Ruined by the Ruthless Billionaire

This story contains ♡ alcohol consumption ♡explicit language ♡erotic/mature scene (a warning will be given before such chapters) ♡mild violence Note This is a work of fiction(everything is made up) and my character's attitude and opinion do not mirror my own. ************************************************** ~Anika~ "Anika! Anika! Wake up!" I'm harshly evicted from my blissfull dream land by the violent shakes from whom my foggy brain sums up to be Kara, it had to be her because no-one else wakes me up in this manner. "Your dinner is in the microwave kara,go away" I slur my words snuggling my blanket. But her shakes become more violent. "You really need to wakeup Anika,I think we're in trouble" the urgency of her action and the desperation I hear in her voice cause me to spring up from the bed,all the previous tiredness I felt, forgotten. "Why are the tax guys here so late?" I inquire while hurriedly losing my silk night dress,the only real silk I owned given to me by my father by the way, for a sweat pant and an oversize shirt. I Make for the door but kara stands in my way "it's not the tax guys Nini" she explains "it's a huge man and he's scary" I notice then that the girl was shaking slightly, her pupils dilated in fear. Plus the last time the girl called me Nini was the week before she turned sixteen and she is twenty currently. My eyes dart to the window, I could just escape with her and let everyone else face their problems alone but I know better 'Never abandon family' my father would always say. So taking her hand in mine I assure her with a small smile "everything will be just fine" at least that's what I had hoped for before we entered the living room. "There's our sleeping beauty!" The hunky looking Man gasp the moment I stepped into the room. He appeared to be in his early 50s but I would be lying if I said he wasn't a total Daddy material.He wore a well tailored suit with nice leather shoes. I don't know much about brands of clothes however, I could tell he was not a cheap man,he catches me staring and I almost looked away but I don't,I can't let him know how afraid I feel. "Marco, it seems your men are frightening my girls" he chuckles "tell them to step outside and socialise." Only then did I notice the suited up men, about five of them aside the one referred to as Marco in the room. They're all well built but Marco moreso than the rest, he does a sign with his hand and the men silently walk out. I would be impressed if I wasn't already so scared. "You can relax now, Marco here won't hurt you if you behave. Right Marco?" Marco Just nods his face stoic. " come sit on the center rug my gorgeous babies!" He instructs excitedly. My step mother moves in to sit with us but he protect "No,don't join the kids on the floor Karen, sit on the sofa my dear." "Perfect, now let's get to business my beauties" he say, then sits forward and steeples his hands together. He smiles but I see something sinister in his eyes and he suddenly looks familiar to me. "I am Lorenzo Pietro, a very,very Passionate business man. I'm very generous too, I lend people Money and resources to setup their own businesses for little interest. I'm too kind I know" he says leaning back into the chair that was once my father's favourite. Self-conceited much,I think to myself. He looks at me directly before he continues. "You see, I own most of the thriving companies and businesses around Italy either partly or wholly and your father and husband was my business partner once." His attention moves from me and my sisters to my stepmother who was on the edge of her seat,her hands gripping the sofa firmly. "Your husband owed me millions before his death, I taught I could let it go in the spirit of generosity and empathy but generosity is bad for business." He explains "Moreover,his been gone for five years, enough time for you to grieve and adjust, now it's time to pay your debt" Lorenzo quips "Th..thank you for your patience Mr. Pietro,I'm aware of the huge debt we owe you. H..oo ww best do we begin to pay you?" Karen stammers, I've never heard her stammer before. Lorenzo rubs his hands together excitedly,and Marco hands him a stark of papers "let me seeee....." he begins, looking into the papers. "I could take this house, the wine shop and celler,the car,even your savings but it still won't cover the debt." He signs and shakes his head, handing the papers back to Marco. "I need something of irreplaceable value..." he appears lost in thought for some seconds before mentioning the must ridiculous thing "like...like one of your daughters!" He exclaims in excitement,almost as though he is in awe of how brilliant his idea is. Beside me, my two sisters gasp and I turn to look at my stepmother, she sits stiffly all color gone from her face "No" she breaths. "Don't be greedy Karen, you've got 3. Give me just one and I'll waive your debt of millions. I'll take good care of her I promise but you can never come for her, speak of her nor ask after her unless I say so and if ever either of you sees her anywhere, you must ignore her even if she comes to you." He states in a serious tune. Impossible, there is no way Karen will let... "Kara is still too young, but Anika and zola are thesame age, you can pick either of them." Karen offers solemnly,cutting through my thought. I glare at her in disbelief. "Almost twenty is old enough for me" He laughs, of cause he knows our age,he came off as the kind of man who knew every detail about his prey. "It appears you value kara. Marco, looks like kara is the most valuable option" he put forth plainly and Marco nods in agreement. "How about the person whose name appears on the title deed of the house? Surely that person is the most valuable" Karen argued adjusting in her seat. A deafing silence resonates the room. Mr Pietro slouch in his chair and crossed his right leg over his left. "Interesting theory" he mutters,watching over as like a hawk. Kara grips my hand and I squeeze it in reassurance even though my heart was in my mouth,Zola on the other hand suddenly looked unruffled. Perhaps she knew something we didn't. "I wonder who Matteo trusted with his dream house" Mr Pietro sings with a daunting tune, which only heightens the tension in the room. "Tell us Marco! Who is on the Title deed?" He orders "Anika Hanna Matteo" Marco reads out from one of the sheets in his hands and the world froze around me, only the sound of my pounding heart reaches my ear. In that moment,I stare up at Mr.Pietro and a small tattoo on his neck arrest my attention, triggering memories I didn't even know had to flood the streets of my mind. I know exactly who this man is and the sort of business he conducts. I shake my head in denial. This can't be happening....