Chapter 5

Hygge

(n.) a feeling of warmth and coziness as you enjoy life’s simplest pleasures.

Willow’s POV

We were at Diego's private airport as he spoke to his captain. We were going to Positano, and I was so excited, who would not be? I have never been there before and it felt good when my mother-in-law gave me the tickets and told Diego to go with me. She said if Diego does not go then she would make it her mission that he gives her grandchildren. Of course, he didn't want that, and I didn't want that either.

She also does not know that Diego bought me from my mom, and he only married me because he wanted to make her last days on earth the happiest. She had been on his neck about getting married which is why he bought me from mom. She was diagnosed with lung cancer two months back and refused treatment and it got spread to her brain until she told Diego three weeks back.

They were not on speaking terms, and she didn’t want to stress him out after she reminded him of his father. Scared of opening more wounds.

“Are you excited?” I asked Diego who shrugged and got back to his phone. He had not said a word to me since we left the house.

“Diego baby,” I looked up and found Diego's girlfriend. They had been together for more than a year but if you ask me, I could tell you that they are more of s*x buddies than lovers. If they loved each other then they would be married, and he wouldn’t have to buy someone to marry him.

“Give him time to breathe,” her friend said walking inside the jet with her boyfriend who is Diego's third man. The second in command, Darius, had to stay back and watch over everything. And Bradley had to watch Diego for the trip. Some men were in Positano already, checking the rooms and making sure there are no traps whatsoever.

I plugged in my earphones and listened to music, ignoring the couples with me.

I was still excited to go on vacation like I had asked my family, but they only thought the worst things for me.

A few hours later we landed, and I loved the way the cold breeze felt on my skin. I loved the joy I had when my feet touched the new paving. It felt like I was dreaming. I was about to pull my bag when Bradley took it and pulled it for me. His girlfriend grabbed my bag and threw it on the ground. I sighed and picked it up before wheeling it to the car.

“Sorry Willow, the car is for four people only, your car will be here in an hour,” Diego's girlfriend said and I rolled my eyes.

I had waited for one hour and a half before the car got there and a man helped me inside before taking me to where Diego and his team were.

“Are you excited to be here?” the man asked and I smiled nodding my head. “You do look happy. I am sorry to keep you waiting, I had to refill the fuel. My name is Jace,” he said apologetically, and I smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Jace. This looks like a very nice place.”

“It is, especially since you came with the Don, you can have loads of shopping,” I looked at his eyes through the mirror and he stared back at me.

“He brought his girlfriend.”

“Then I will take you shopping,” I laughed and he gave me an innocent look. What he said didn’t even make sense.

“I am someone's wife.”

“Someone can’t take care of his wife,” he said and I giggled. He does have his way with words.

“And you want to take over someone’s responsibilities?” I asked and he chuckled shrugging.

“If someone does not know how to take care of them himself, and for a pretty lady like you, yes I would,” I rolled my eyes playfully as he pulled over in front of a beach house.

“Why are we here?” I asked as he opened my car door.

“This is where you and your husband and your friends will be staying for the next two weeks,” I smiled as he got my bag from the trunk and wheeled it inside.

Ismiled when I had a glimpse of the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. Everything looked so perfect, so white. The dining room consisted of a U-shaped couch with a small table in the center of it, a small tv in front, and glass doors showing the beach. The kitchen had a wooden island surrounded by white chairs. Then on the further end, there was a stove and the dishwashing machine on the left, just behind the couch there was another table with six chairs. The glass door led to what looked like a balcony. On the left side of the door, there was a grilling machine, there were two beach chairs and, on the right, there were four chairs with a small table in the middle.

“This place is lovely,” I said looking at the people on the beach, everyone looked happy. And I wished to be part of the happiness.

“Wait till you see the master’s bedroom.”

And he was telling the truth. The master bedroom had a huge bed in the middle of the room, and a chair next to it. It also had glass doors that showed the entire city, just out of the room there were other beach chairs and small ones just on the right. The master bathroom had a huge bathtub that could fit more than four people with the shower just as huge, the mirrors were clean and shiny. The cabinets were filled with toiletries. And there were huge doors that led into a walk-in closet that had swimsuits already.

“This is perfection,” I told him, and he smiled at me, nodding his head in agreement.

“Why are you in here?” Diego's girlfriend asked and I turned to her.

“Changing.”

“This is my bedroom, get out!” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her.

“Your bedroom?”

“Yes, I am sharing it with Diego.”

“He has a wife,” Jace said as if not believing his ears.

“I don’t care, I want this bedroom.”

“You aren't getting it,” I told her calmly and she shook her head before coming toward me, she was about to slap me when Jace held her wrist.

“Let go!” he released her hand and she grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me out of the bathroom. I yanked my hand out of hers and she was forced to turn to me, before she could say anything, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her outside. She was about to comment when I threw her out of the bedroom. She fell into Diego's arms, and I stared at them.

“What is going on here?” he asked with his normal irritated tone, and I rolled my eyes.

“She tried to kill me. Please Diego baby, she is psycho!” the girl shouted, and Diego looked at me. I looked calmer than she did. She looked like a kid about to throw tantrum.

“If I wanted you dead, then you would be dead by now,” I told her, and she shakily stepped back and further into Diego's arms.

“Stop threatening her,” he finally said something after a long minute of silence.

“It is not a threat. I’m just telling her that if I want someone dead, then I don't let it be attempted murder. I make sure I aim to kill.”