Taming the Titan

Chapter 2: Donald Bank decides

A week Earlier

I don't know the reason for my sorrow. No, I don't think I want to tell you the reason for this

Anonymous

Alexander sat in the wild morning sun, staring into his father's blazing gaze, his eyes piercing through his soul, his face cold, they stood gulping the whiskey on their hands, looking at the world From the window.

"I still don't get the fact, I have to get married." Alexander said, gulping the whiskey fast, he closed his eyes tightly as he realized resting on the chair with his head down.

“You must feel like your life sucks,” Father said with a deep voice, breathing his words down Alexander's heart.

“You're damn right Dad. It really does suck! Why must I get married if I am not ready? I have other things to do with my life and marriage isn't in the books now.” Alexander said, recovering from the burns in his heart.

His Father slammed his hands on the table with a fierceness that he knew Alexander could not contend with. Alexander jolted but kept his reaction composed.

“You better keep those silly words in your heart, Alex!” He groaned from the depths of his soul. “Do you want me to lose my company to some stranger? The board insists that you must get married because they need to be sure that you truly can live with a woman.”

He suddenly felt a wave of sadness travel through him as those words began to resurrect forgotten memories.

“I can damn right live with a woman, father. What happened to Valerie was not my fault. You and I know this!”

His voice becoming loud and sharp with the stern face growing, he gasped for breath immediately he talked.

His Father looked into his eyes with a glint of sarcasm, his brows flared up with his eyes washing him.

“You cannot prove it by mere words, prove it by actions. Prove to them that you didn't kill her with your rage by getting married to someone else.” His voice with a concluding hint, the whiskey was poured again, which Alexander threw on the floor.

“Where do I find someone so fast, father?” Frustration was gnawing at his heart. He held the whiskey bottle, his knuckles turning white.

“Had you started the search when I told you, by now you would have gone a long way in finding someone. But you were heavily complacent. Meanwhile, why can't you marry Scarlet Montgomery?”

“Scarlet is too materialistic, father. She rejected my advances because she thinks I am a nobody.”

“Why can't you tell her who you are and get her to accept you?" He talked standing from his chair, " This is a matter of life, Alex. Your complacency disgusts me.”

Alex let out a sigh of exhaustion. The entire situation was tearing him apart. His horrific past that hung above his head like a dark cloud, the society and their view of him and now the fact that he has to bind himself to some stranger just to prove a damn point

“I really cannot do this father,” Alex hesitated once again, pleading his course. “There really has to be another way. Marriage isn't in the books for me.”

Donald Bank sighed heavily and smiled wryly at him. Alex could see that glint of sarcasm in his eyes.

“You are darn right! There is another way,” he squeaked and Alex knew he was up to no good. “I will hand everything I have over to Drake. I am sure he is more than willing to take over from you.” His father said without a thought.

“Ready as a soldier about to fire at the enemy,” Drake's irritating voice purred from behind them. He walked into the study, uninvited, flashing his sarcastic smile with contempt hidden behind his eyes.

"I hate you so much," Alex mused, clenching his fists and hurled his voice at Drake:

“Shut up man. This conversation has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me,” Drake retorted. Alex gazed at him like he was a complacent i***t, pushing his luck and getting on his sixth nerve. “The company isn't just yours. Father is also my father and I am a Bank too.”

“Shut up Drake!” Alex's voice roared, shaking the air, making the air hard to take in, making a fist as though he was going to give him a blow. “This conversation is about me as the heir, not you.” Alex said, with his shoulders hanging high in the air.

“Exactly! An heirloom that you do not deserve yet Father has to shove it down your throat even when it is clear that you do not deserve it!” Drake said, staring sharply at Alex.

His eyes were filled with contempt and his words burn through Alex like fire, but the case at hand was a hell to deal with.

Alex felt that rage growing inside him once again and before He could stop himself, he was advancing towards him, driving his fist right through his cheek.

Drake let out a loud groan, and flew across the table, bumping into their elderly father.

“Enough!” Donald yelled at him, slamming his hand on the table. “That's it! I am done with these feats of rage, Alex. All you just did is prove that you are truly what they all think you are.”

Guilt washed through Alex like water from a shower and he felt his heart knotting. He kept his face lowered, avoiding any eye contact with his father.

“I am sorry father,” he stuttered, turning away from them.

They caused it. They pushed me to my limit, he mused, his mind racing with anger.

Drake was a damn fool and he disliked Alex as much as Alex did hate him too. They were never meant to be siblings; it wasn't possible biologically.

Drake’s mother forced her way into Alex's father's life after his loving mother's death and they had to become family.

"My life really does suck." Alex said with a hand in his pocket, his other one swinging freely with the fist it had formed, shaking with a rush of adrenaline.

“You have until one week to get yourself married to anyone. One week, that is all the time I have to spare and if in one week you aren't married, forget about being the heir to the Banks Dynasty.” His father's voice raged the room making him hault in his steps.

Donald was not joking. His words were clear as crystals. Donald Banks, his father would definitely pull through with his threat.

Alex turned around and stormed out of the study, his heart filled with burning rage at the life he was forced to live because of a past that wasn't his fault.

Liam was waiting outside the Banks Mansion for Alex in his Lamborghini car.

He got in and slammed the door so hard that Liam made a gruntled sound.

“Are you alright sir?” He asked, looking at Alex with a shock stricken face.

“You have to find a woman who would be unfortunate enough to accept a marriage proposal from Alexander Banks,” Alex mumbled, igniting the car, speeding off, outside the building.

“Wait, Mr Donald insisted?”

“My father isn't backing off, Liam. We have to find some lady to be my wife till all this dust settles. But the question is, who would accept? Knowing the story about me and Valerie?” Alex, cried in disdain.

The fact that he had to say those words hurt him deeply, the truth was hard for him to take but he said it with a heavy heart, as though he had said the worst words and his face had a big fold.

Liam let out a sigh. He was an assistant who understood Alex's plight and the delicate nature of the situation.

“Wait a minute, I do have a plan sir. I believe this will work out.” Liam said, hoping it would brighten Alexander.

Alex turned to look at him, he had a glint of hope in his eyes, while swallowing an involuntary gulp, letting his thoughts feed on assumptions.

What could this plan be? Alex pondered as Liam drove them to his office.