn’t stay awake. Not even wearing her clothes, she fell asleep.

Tony helped her wear his shirt. For some reason, she loved wearing his shirt. He loved to see her in his shirt too. His shirt would be just long enough to cover her hips; the shoulders would be drooping and his sleeves would be so long for her. She would look incredibly cute and he would want to eat her up when she looks that cute.

He snuggled with her under the duvet. He was delighted when she said that he would be a great father. He was not even thinking about not having a father but her words touched his heart.

It is great to be loved!