The CEO's Little Untamable Girl

"Marriage? Me? Get married?" Valentino repeats in disbelief at his father's words. "Don't make jokes like that, it's not funny." His father sighed, impatiently pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, he looks at his son, who furrows his brow, waiting for his response. "It's not a joke," he clarifies. "The marriage proposal was sent in writing to the Volkovs in Russia today. You are going to get married." "Are you crazy?" Valentino's frown deepens. "Did you call me here for this nonsense? Don't make me waste my damn time." "Understand, Valentino, it's necessary for you to marry a Volkova!" he explodes, causing his son to stand up, placing a hand on his chin, then looking at him reproachfully. "Don't you realize what you're saying? We're talking about a wedding, dad, don't be ridiculous," he retorts. "It will only be for a year, this marriage will be contractual," his father also stood up, approaching his son to place a hand on his shoulder. "Could you do it?" "No." He roughly pushes his father's hand away. "I don't want to get married. Especially not to a woman I don't know and don't love. Forget it." "Is it because of that woman!?" he questions. "She's not on our social level! She can't help us!" "Don't involve Lily in this," he gets angry. "She has nothing to do with it. But you know what? I'd rather marry her. Even if she doesn't have what you're looking for, I love her. Instead of trying to sell myself off to a crazy woman I don't even know, find another solution." "But we're on the brink of collapse at the factory!" he laments. "That woman you're with is no use to us right now. However, if you marry the youngest daughter of the Volkovs, we can get out of this crisis. It will only be for a year, then you can divorce. That's the agreement. During that time, we'll be back on track." "You want me to put up with that woman for a year? I don't think so. I don't want a woman I'll despise by my side. Besides, Lily will be devastated by this." "The girl is very beautiful, son," he ignored his words, "you can even see her in magazines to see that I'm not lying. She's perfect for you, you can handle this. Her parents are good friends of mine, and they are willing to help me. Besides, they are interested in the trade of our factory. It's a great opportunity!" Valentino closes his eyes for a few seconds, rubbing his temples. His headache increases more and more due to the pressure from his father, who still doesn't back down from his absurd but very advantageous decision. "No," he retorts. "It's too late, the marriage proposal has already been sent," his father declared firmly. "I just wanted to help you see the bright side of all this. We'll get out of our debts, and our factory will start thriving again." "Have you been doing this without my consent?" he glared at him with fury. "You better cancel it." "Too late for that," he muttered. "The youngest daughter of the Volkovs will be here in two days. You better behave with her; she is an important figure, more than that insipid woman you have by your side." With that, he finishes, leaving his son in the hallway with clenched fists due to the fury he was feeling inside. The last thing he wanted to do was "behave" with that woman as his father instructed. He didn't want to get married, and if forced to do so, he wouldn't hesitate to make the rich girl's life a living hell. In Russia. Volkova Mansion "Are you listening to us, Athena?" her mother questions sternly, while the girl looks at her nails with a bored expression. "Not a chance," she finally responds. "Can I go up to my room now? I'm very tired." "Athena Volkova!" her mother fumes. "Behave for once in your life! This is serious!" The shouts from her mother only cause annoyance and laziness in the young girl. She rolls her eyes and pretends to listen to her mother again, while her father remains uneasy. "Calm down, dear," the man encourages her, while the woman is red with anger. "Don't you see your daughter? She's still misbehaving!" she complains. "That's because you spoil her too much!" "Oh, mom, please, drop the paranoia," she makes a face. "Why don't you just continue with your sermon, so I can leave?" "Fine," she breathes, calming down. "In two days, you'll be in Italy. You're going to marry Clodan Rizzo's son. It's just a one-year contract, then they'll divorce." "Uh-huh," she sighs. "You told me the joke, now get on with the important part you have to tell me." "Atena!" she explodes again, making the girl blink. She suppresses a amused smile, but then seeing her father, who becomes serious, she retracts. "Daughter, your mother is serious," her father adds, with a calmer and sweeter tone. "We just received the written marriage proposal from Valentino Rizzo. It's a political marriage, where both families will benefit. We will help them recover their factory that is on the verge of collapse, and they will provide us with commercial support to distribute our products from Italy." "So you mean I have to be the bridge between the Rizzos and you for economic benefits?" she raises an eyebrow, obviously in total disagreement. "I don't want to be married to a stranger!" "It will only be for a set time," her father continued. "It's also an opportunity for you to finally mature. Besides, I owe a lot to the Rizzos, they also supported me in the past." "Atena," her mother also speaks to her, "do you plan to spend your whole life partying and spending money?" "We're fed up with it," she shrugs. "That's not the point. You have to behave accordingly. You're always causing scandals and mischief." "Me?" she widens her eyes, offended. "And what about the fire at the president's house?" "That old man wanted to touch me." "And the video you posted on social media of your ex with three married women in his bed?" "He deserved it." "And the beating you gave your best friend's boyfriend?" "He cheated on her." "And the day we had to pick you up from the police station for stealing alcohol at a seedy bar?" "The owner wanted to see my boobs. He deserved it." "And the two men you bought at an auction?" "They were pretty hot." "And many more that I don't want to mention now. Is that not enough for you? It's time for you to behave like a decent lady." "The 'lady' part I doubt, because a while ago..." "No details," she interrupted. "The point is you have no choice. Either you accept this marriage and reflect on it, or I'll be forced to lock you up in a convent to educate you properly." "I prefer the convent." "Enough!" she sighs in frustration. "Atena, it's not up for discussion. The proposal is already in our hands, and it's signed. You're of marriageable age, so there's no more discussion about it." "Marriageable age at twenty?" she looks expectantly. "Did you marry dad at fifteen?" "I can't deal with this," the woman laments. "Bernardo, say something to this girl." "I'm home, family!" the study doors swing open, revealing the triumphant entrance of the eldest daughter of the Volkovs. "Where are your manners?" her mother scowls at her. "What's wrong? Did you all eat lemons? You look so sour," she takes a seat next to her younger sister. "What did you do this time, Atena?" "They want to marry me off to a lunatic," the girl mutters. Cayetana looks at her sister for a few seconds before bursting into a loud laugh. Their parents get tired of dealing with the same situation. "Stop joking like that, I'm too old for that," she wiped away a tear that escaped from laughing so much. "It's not a joke," her father clarifies. "Really, Ate?" she turned to her sister with a surprised expression. "Who is this poor man? Come on, dad, mom, don't do this harm to someone else's son. What wrong has he done? It must be serious." "Coming from someone who wants to sleep with one of her employees," the girl retorts with narrowed eyes. "What?" their parents react to the confession. "Don't believe her!" she shouts, red with embarrassment. "You know she's a troublemaker and doesn't want to accept her responsibility!" "Responsibility? Why do I have to put up with a guy who knows if he's well-endowed?" she questions with crossed arms. "It's the worst thing that could happen to me in my entire life." Their parents and sister are left speechless, staring at her intensely because of her wildly absurd words. They thought she would be concerned about the type of man, or that she would be in a marriage for a year that would prevent her from doing many of the slightly reckless things she's used to doing, but... is the size of the length what worries her at a moment like this? She must be missing a screw to only think about that. "What?" she innocently looks at them all. "I can't believe this," her mother covers her face with a hand. "This is a bad idea," her sister turned her face away. "You need to see a psychologist, daughter," her father adds. "Don't look at me like that, or think I'm going to touch that guy's bed to then doubt my own existence if what I say is true," she nonchalantly pouts. "And what if he ends up being a virgin?" "Atena!" they all shouted in unison, causing the girl to shrink in her seat grumbling. Atena Volkova, the little devil of the Volkov family. A twenty-year-old young woman, pampered and capricious. She always gets what she wants and doesn't adhere to any rules, as she creates her own. What will happen when she meets her future husband? She doesn't know, but what she does know is that she doesn't care. She pretends to follow the established rules, but if you're not careful, she could put a leash around your neck and have you at her mercy under her rich girl's heels. Beware, don't trust the angel. "What are you telling me?" the brunette's eyes widened in surprise at her beloved's words. "You're getting married, and you tell me as if it's nothing?" "Listen to me, Lily," he held her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "This was my father's decision to save the factory. It will only be for a year." She shakes her head, refusing to accept it. It has been a year since Lily had been with Valentino, supporting him after the loss of his mother. She has endured a lot only to now be pushed aside. Lily thought she would be the one walking down the aisle in a wedding dress to be his wife, but the proposal never came from him. "I don't accept it, Valentino," her tears stream down her cheeks, a tactic that always works with him. "What about us? Don't you love me anymore?" "Of course I love you," he wiped the tears from her cheeks. "But, Lily, it's something I have to do. My father made the decision, and the proposal has been sent. I need you to understand." "What do you want me to understand?" she moved away from him abruptly. "That you're going to marry someone else? That you'll spend a whole year with her while I have to wait like a fool?" "I swear I won't touch her," he promised, approaching her again. She turns her back, still crying. "Lily, please, when the time is up, she and I will divorce. Then I'll give you that place, as my wife." "Do you mean it?" she sniffles, with a sweet and fragile voice. "You have to promise." "I promise," he assures, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Just wait for me, Lily."