Mafia King’s Innocent Bride

Sophie’s POV

“This is really delicious, did you make it by yourself, Sophie?” Vincent asked me when he finally tasted the bruschetta that Monica made by herself with my small assistance.

“Actually, I was the one who made it.” said Monica.

Vincent looked at her. “Really? That’s why it tasted so good! Your recipe never really changed.”

“Oh, you king of compliment man. If there’s someone who never changed here, it’s probably you. You’re still good at complimenting me.”

“Because it’s true, right, Sophie?” Vincent suddenly looked at me.

“H-Huh?”

“Did you taste it too? Try it, it tastes super good.”

I forced a smile on my face. “Y-Yeah, it tastes really good…”

“See? Even Sophie liked it.”

I just watched them have a good time with each other while I was feeling like an outcast once more. Whenever I see Vincent looking so happy with Monica, I can’t help but really think that he still loves her. He never really smiles at me, I mean, he does but in a teasing way but when he’s with Monica, his smile is different. It’s more genuine, and it looks like real happiness.

“I will just go upstairs,” I said as I stood up.

I was about to leave both of them, but then Vincent held my hand so I looked at him.

“Don’t leave, Sophie. Just stay here with us.”

“But—

“Please.”

I glanced at Monica and heaved a sigh before I finally sat down again.

I guess I have no choice.

“Do you still remember those times when I used to make bruschetta for you? You always go to our house just so you could some of the ones that I make. During your thirteenth birthday, I even made a huge bruschetta for you and you were so happy. You were so happy that you didn’t even give some to your brother.” Monica was laughing and so Vincent laughed with her.

“Because that was my birthday and your gift to me, there’s no way I would give him some when he already has you.”

Relax, Sophie.

Just pretend as if you’re not jealous of her.

I just drank some juice while looking around the living room, trying to entertain myself.

“Sophie is also good at cooking, maybe you can also teach her some of your recipes. I swear, she’s worth teaching because she learns easily.” Vincent was looking at me while he was saying that and I could sense that he was talking about a different thing.

My face blushed.

“Sure, I’ll go here more often so that I could teach her my recipes.”

“That’s right.” Vincent just replied.

***

“Monica really cooks well, am I right?” Vincent asked me as soon as Monica left.

I just nodded without looking at him. “Y-You’re right. Maybe that’s also the reason why you loved her.”

“Right, that’s the reason why I loved her, and aside from that, she’s a sophisticated one.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I see.”

“And you’re jealous about that, am I right?”

My eyes widened. “W-What?”

“It’s so obvious, you even planned on running away again when you saw us having so much fun.”

“O-Of course not.”

“You can always deny it Sophie, but your eyes never lie.”

I averted my gaze. “I’m not jealous, okay? I’m not jealous of her. There’s no way I would get jealous over someone from your past.”

“That’s good then. I don’t want you to get jealous of her. I know Monica since we were just kids and she is so important to me. You need to remember that, Sophie.” he said to me, then he began walking upstairs.

I followed him with my eyes.

Did he just tell me to know my place?

She’s so important to him, then what about me?

Don’t I have the right to get jealous as his wife?

Oh well, after all, I’m just a girl that he forced to marry him.

His first love will always be the best for him.

Monica will always be the one for him.