Stuck between two (brothers) rivals

People believe that pretty girls with blond hair are unintelligent. And now, I’m starting to think so too. Is anyone stupid enough to leave a life of luxury, to run away from home because she doesn’t want to marry a billionaire? To run from certainty to uncertainty? Yes, there is! Me! FEW DAYS BEFORE "You will get married to him whether you like it or not. IT'S NOT A CHOICE!" “I don’t want to!” “ITS NOT A CHOICE!” My father's voice echo throughout the house as tremor run down my spine. This is strange because my father hardly speaks to me in this house, we had barely spoken more than ten sentences to each other in the last year. And now, he is raising his voice at me. This is all because of him! The man I’m supposed to get married to. He is not a good person. I have seen several news articles about him and his family, none of which are good. Mafia ties, check. Missing people, check. Unforgiving, check. Brutal, check. Ruthless, check. It is even rumored that the last girl he dated went missing after she broke his heart and refused to get married to him. What if I die? Why isn’t my father thinking of all the things said about him? "Eve, get dressed. We are going for the formal introduction." I can choose to defy my father but the longer I stay silent, the darker his face grow. Can I? I may never know until I try, maybe it will cause him to change his mind from this foolish decision. What is the worst that can happen? "No, I am not going dad.” I say with rage in my eyes. His face twist in anger and the veins on his forehead pop out making him look scary. "What did you say?" He ask as he draws closer to me. I move back only stopping when the table dig into my hip. "I said.." A hard slap lands on my cheek before I can complete the sentence. My heart race as I feel the pain from where his hands landed and my eyes sting with tears. The worst just happened. I refuse to cry in front of him, the man who calls myself his father but wants to use me to advance. I would rather die than show him any form of weakness. "Get out of my sight and get dressed. You have less than thirty minutes," He spits out as he looks at me with fury. "I said get out of my sight!" “f**k you!” I scream as I run up the stairs to my room. I don’t see any house staff on my way, at least no one would witness my embarrassment even if they definitely heard it. I enter my room and plop on my bed as the first tear drops from my eyes. How did I get here? He wasn't always like this. It wasn't like he was exactly soft but he wasn't this cold. If only mama was still here. My room door opens and Sienna, my maid and only confidante walks in curiously. "Eve, what happened? All the staff heard loud noises from the living room." She walks up to me and gasp as she saw my face. "What happened to your face?" She touch my cheek and I shrink back because it hurt. I get up and walk to the long length mirror at the corner of my room. Blond hair, pale skin, light gray eyes that are red rimmed and my swollen flaming red cheeks. "Everything will be alright, little birdie." Sienna said as she rubs my arms. She has been like a mother figure to me ever since my mother passed and I am so grateful for her. How can a maid be more compassionate to me than my father? "I don't want to get married to him. Why does he hate me?" I ask staring at her from the mirror. "You have no choice, Eve.” She said and sighs. “And your father doesn't hate me." "We all know the news about him?" "What if..maybe they are false?" I know she is trying to get me to calm down but it isn’t working. All the blogs can't be wrong. All of them can't spread lies about one man. "Let's get you dressed before your father gets angry again. One injury is enough for today." Sienna says as she goes through my wardrobe. She’s assuming the formal introduction goes well. Who even made formal introductions a thing? It is just an ackward situation especially for two people who aren’t acquainted before. The decision has been made already, why meet after? I am not in the mood to dress up so I’m glad Sienna came to help. I can always count on her. She picks out a silver dinner gown for me, black heels and a black clutch bag. "It brings out your pretty gray eyes." She said pointing to the silver dress. It has been in my wardrobe for like, forever. After dressing up, I sit in front of the mirror and I love what I see. My hair is packed up in a bun with wispy layers. I look really good. My cheeks are still a bit swollen even after everything she did to make it disappear completely. She tried to touch it up with makeup but I refused. I want my father to see what he did to me because of power and connection. Arranged marriages aren’t a new thing in my world but I expected better from my father. And the slap was totally not expected. "I will ask the cook to make your favorite desert." She says as she applies a red lipstick to my lips. "You need to look fierce." "Nope.” I tell her as I wipe off the red lipstick. I am not going to dress up and look good for a man I didn’t want to get married to. I pick up a mint lip balm and apply instead. "You look really good, little birdie." She said as she patted my shoulders. She never grew out of calling me little birdie, she claims that I am still so tiny and look fragile. Even if my personality is so not it. I meet my father in the car, he doesn’t acknowledge me and I couldn’t care less. I sit far away from him and get on my phone to check the latest gossip. I see a new broadcast about the man of the hour. Like always, there is only a blurry picture of him. "Marriage or hookup." It is a picture of him on one side and a picture of a popular actress, Rose. I refuse to read the news, it's not like we are dating really so I don’t care. I drop my phone into my purse as I glue my face to the glass watching the scenery. I must have fallen asleep on the way because I get a tap on my leg. "Get down, we are here." I blink open my eyes as the car is opened for me and I get down. It’s a restaurant and there are men dressed in black in the entrance. Activities are still going on in the street but none inside the restaurant. We walk into the restaurant and I see his Uncle, Xavier Stone already seated. "Hello." I call out and get a nod in response. Well, my bad! The restaurant is empty so I pick a seat at the far corner opposite his uncle. My dad is seated at the back. I get on my phone as swipe on i********:. When he walks in, the atmosphere in the room drop. I don’t need to turn to know that he is in the room. The air is thinner and his footsteps are sharp. His footstep gets nearer and I continue scrolling on my phone until I feel him beside me. We will probably stare at each other and call it a day. I look up at him. "Hel…” "Who touched you!"