Mafia King’s Innocent Bride

VINCENT’S POV

I parked my car in front of Lance’s house. Sophie made me promise yesterday that I should talk to him and our parents about our wedding. That’s why here I am.

“G-Good evening, S-Sir Vincent…” one of his maids greeted me.

“Where’s Lance?”

“He’s inside his library, Sir.”

I nodded as I entered his mansion. I went straight to his library and there I saw him drinking whisky alone.

“May I join you?”

He shifted his gaze at me and furrowed my brows upon seeing me. He looked surprised, but then he just shrugged and beckoned me to sit on the chair next to him. Since there was only one glass there on the table, I just drank the whiskey directly from its bottle.

“Want to play chess?” I got surprised when he asked me.

“Sure.”

He then stood up and brought his chessboard as he sat back in his chair again.

“What should we make a bet on?” I asked him when I was finally done arranging the pieces.

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My brows furrowed. “What?”

“The winner will have Sophie. The loser couldn’t do anything about it.”

I stared at him for a while before I spoke. “I won’t let you win.”

We started the game with both of us paying so much attention to one another’s moves. Of course, I couldn’t let him win.

***

“You’ve improved so much,” He commented when our match finally ended.

I leaned on my chair and looked at him. “Looks like I’m better than you now. You can’t have Sophie.”

He laughed. “Even if I win, Sophie will forever be yours, anyway. You’re the one that she loves.”

Silence captivated both of us for a while.

“You know what, V? I can still remember those days when we used to play chess and I always win against you. Those days when we used to be always with each other, then I’ll help you with your assignments. We’ll play basketball together, and that’s the only time you can win against me.”

“You were never good at sports because all you keep on doing is study, which I hated doing the most,” I said.

“I’m so sorry, V.”

I looked at him. “For what?”

“For not being able to be a good big brother to you. For not being able to protect you and defend you from mom and dad all the time.”

“Lance, you know I was always envious of you. You get all the attention from our parents, from all the girls that I’ve loved before. I was so envious of you because you could always easily get whatever you want. I’ve always wanted to be in your place, to be the smart one, to be able to at least know what it feels like when your parents are proud of you. But you know what? Even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t get so mad at you. Because you are the only one who never made me feel inferior. You are the only one who compliments me whenever I do something right. You were the only one who appreciated me. So why are you talking like that? You never owed me an apology.”

He smiled, then he suddenly pats my head. “I’m so proud of you, V. You’ve really grown up a lot now.”

“Tsh.”

We drank some more whiskey before I finally spoke again.

“By the way, in case you want to go. Sophie and I are planning to get married again.”

“Really? But you haven’t divorced yet, right?”

“That was a fake marriage.”

He laughed, then he got up. “And why would I attend the wedding of my younger brother and the woman who dumped me?”

“To prove that I’m more handsome than you?”

“You, smug.” he said, then he threw one of the chess pieces at me and we both laughed.