Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 69: First Love

Chapter 69: First Love

Marcella wiped the corner of her eyes as she came to her senses. There were standing on the sidewalk, and she cannot cause a scene.

"I’ll walk home... alone," she said, putting her hands inside her coat pockets as she walked with a larger gait.

Tony fisted his hands and walked back. He needed to find out who dared to lay a finger on her. He can relax only after he dismembered him piece by piece and pickle his flesh.

He was about to catch a cab when he noticed a guy hiding in the shadows. She might have been right that the danger around her has not increased. He was about to storm at that guy, but Stanley got to that guy first.

Tony nodded at Stanley and turned. He cannot let her walk alone tonight.

She had already walked a lot of distance. She must walk really fast when she’s angry. He caught up with her and walked behind her, staring at her back.

No one else followed them, or he might have missed them because he was immersed in the play enacted by her slender waist. She was wearing heels and as she walked her hips swayed like a ballet performance. Her skirt had a nice flow and swayed side by side to gently graze the sides of her knees. Her coat was just the right length as her skirt and it acted as a fence for her skirt.

Oh, how he wished to be the pantyhose that was hugging her legs...

It looked flimsy. He wondered how strong it would be against his fingers. How much strength is needed to tear it off? Once it is torn off, then he’d have access to...her.

He wetted his lips as his blood warmed. He needs some control over his thoughts. Otherwise...

He didn’t want to be the guy who ends up forcing his wife. If he can’t even seduce his wife, what kind of man he would be?

Tonight was so perfect. She was happy and now... He didn’t like that at all.

He thought she would appreciate that the gang was still there waiting for her commands. But she’s still not ready to take over. What can he do?

He was sad but walking behind her, he found this moment so familiar. In the past, he would walk behind her. He always had a place beside her but he chose not to walk by her side.

He practically grew up in her house. He went back to his house only for sleeping. Other times, they were always together. Although Mellissa was just a year older than him, he found Marcella to be a better company than Mellissa. Mellissa didn’t like him that much but she never poked her nose in his affairs. Mellissa was a lady through and through.

As they went to the same school and they carpooled together, everyone assumed that he was their brother. He was not bothered by it until they went to middle school. But later in middle school, it bothered him so much whenever people assumed he was her brother.

He started getting this insane protective instinct toward her. He didn’t like it when she smiled at anyone else but him. He couldn’t bear it when he couldn’t see her face for more than a day. He would feel like dying if she didn’t smile back.

He couldn’t understand why. Marcella... she was always boyish and people called her names. He would always get back at those guys. Marcella called it Karma getting back at them, not knowing he was Karma.

He thought he was being her brother. He remembered thinking then that if he becomes her brother then he’d be able to protect her for the rest of his life. He thought becoming the heir of the DeAngelo kingdom would give him the power to do so.

He still remembered the day he sat in Don DeAngelo’s chair. Sitting on the chair, he imagined himself to be Don DeAngelo. He picked one of his cigars and pretending to take a puff, he thought of the ways he would handle the ones who bully his precious Marcella.

He even ordered around his invisible "henchmen" to handle the ones who even looked at Marcella sideways.

He was around fourteen then and he didn’t think how brazen he was. He was treated that well in Don DeAngelo’s house and he didn’t even think twice before sitting on the don’s chair. Even now he gets chills thinking how insolent his act was.

Even when Don DeAngelo walked inside the room, he didn’t bother to stand up. He was that comfortable. He hid the cigar though. Don didn’t like it when others touch his stuff.

Don didn’t get angry at him. He chuckled and leaned on the table in front of him. He was eating roasted peanuts and he offered him some. His shameless ass got those peanuts and ate them in front of him too.

Ugh! The cringe when he thinks about it...

Don asked what he was doing sitting there. He puffed his chest which just had its first chest hair sprouted out, and spoke with his cracking voice, with no sense of danger or fear for that lion of a man in front of him.

"I’m going to be Marcella’s protector after you and I want this seat."

Don DeAngelo stared at him for a minute before bursting out in laughter. He called his wife and told her exactly what he said. Seeing the panic on her face, he wondered if he might have spoken something wrong.

When he told his grandmother what happened that day, his grandmother gave him the thrashing of his life. His grandmother usually never even raises her voice at him much. That was the first time she raised her hand against him. She asked him not to talk like that.

No one explained to him why he was wrong. But he couldn’t even face her. Even the sight of her did something to him. She had a pleasant scent to her that made him feel weird. He couldn’t bear to be near her.

The summer before their high school, he started placing a distance between them. It was not deliberate but he could feel the invisible wall between them. They were still talking like usual. But they stopped touching each other much.

She always wrestled with the other men in their house. It was normal that she wrestled with him too. But he couldn’t bear touching her anymore, not even for a game. No one asked him to stay away from her. But he did anyway.

During high school, he avoided her as he didn’t want to be misunderstood as her brother. He for sure knew that the feelings he had for her were not brotherly.

He’s been getting dreams. Dreams where she and he...

For the first time, he got conscious of who he was.

He was an orphan and in no way suitable for a princess like Marcella.

No one told him but he knew. He cannot get her. He was not suitable for her.