Page 106 of In Ruins
No one even knows who she is, and if no one does, then it can’t be true.
Imagine being THAT girl! The girl who is married to Enzo freaking Andretti!! *cries*
She’s one lucky bitch.
And some just made me feel like shit…
He could’ve had anyone famous!
He’s been seen with models and actresses, and he picks a literal nobody?
I hate that bitch!
There’s got to be a reason. This just feels off.
Maybe she got him drunk and married him?
Whoever she is, she doesn’t deserve him.
I hate to admit that I read those comments for longer than I should have. Damn, online trolls were brutal.
I’ve never had an experience like this before. There was an endless stream of speculation, strangers picking apart our lives that they knew nothing about. People hate me for marrying the man I love.
I was only exposed to our world, and everyone in it already knows who is who. But dealing with the outside world is completely different. I mean, I kind of knew the Andretti’slegitimate businesses were big, but I didn’t realize the attention they would get from the regular world, you know? All this was news to me.
It was just so freaking wild. I’d think I was being pranked or something if I didn’t know any better. Anyway, that’s how Enzo found me when he came home.
“Don’t read any of that shit, baby. It’s all trash anyway,” he said as he held me in his arms while we cuddled up on the couch.
“You didn’t tell me I’d upset all the women by getting hitched to you, Mr. Billionaire hottie,” I joke.
“I don’t care. I didn’t even see any of them before you. You’re all that matters to me. You and our little girl. Besides, you can go on record and tell them that I’m the one who hunted you down,” he smirks.
“Yeah, I’m not telling anyone you kidnapped me. Though the book girlies would probably love you more for that,” I laugh, because I’m basing that off some of the comments I read.
“What can I say? I can’t help it that I’m so hot.”
“Your ego is already too big, and these women are just stroking it more,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“Don’t forget, at the end of the day, you’re the only one who gets to ride this big pierced cock, babe.” He winks.
“Mmm, damn right!” I murmur, possessiveness in my words.
Even though the day started in chaos, ending it by cuddling up next to him made it all better.
“I love you,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“I love you too,” I tell him, content.
“Baby? Are you done?”Enzo asks, walking into the room just as I’m coming out of the closet. He stops in his tracks, his eyes roaming over my body from head to toe. “Fuck! You are perfection in that dress, my love.”
“Thank you,” I say, blushing at his compliment. I shouldn’t be shy, because the man has been complimenting me and building up my confidence every single day.
For tonight’s reception, I’m wearing an elegant ivory-style satin gown. It’s a strapless, off-the-shoulder design with a beautifully structured bodice that hugs my body but also shows off my round belly in all its glory. It flares out from my hip, down.
The sweetheart neckline is made with a folded band of fabric that sweeps across my chest, like a soft bow, adding volume to the dress. What truly elevates the dress and makes it stand out even more is the detachable overskirt made from the same satin material.
Enzo’s mom sent the dress over, and I truly have fallen in love with it. It definitely feels like a timeless piece that fits me perfectly.
