A Love Written in Silence - Vegas Pete

Chapter - 9

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Chan held up a hand, his expression calm but firm. "I know it's sudden, son. And I'm not forcing you into anything. I just want you to think about it. This could be a good opportunity for you to settle down with someone who can take care of you."

Pete swallowed. He had never seriously thought about marriage. His life revolved around his pastry shop, his home, and the things that made him happy. Wasn't that enough?

He looked down, his fingers fidgeting. "I... I never really thought about it."

Chan smiled. "I know. That's why I want you to think about it. A friend of mine proposed a marriage between you and his son."

Pete furrowed his brows. "Your friend's son?"

Chan's smile held something knowing, something unreadable. "Yes. The one you fed my curry at the office. His son."

Chan reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. He handed it to Pete, his eyes watching his son's reaction carefully.

Pete took the photo, his hands trembling slightly. When he looked down, his breath caught in his throat.

It was him.

The Alpha from the pastry shop. The one who had stared at him with those piercing eyes, making Pete feel like the world had stopped. The one who had been on his mind all day.

Pete's heart raced as he stared at the photo. Vegas looked even more striking in the picture, his sharp features and confident posture radiating power and dominance. But there was something else in his expression-something guarded, almost lonely.

"This... this is him?" Pete asked, his voice shaky.

Chan nodded. "Yes. His name is Vegas Theerapanyakul. His father and I have been friends for years. Pete. He's strong enough, capable, and from a respected family."

Pete's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Vegas. The Alpha who had made his heart race with just a look. The one who had left him feeling flustered and breathless. And now... his father was suggesting they get married?

"Papa, I..." Pete started, but he didn't know what to say.

Chan placed a hand on Pete's shoulder again, his touch grounding. "I'm not pressuring you, Pete. This is your decision. I just want you to think about it. Take your time. If you're not ready, or if you don't feel a connection, that's okay. I'll support whatever you decide."

Pete looked up at his father, his eyes wide and uncertain. "You really mean that?"

Chan smiled warmly. "Of course, Pete. You're my son. Your happiness is all that matters to me."

Pete nodded slowly, his mind still reeling. "Okay... I'll think about it."

Chan stood up, giving Pete's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's all I ask. Get some rest, okay? You've had a long day."

As Chan left the room, Pete sat there, staring at the photo of Vegas. His heart was a mess of emotions-confusion, curiosity, and something else he couldn't quite name. He didn't know what to think, what to feel. But one thing was certain: his life was about to change in ways he never expected.

And as he lay down that night, the photo still in his hand, Pete couldn't help but wonder what the future held.

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That same night, in the quiet solitude of the main family’s bodyguard quarters, Porsche sat alone in his small room. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows on the walls, mirroring the heavy thoughts swirling in his mind. He leaned back against the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The conversation with Vegas earlier that evening replayed in his head like a broken record.

“My father wants me to get married.”

Those words had hit Porsche like a punch to the gut. He had tried to play it cool, to act like it didn’t bother him, but the truth was, it did. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

Porsche sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew this day would come eventually. Vegas was the heir to the minor family, after all. His father, Gun Theerapanyakul, was a powerful man with high expectations. And Porsche? He was just a bodyguard for the main family. A nobody in the eyes of someone like Gun.

The difference between them was like night and day. Vegas was born into power, wealth, and influence. Porsche had fought for everything he had, scraping by to provide for his younger brother, Chay. Their worlds were so different, and no matter how much they cared for each other, Porsche knew the reality of their situation.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. He hated feeling this way—helpless, like no matter what he did, he couldn’t change the circumstances. Vegas loved him, he knew that. But love wasn’t always enough, especially in a world where status and family name meant everything.

Porsche’s mind drifted back to the way Vegas had looked at him earlier, the intensity in his eyes when he said, “I’m not going to marry anyone other than you.” It had made Porsche’s heart ache, because as much as he wanted to believe it, he knew the truth. Vegas could fight all he wanted, but in the end, his father’s word was law.

“Damn it,” Porsche muttered under his breath, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. He felt trapped, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the ground crumble beneath his feet.

He thought about Vegas—his sharp wit, his confident smirk, the way he could make Porsche feel like the most important person in the room with just a look. Vegas was everything to him. But the thought of losing him, of watching him walk away to fulfill some arranged marriage, was unbearable.

Porsche’s chest tightened, a lump forming in his throat. He hated feeling this vulnerable, this powerless. He was used to being the strong one, the protector. But this? This was something he couldn’t fight, no matter how hard he tried.

He glanced at his phone, sitting silently on the nightstand. Part of him wanted to call Vegas, to hear his voice, to feel that connection that always grounded him. But another part of him held back. What would he even say? “I’m scared of losing you?” It felt too raw, too real.

Instead, Porsche lay back down, staring at the ceiling again. He thought about the future, about what it would mean if Vegas went through with the marriage. Would they still be able to see each other? Would Vegas’s father force him to cut ties completely? The thought made Porsche’s stomach churn.

He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew louder. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, suffocating and relentless. He felt like he was drowning, unable to catch his breath.

But amidst the chaos in his mind, one thought stood out clear and unwavering: he loved Vegas.

Porsche took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn’t change the circumstances, but he could control how he faced them. He would stand by Vegas, no matter what. Even if it hurts. Even if it meant letting him go.

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