Chapter 1 Excerpt
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“Let’s cut this deal smart, Mr. Don. I will contract you as my my fiance, fake
fiance precisely. I don’t want marriage now and I must do something to
cancel the engagement. With how far we’ve gone, you are the only person fit
for me. What will you want in exchange?”
I smirked when I noticed her eyes were so bright. Immensely serious than I
had thought,
“Two daily full-body massages.”
She smiled tenderly, raising her brows as she threw her back against the
chair, crossed her legs, and folded her arm with the other hand supporting
her chin, the edge fingers kept grinning at that chin sweetly.
‘I think this deal is sealed.’ I thought but my judgment was wrong. I could see
she was anxious since her legs were shaking. “Each for 30 minutes. Before
and following my bedtime. Is it finalized, Ms. Davis?”
Another round of smiles appeared, these were far more radiant than before
“Fine! I often go to bed at midnight and get up at six. Deal?!” To shake her
hand, I extended my hand.
She swung back from the chair instead and apologetically smiled. “Excuse me,
I need to use the restroom first.
Chapter 001: Arranged Marriage Awareness
|Melissa’s POV|
When my father told me I should come back to the City to complete my High
School which I was in my last semester. I felt it was odd… Transferring school
at such a delicate stage. I hope he could give me the chance to complete
school where I was.
Once I arrived in his City, he set up an arranged marriage with me.
I was completely awestruck when he slammed the file he had been glaring at
on the table. Although he has been talking through his nostrils all the time he
was scanning through the file. All along, I was so attentive yet wondering
whom he was referring to until his last statement hushed out.
“Our family will eat dinner with Alessandro’s family next weekend. And a set
date will be determined for your engagement to his Heir.”
My heart fell to the lowest depths as his ominous, black eyes pierced through
to my orbs. Dad was talking about me? My proposed marriage to a man I
hardly know?
Underneath my breath, I muttered the name ‘Alessandro?’ in distaste, and
asked myself whether I had heard him well. I found it incomprehensible that
my father would consider marrying me off at such a young age.
That family name doesn’t sound familiar to me. Perhaps, that was a member
of his crew because the money wouldn’t be a reason for him to do that to me.
We were doing so fine. He was well-known across the country and the Mafia
Lord of the Whale Wing in the western region.
recently.
His achievement was top-notch and such a man wouldn’t need any money,
connection, or influence from others… to talk of marrying his sole child off
for that sake.
“Dad, do you really want to marry me off to a lowly family? Do you want to
make a trade with me because I won’t be able to take over your Mafia
position? For goodness’ sake, I’m just 18 and in my last year of college. Did
you bring me back from abroad only to arrange my marriage?
I blabbed while still experiencing the shock that was creeping under my skin
with tears already threatening to spill from my eyes. I’ve been fighting it
back, but I was no longer able to.
The more I thought about the entire log of stories he had narrated since the
more my soul kept flicking and my feeble heart was squeezing in my chest.
I just arrived from Germany yesterday since I left my hometown 8 years ago.
It was really sad that he brought up my scheduled marriage in our first
interaction.
Age 18! When I was supposed to be free from parental control, get to plan for
myself, design my future and have the very good damn chillness of this life!
Gosh! This is unbelievable!
“Dad, this is just a prank to welcome me, right? You can’t really mean it.” I
got up as quickly as I could. The whole lot of signs that surrounded him did
not show he was pranking me. But I just have to hope it was.
As fast as I could, I paced to my room. I did not want to appear feeble to him. I
wanted to prove to him that I had matured, and was now capable of making
my own decisions and choosing what was best for me.
Well, since my mum passed away ten years ago, I’ve been doing well. When I
was eight years old, she passed away from cancer, and when I reached ten, I
was taken to live with my aunt overseas until I finally returned home.
‘Once I get to my room, I will call aunty to book my new flight. I must leave
this city as soon as possible!’
“Lissa, this is my choice, you can’t choose a life without me, your father in it!
I’ve discussed it with your Aunty and she agreed to this engagement, in fact,
she will arrive before the date.”
I paused on the track of my step. I wanted to turn to him and confirm that he
mean it truly. I was sadder because I felt the seriousness in his voice as he
continued to lash out at me
“My election is in four months and that family has been quite supportive up
to this point. Engaging you in such a family is nothing compared to their
loyalty to me. You won’t regret this decision I made for you, I promise.”
It was so annoying to hear his thick voice. Blazingly, I fixated on those lips
and the anguish I felt almost made me puke. It has been lingering in the tract
of my throat the entire time.
What made him devious and greedy? The father I left was the kind of parent
everyone could want—caring, thoughtful, and passionate. In actuality, he was
my late mother’s very indulgent husband.
Those memories of my childhood with him started replaying in my head.
Outside of his home, he led a wild life, yet to his family, he was the ideal
father and man. My heart was unable to withstand the agony I was
experiencing as I thought back on those experiences.
My legs quaked. I couldn’t believe happy memories could haunt me so badly
when triggered by a tragic circumstance.
I once loved him with my life but not anymore! After I left this city… He
changed drastically
I used to love him with all of my heart, but not anymore. He underwent a
significant transformation after I left this place.
He wouldn’t contact me unless I did, and even when we did, he never spoke to
me for longer than five minutes.
Such a man could only consider trading me As of then, he was a Mafia Lord but now he has started contesting. I suppose
he was putting me in touch with his member! He intended to use me as a
political pawn… How could he treat his only daughter and child in such a way?
Tears started to fall to my lips. It had a bitter taste—very bitter. His normally
stern face relaxed at me till he grinned contentedly. His faint chuckle
intensified as his tongue snaked out and licked his lips in satisfaction.
