Forced marriage with the billionaire

Rome, Italy Life isn't all about just one place story! Bang!! The turbulent gunshot reverberated in the air. The feathers of the proletariat flew in the atmosphere and gloom overwhelmed the surrounding souls. The intense, tough, husky, and alluring voice breaks the silence. "Zale Clean It!" He shifts turns, keeping the gun in the hands of his men, and walks standing in front of his terrified butler, Rob. The sickly cold sweat kept over his cheeks while his hands were trembling while holding the water dish in his hands. He looks up at her with his menacing eyes, and he solidifies his position, looking down immediately. No One Meets Kings Eyes!! "Get me and Malkiel something to eat!" He ordered while drying up his hands in the white towel and walking away with his chaperone, Zale. "Sure Emperor!" Rob pays obeisance and walks away. The palace was extremely silenced with darkness around. The classic rustic and contemporary decor covered up the floor and wall with a big chandelier dangling from the ceiling with great German paintings and architecture. They carpeted the floor with a royal ancient handmade Persian classic blue carpet. The freshening fragrance blew around the surroundings. The royal security and bodyguards were standing like mannequins around the mansion with their royal swords and guns around. "Emperor! Your mother summoned you for a few hours in Turin. She says it is important." Their footsteps echoed against the antique marbled floor. "And you have Eve's Party to attend in Milan, Mr. László. We have to be there. It's for fundraising" Zale completed his sentence, looking at László Michael Rodriguez. His charming tousled raven smooth thick hair was nicely styled. He stops and shifts slightly, looking at Zale. His eyes were sharp, charismatic, and beautiful, deep green with a hint of blue gazed at him. Zale looks down scaredly. His strong and defined face with a prominent sharp jaw curved gracefully along with the strength of his perfect neck, throat, and larynxes showing the twining cords of the muscles that shaped his entire body, strong arms, a firm chest, and packs of abs in the abdomen. He was slim and muscular. He was an Adonis. His plump sharp lips were apart, leaving the words on his tongue. "Then get Malkiel, we will leave, and call my executive assistant, Hector. Inform him that the holiday has ended. Set up departure," He announced his third sentence in a while, nodded his way and Zale nodded, stopping at his position, turning his back, and standing along the door. Turin, Italy "What are you doing, Mrs. Rodriguez?" Arawn Edward sneered, taking his seat alongside his wife, Elizabeth Michael, former Empress, watching her firmly while she was all preoccupied with files. "Fixing your son with women! What else? He is never going to show interest until he gets an aspiring woman and this makes me seldom think he is gay!" she stated decisively, looking up at her husband. "Well, I am sure my son isn't gay. But you have to point it out, and I can help. He answers and takes the rest of the files, looking around for a while, then sighing, throwing all of them at the table. "This is hard!" Elizabeth spoke, looking up at her husband, and he nodded in arbitration. "None are suitable for your demanding son's choices." Arawn looks, and she glares up at the maid standing in front of him with a platter nervously. "Keep it down!" she urged with a neutral and smiling face, and the maids tranquilize, keeping the tray down and walking away. 'People are scared of me because of Laszlo!' "Have you seen Brian?" Arawn asked, nowhere picking up his juice and resting back looking at Elizabeth passing her another glass. "Yeah, your so-called mistress. Sometimes I feel you married him, not me! She scowled and Arawn chortled softly, bringing the glass to his lips while swallowing a few sips and opening his mouth again. "Well, that Mistress actually has a pretty daughter!" Arawn says, and Elizabeth is taken aback. "Wait, he has a daughter!" She asks again and Arawn nods his head, looking at her. Why did I know about it? I mean I was beside you all the time," She asked in astonishment, and Arawn smiled, rubbing her back. That's because he is my assistant. He kept his daughter and wife secret. He didn't want any harm in them." He answers and she looks at him then a quick curve took place at the corner of her lips. Arawn smiles. Was he thinking the same as his wife? The theatre was full of attendees dressed in tuxedos and dresses. He nonchalantly steps around making everyone stand in their space and hunch in his greetings. Security benevolently steps the people aside, forming a way for him towards the glorious throne of the theatre auditorium. László gently takes his seat on his chair and signs his head. Everyone in the hall holds their place. The proprietor immediately walked away, placing the wine and champagne glasses in front of him. "Iniziò!" He declared and Hector nodded his head, walking towards the moderator. The curtain advances and Eve commences. Welcome Ladies ... The backstage was in a tremendous rush. Everyone hastened to their places as the arrival of the emperor was announced. "Did you see the emperor? He is so young, charming, and magnanimous". The girls babbled and snickered in their accents. "Miss Astraea Vance. You have the first performance." She sighed and turned, looking at herself in the mirror, breathing in and out and bending, picking her pointe shoe or Ballet Shoes and walking away. "Hector, call Mother to inform her we will be arriving soon!" He speaks and Hector gets up, walking away. The lights around deliberately dissolved into the darkness and the spotlight shut on the stage. Musicians started their instruments gradually and the performance started. László views sipping his wine when his soul beats commenced pounding deep versus his Ribs. She beamed, moving over her feet, whirling and swirling in the azure outfit throughout the stage. The never-ending thumping of his heart developed every second. It never felt like that. It was marvelous, mysterious, and unconventional. For a second, it felt like the whole world was aloof from them, and it was accurately them. He could see her pretty smile all over the LED screen and her cerulean eyes glistening radiantly. She was genuinely felicitous about whatever she was doing. He shut his eyes and sighed, shifting to look at Zale. "Zale, we are leaving. Hector, Join me at Home After Benefit! He proclaimed, getting up and his security patrolled behind and in front of encompassing him and shielding him. His long strides passed over the superimposed floor with his men behind. The chauffeur pronto opens the door for him, and he skids inside the car. It moves in a few seconds. Rodriguez Empire Estate "The emperor is here!" The maids informed Elizabeth, sitting along with Arawn. They nodded their heads together, glancing at her. She bowed and ambled away when footsteps enveloped the stillness of the mansion, and Elizabeth beamed spontaneously. "You both old couple can't help but trouble me!" László's extensive Italian twang left his lips. "We are your parents, young Blood." Arawn frowned, and Elizabeth beamed, taking her son in a tight embrace. "No feast tonight. It's an important talk!" She stated and a look of puzzlement crossed László's face. Arawn's smirk mentally accommodates his son and supersedes all the surrounding men. They hunch and walk away, leaving them alone in the living hall. He sat studying at his parents silently while they observed him closely. "All Good?" He examined self-reliance and they recognized their heads positively. László peered intently at them for a moment then inclined to fetch the water on the table when it was torn away by Elizabeth peering at him. "You will be getting married in a month!" Arawn declared while he sat peacefully looking at them. Elizabeth and Arawn interchange their looks in turmoil, finding no resistance. "Lady!" László asked, looking at them while fetching water in a glass, looking at them and gulping down his throat. "Brian Vance has a daughter, Astraea Vance. She is in Milan and you will be meeting her tomorrow forenoon at breakfast. We have systematized everything." Elizabeth articulated, looking at her son's optics while he observed them from his seat like their information didn't pursue him. Never Knew Mr. Brian had a daughter! "Text me her residence. I will personally meet her. No need to give that little girl strain." He speaks, but Arawn cuts him off. "Nope! You won't meet her personally. I am not sure what you will speak to her about. And she isn't a little girl. She is the same age as you," Arawn declared. Elisabeth agreed with him while László put the glass on the table, nodding his head. "Fine! But do tell that lady my full description. Don't Lurk!" László smirked, getting up from his position, leaving people startled in their position. "Did that boy just torment his father and mother?" Arawn claimed in shock. Furthermore, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and took a seat worriedly. This is going from where we commenced. No one will espouse my son now." She cried and Arawn melted, looking at her. He launches his anger away and pulls her into an embrace, looking at the empty mansion. I will get that Brat married. Don't worry! He replies, caressing her back. The ride was mute. He casually viewed the crossing lanes and the light into the blackness. It was quiet and serene. It never felt more like this, but it was pleasant and gracious. He leisurely shifts his piercing gaze at his men. "Get me Brian Vance, ambiguous daughter, all the information." He charged, and Hector recognized his head while he exhaled calmly.