Chapter 3: Love at First Sight
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Marco’s POV
Kimmie looked breathtaking in the blue dress I had chosen for her—elegant, flawless, and perfectly tailored to her radiant figure. It hugged her in all the right places, complementing her delicate features and enhancing the quiet beauty she carried so effortlessly.
It made me remember he first moment I saw her at a bar, it was her smile that captured me. Bright. Unguarded. Different.
And just by looking at her, I definitely knew that she wasn’t Italian.
To me, it felt like something out of a story… “love at first sight”. A feeling so sudden, so consuming, I had never experienced anything like it before. But one thing I knew with absolute certainty,
She was going to be mine.
I tapped one of my men standing behind me.
“I want to know everything about her,” I said quietly, keeping my gaze fixed in her direction without making it obvious.
He understood immediately. Within seconds, he had taken a discreet photo of her and placed a call.
Minutes later, the phone rang.
He answered, listened, then leaned toward me.
“Kimmie Woods. Twenty-five. Only child of a single mother. Works for an insurance company in New York. She’s here on a three-day business trip…”
“That will be all,” I cut in, my eyes never leaving her.
I leaned back slightly, studying her.
*How do I get her?*
Rising to my feet, I brushed off the invisible dust on my suit. My gaze flicked to the Rolex on my wrist. I adjusted my face cap and dark shades, ensuring my identity remained concealed, then began walking toward her.
“I’ll go alone,” I told one of my men.
“Okay, boss,” he replied, adjusting his earpiece.
As I approached, fate or coincidence played its hand. She was walking toward me, a glass of wine in her hand.
And then,
She bumped into me.
The impact wasn’t intentional. Her expression made that clear.
Before I could speak, she snapped,
“Can’t you see where you’re going? Or are you blind?”
I stood there… stunned.
“The least you could do is apologize after spilling this on my dress,” she added, trying to wipe off the stain, only making it worse.
“I—I really—”
“You… what?” she interrupted impatiently.
“I’m genuinely sorry, ma’am,” I said, lowering my head to keep my face hidden.
“You can save that for yourself.”
“Mtchewww,” she hissed, brushing past me and slightly pushing my shoulder aside.
I remained rooted to the spot.
*What just happened?*
From across the room, my security signaled, silently asking if I needed assistance. I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the direction she had disappeared.
My interest in her didn’t fade, it intensified.
Her audacity. Her boldness. Her fearlessness.
I had never seen anything like it.
If only she knew who I was.
Returning to my table, I took a sip of my wine, but my mind was elsewhere consumed entirely by her.
Her courage. Her defiance. Her effortless arrogance.
It fascinated me.
I stood abruptly and walked out of the bar.
I had to find her.
She couldn’t have gone far.
At this point, there was only one question left
How do I get her?
Whether she came willingly or not… that was irrelevant.
I smirked faintly.
“I am Marco Gevonese.”
“I get exactly what I want.”
I circled the building, scanning every corner. There was no sign of her.
Just as I was about to give up,
There she was.
Standing by a water fountain, admiring the artwork like a curious traveler. It was obvious—this was her first time in Italy.
Under the glow of the moonlight, she looked even more stunning. The soft shimmer reflected against her skin, illuminating her face like a work of art.
“What a beautiful woman.”
I walked toward her, my men trailing behind at a distance to avoid suspicion.
As I got closer, she still hadn’t noticed me. So I made my footsteps louder.
She turned.
“You again?” she said, her voice calm, yet laced with surprise.
I adjusted my cap, keeping my face hidden.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Then, with a hint of sarcasm, she added,
“My soul?”
“I want you to be mine,” I said.
The words dropped between us like a bomb.
Before she could react before she could even process it l turned and signaled one of my men.
He moved swiftly, pulling out a handkerchief and pressing it over her nose.
Within seconds, her body went limp.
“Take her to the car,” I ordered.
He carried her effortlessly.
“Lay her down carefully,” I added.
“Yes, boss.”
I got into the car, and we drove off toward my villa.
As she lay unconscious beside me, I couldn’t stop looking at her. A strand of hair fell across her face. Gently, I brushed it back into place, my fingers lingering for a moment.
It felt… unreal.
“Was this truly love at first sight”
I didn’t know.
But I wanted to see her reaction when she woke up, when she realized who I was.
When we arrived, I carried her myself, straight to one of the guest rooms upstairs.
I laid her gently on the bed and rang the bell.
Within moments, three maids entered.
“Change her into something comfortable,” I instructed. “I don’t want her waking up tired or stressed.”
They exchanged surprised glances.
I ignored it.
“Have I made myself clear?” I asked sharply.
“Yes, boss.”
“Good.”
I left the room.
An hour later, well past midnight, I returned. She was still asleep, peaceful, undisturbed.
I left again, deciding to let her rest.
By 7 a.m., after getting ready for work, I went back before heading to my office on the top floor.
I opened the door quietly.
She was still asleep.
Sunlight streamed through the window, resting softly on her face. I stepped closer, unable to resist admiring her once again.
She shifted slightly.
Instinctively, I turned away, facing the window almost as if I had been caught doing something forbidden.
Moments later, she stirred awake.
Yawning softly, she sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room, confusion written all over her face.
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