Chapter 10

Valentina's POV

Living married life - it's very different. Especially when you're married to Luca Marino. The guy is very difficult, he is a total pain in the ass, but there's no point sulking about it because I know he won't change unless he wants himself to.

I can't make the guy change. Luca is difficult. When I talk to him he's very straightforward. No chit-chat with him unless we're arguing. He just gives one answer or he acts as if I'm not there. It's sort of weird.

We're married to each other, we're living together and that was all his decision. He was the one who made this happen. I don't understand why he is just trying to avoid me.

I go downstairs for breakfast - alone. Luca is pretty much always working. The guy is a total workaholic. I go into the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. As I am drinking my coffee, I go through the latest news on my phone.

Luca got me a new phone. It's the latest iPhone. He didn't have to but he insisted. It's rose gold, which is so beautiful. I've always loved that color and I think that it was nice of Luca to buy the phone for me.

As I'm scrolling down on a celebrity news sight, I see a photo of me and Luca. There are a few photos of us on our wedding day. I click on the screen and let's see what they have written. I read it and I instantly felt disgusted. All it is about is how much Luca spent on the wedding, it's about how beautiful and expensive my dress is. There's nothing wrong with talking about that, but I feel like all people care about money.

Money changes people in so many different ways, it does. Of course, everyone wants to have a lot of money, clothes, and other nice things, but in the tabloids they make it seem as if, if you have money, you have no other life problems. What bull crap, Luca is a billionaire. He is so rich, and handsome - people think he has everything, but I can see that he doesn't have happiness.

Today I am going to be having dinner at Luca's dad's house. Emma is also going to be there, which is very exciting. At the wedding, I talked to her and she's just a little bundle of sunshine. She is very smart and funny. I think it's going to be nice to meet her again.

My mum and dad have called me several times to check up on me, they're so deeply upset and they miss me. I miss them a lot too, especially my mum.

I've always had a great relationship with my mum, we've always been very close to each other. From a young age, I'd always looked up to her; she's very smart, pretty, and very strong-minded. We would always go shopping together and to the park to have talks about random things. She would always make me laugh. I miss those times.

I heard the door being opened. I looked back and I saw Luca standing there. "Hey," I said to him and he sighed deeply. I am guessing he isn't in a great mood...

"Sorry." He mumbles, "Just stressed." He frowns, sits down on a chair, and then furrows his eyebrows. I sit down next to him and anxiously bite my lips and fiddle with my fingers.

"What's wrong?" I asked him with the hope that he would just give me a blank wall.

Luca shrugs his shoulders and then looks at me, "None of your business." He mutters and then he gets up and walks off.

Well, that didn't go well.

I take a deep breath, God, Luca is frustrating and rude. I don't know how I am going to get through to him. I still can't believe I am married to him. It's insane.

I followed Luca upstairs and shouted, "Wait up." He looked back at me and rolled his eyes at me. Flip's sake, I haven't even done anything to him, does he have to be such a pr*ck?

"What?" He asks with an annoyed tone, "I am busy and we have had that stupid dinner, my dad." I walk over to him and pinch the bridge of my nose. The guy is difficult.

"I just want to talk." I said to him honestly, "What's wrong? Tell me, maybe I can help."

"I don't need anyone's help." He grumbles as he turns around and then walks off.

Agh, why the hell does he have to be like this? He should be happy. I am being nice to him. I know that maybe he doesn't want my help, but he always snaps at me and it isn't nice. It does ruin my mood and ruin my day. I am married to a guy. What else am I supposed to do when I am a freaking prisoner in this marriage rather than an actual wife!

"I wish you'd just open up to me," I mutter sadly and then I walk off. I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I just stare at the white walls for a while and sulk. How can I live my life like this? I just want to help Luca, that's all. I feel so useless doing absolutely nothing.

I want to be someone. I want to be someone who has made a difference in this world. I want to put a smile on people's faces.