Where did she come from

Oliver Blackwell lay on his back on his Balcony without a care in the world and he hated it. He could have anything he wanted since his father's Mafia empire took over the whole eastern territory. They lived on a huge estate that could be considered its own state due to its size. The area around the house (more like a castle) had sprawling green grass eith hedges that made a maze, Oliver's request he thought it might keep him occupied but he got bored within an hour, the rest was wooded or swamp land. Colt Blackwell Oliver's father had built this place for his wife before she was murdered when Oliver was only 3, 9 years after his father had taken over. Colt had taken over the Easter territory 28 years ago, since then his father changed the way time was kept. Oliver ran his hand through his black styled hair annoyed sitting up quickly. "I just want to care about something, I want..." he paused trying to think of what word fit best "trouble" he decided was the best word saying it out loud to make it feel real. Oliver had not had a real thrill in his life ever. His father's servants brought him whatever he wanted and he always had at least 6 men trailing him to keep harm away. His father getting paranoid after his mother's untimely death. A knock came on Oliver's door. "what?" he asked in a flat tone his purple eyes blank. A man in a 3 piece suit walked into his room "Young Blackwell, your father will be returning today and he asked that everyone be at dinner. Your brothers future wife will be joining you all for the first time". Oliver tsks in disapproval. "You can let my father know I'll be there, now get out" he says waving his father's messenger away. "My brother" Oliver says in a scathing voice. Ethan Blackwell was the first heir in line to take over the easter territory and the brothers hated each other. Both boys felt there was something missing but handled it differently. Oliver tried to find what was missing..Ethan tried to torture what he thought was missing. For the past few months Ethsn had been going on and on about some broad he saw sing in a bar. He didn't even know her name but he talked and talked and whine and whined some more till his father finally agreed to go get her. Colt had tried to give Ethan suitable matches for years but he would just f**k them then change his mind. "This poor woman." Oliver said out loud "I wonder what she sees in my brother.. she probably doesnt see that's why she agreed to marry that swine" Oliver whisper to himself covering his face one eye peaking between his fingers. Hours go by before Oliver hears of his father's return and whispers begin to spread. As Oliver walked the long halls of his home he would listen to the murmurs. "Did you see her" one maid whispered quickly to the other "her neck" "Her neck, did you see her eyes" the other maid whispered back. Oliver walked his hands in his suit pants pocket. "my brother beg for my father to bring home someone ugly" Oliver thought to himself. "Her neck, her eyes the hell does that mean?" In the easter territory there were 3 types of eyes 90% of people had green, 8% had orange like his father and brother and 2% had purple like Oliver he had gotten that color from his mother. Oliver shrugged to himself still stalking the halls heading to the expansive dinning room. "Doesn't mean anything to me if shes ugly, Im not marrying her" he thought scratching his head as he walked. He stopped in front of the dinning room doors sighing before pushing then open. Olivers father and brother were already sitting talking both looking disheveled from travel but well put together. "I dont see any girl" Oliver thought looking around. "Ah, brother welcome" Ethan said very theatrical. "I hope your hungry we brought back some of your favorites" Ethans eyes flashed dangerously, his hand waving over the food. Oliver looked down at the display of food which were in fact all the foods he hated. "Im not eating anything you touched" Oliver retorted. "Boys knock it off." their father said in a quiet but demanding tone. "We will be having a guest soon one who will be joining our family we want to make a good impression" he said not looking up from the piece of meat he was cutting. "Right where is the poor girl" Oliver asked glaring at his brother. "Well I thought she could give us a show as an introduction, her voice is the reason I fell for her after all." Ethan says looking to his left behind his father a microphone is on a stand. "Really" Oliver snorts "You're a real Casanova, do you actually know her name this time?" sarcasm dripping from his question. "Maeve" Ethan moans "It means intoxicating one, and she definitely is" a devilish grin spreading over his face. Oliver rolls his eyes "poor girl is going to be covered in bruises before he finally gets bored." Oliver shrugs off. That's just how Ethan was and no one could do anything about it. Ethan claps his hands twice "Bring in my future wife" he calls. The two dinning room doors swinging open and one of the servants walks in holding a long thick chain. Oliver looks up from his empty plate. *crash* Oliver dropped his metal for onto his plate, eyes widening, blushing taveling across his facs, and his heart quickening as the thing that was missing from his life was dragged into the room by a chain around her neck.