Page 13 of Her Overprotective Fiance

"We all did." Giancarlo pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Buona notte, nonna.E grazie. Per tutto." Good night. And thank you. For everything.

Potenziana watched the door close behind her grandson. A part of her was still uneasy and quite tempted to take her word back. Sarica was not her first choice of bride for Giancarlo—-and would never be so. But because Giancarlo hadneverasked her for anything except this—-

She had not been able to help it.

Even though she could not understand his reason, and she had warned him repeatedly that Esteban was as traitorous as they came—-

He had made his intentions clear, and so in the end, she had given him her blessing.

This was theonlytime Giancarlo had asked something for himself.

How could she say anything else but 'yes' when he told her he wanted fifteen-year-old Sarica Nuñez as his future bride?

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IT'S ALMOST ONE INthe morning when I hear footsteps outside my bedroom. I know it can only be one person, and I don't even wait for someone to knock.

I throw the door open and find myself at eye level with a man's ridiculously broad chest.

Tall.

"Hello, Sarica."

The sound of his voice is a lot gentler than I expected.

Familiar, too.

And that's when it hits me.

Sei al sicuro.

The voice that I thought I had only imagined.

That washim.

I finally muster the courage to look up and find myself already the object of his gaze.

You can't exist in our world andnotknow what Giancarlo Marchetti looks like. He's strikingly attractive but in a way that'snotvillainous. His presence is commanding, but he doesn't have the same dangerous aura that other powerful mafia billionaires exude.

I guess that's why most people in our world either love him or hate him. You just don't know where one stands with him, and—-oh!

Something catches my eye, and my tactlessness strikes again.

"You have silver hair!"

The words are out before I even realize what I'm saying.

Shit!

I'm already rearing back and expecting the worst. A backhanded slap is my father's favorite way of instilling "discipline", and that's when he's being nice. Other times, he'd shove me to the floor and kick me—-

Oh.

Is that it?

Really?

I blink.

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