The Mafia Heiress Bodyguard

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece. Once I arrived at the airport, I was taken through a special convoy back home. I have missed Greece, studying abroad made me miss home more than anything. Grandfather waited for me at the entrance of his estate, “liliac” he stretched forth his hand to me and I ran into the them. The years haven’t been favorable to him, his hair was now stricken white and he could barely walk without his cane. “I’ve missed you Grandpa” “I missed you too my little beetle” I smiled, he hadn’t forgotten the nickname he always called me. “Come in, we have a lot to discuss” he said. The Roman family are known for one thing, we barely have patience, once we got to his study, he sat me down and began his briefings. “What?” I screamed at him when I realized what he had just uttered. “Calm down Liliac” he deferred. “No” I shook my head as I sprung up from my seat, I should have known that he didn’t call me back because he missed me. It’s been two years since I graduated and he never reached out. Now he wants me to get married. “I am not marrying him” I blurted out. “It is not up to you dear, it’s up to him” By him, he was referring to Carter Reign, Son of Mr Reign, and heir to the Reign industries. I have loathed this man from the day I was born, why? When I was five, he bullied me into jumping from the school window with just an umbrella. Aside from the fact that he was my childhood bully, he was also the son of our rivals. The Roman family and the Reign family have been at each other’s neck for years, each struggling for control over Greece, somehow my Grandfather managed to stay on top of them but that doesn’t mean they have surrounded to him. Carter Reign was ruthless, at the age of five he had made his first kill, while I made mine at 9, where I shot a bear. It wasn’t the same thing as Carter who killed his uncle in cold blood. “I have already sent a picture of you to him and my proposal, let’s just hope that he accepts you as his wife” Grandfather continued. I begin biting my fingernails, a nervous tick I had developed from staying abroad, I silently prayed that he would reject me but who am I kidding. Carter enjoyed bullying me when we were kids, he loved watching tears fall down my eyes, while he laughed at me and called me names. He would do anything to make me miserable like marrying me. There was knock on the door then a man walked in with an envelope in a tray, my Grandfather reached for it then opened it. His hands fell and his countenance changed, “What is it?” I asked. “He rejected you” he replied. “What?” That sounded more absurd to me than him accepting me, I grabbed the letter and read it, there it was, Carter has really rejected me. Who the hell does he think he is to reject me, was he doing this to taunt me, or it was because he really didn’t want me. I stared back at Grandfather and he seemed to be more disappointed than I was, I know I should be happy that I wasn’t marrying Carter, but I also hate the fact that he rejected me. I should be the one rejecting him after all that he did to me. I watch my Grandfather hastily jump from his seat, he barely needed his cane as he racked through the drawers bringing out a file of papers. “Sign each and every one of them now” he ordered. I stared at him frantically, these papers were more than the workload on his table, it would take me hours to finish reviewing and signing them. “I can take them to my room and read them” I suggested. “Sign them now” he barked at me, frenzy written all over his face, it was the first time he has raised his voice at me. “What’s going on?” I asked watching him step backwards until his back was pressed against the wall. He looked scared, nothing has ever scared my Grandfather like this, infact I have barely seen any emotion on his face, not even on the day my parents died. “Sign the papers” he ordered. I began flipping through the pages as I signed my signature on each one of them, he made sure I didn’t miss a single page of it. After two hours, I was finally done, my back aches from bending over so much. I had barely dropped my pen when a man walked into the room, wearing a black suit, and a big briefcase. He gave me a slight nod then began arranging the papers on the desk. “Go to your room Liliac, I will call you when I need you” Grandfather insisted, I got to my feet and made my way to the door. “Is this enough?” I heard my Grandfather ask, “I will try my best” the man responded. “Please do all that you can, I am depending on you” I closed the door behind me, confused by what was going on, something was wrong and I could feel it in my guts.