Forced marriage with the billionaire

Italy's Rome

One place tale is not all that exists in life!

Whoa!

The gunshot echoed through the tumultuous atmosphere. Proletariat feathers fluttered across the air, and the surrounding spirits were overcome by darkness. The quiet is broken by the voice, which is deep, rugged, husky, and seductive.

"Zale Clean It!"

He turns, leaving the rifle in his men's hands, and approaches his frightened butler Rob while still standing.

His hands were shaking as he held the water dish, and a horribly cold perspiration was still covering his cheeks.

With his intimidating gaze, he looks up and secures his position, gazing down right away.

Nobody Sees the King's Eyes!

"Get me and Malkiel something to eat!" He gave an instruction, wiping his hands on the white towel and heading out the door with Zale, his chaperone.

"Sure Emperor!" Rob bows his head and turns to leave.

The palace is completely silent, and everything is dark. The floor and walls were covered in a traditional rustic and modern décor that included outstanding German paintings and architecture hanging from a large chandelier.

They covered the floor with a magnificent, hand-made, antique blue Persian carpet. The invigorating aroma wafted through the surroundings.

With their royal swords and weapons drawn, the royal security and bodyguards were positioned around the mansion like mannequins.

"Titan! For a few hours in Turin, your mother had called on you. It's important, she says. The old marble floor resonated with their footsteps.

"Mr. Laszlo, you also have Eve's Party in Milan to attend. We must be present. "It's for fundraising," Zale said, turning to face László Michael Rodriguez.

His thick, gorgeous, and well styled hair was raven-smooth and tousled.

He pauses, pivots a little, and turns to face Zale. He looked at him with piercing, captivating, deep green eyes that had a tint of blue in them. Zale glances down, terrified.

Strong arms, a solid chest, and packs of abs in the abdomen complemented his well-defined face, which had a prominent, pointed jaw that curved beautifully.

His perfect neck, throat, and larynxes also displayed the twining cords of the muscles that sculpted his complete body. He was built like a machine.

He was an Adonis. He parted his full, pointed lips, leaving the words on his tongue.

"After that, grab Malkiel, let's head out, and give my executive assistant, Hector, a call. Tell him that the vacation is over. Arrange for departure. He looked at Zale and said,

"This is my third sentence." Zale nodded, stopped, turned around, and stood next to the door.

Italy's Turin.

"What are you doing Mrs. Rodriguez?" Arawn With a scowl, Edward sat down next to his wife Elizabeth Michael, the former Empress, and watched her intently as she was engrossed in filing.

"Setting up your son with females! What more is there? She looks up at her husband definitely and says, "He never gonna show interest until he gets his one aspired woman and this makes me think seldom, he is gay."

"Well, I'm positive my son is straight. However, you must point, and I can assist." He responds, gathering the remaining files and glancing around for a bit before groaning and tossing them all onto the table.

"This is hard!" As Elizabeth says, her husband looks up at her and nods arbitrarily.

"None are suitable for your demanding son's choices." Arawn stares, and she gives the uneasily positioned maid a glare up at her.

"Keep it down!" she exhorted, smiling neutrally, and the maids calmed down, leaving the tray down. "Have you seen Brian?" "People are scared of me because of Laszlo!".

Arawn questioned as he picked up his drink and leaned back to watch Elizabeth hand her another glass.

Indeed, your purported mistress. I sometimes think you married him rather than me." Arawn laughed quietly and brought the glass to his lips, drinking a few sips before opening his mouth again as she glared.

"Well, that Mistress, actually has a pretty daughter!" When Arawn revealed, Elizabeth was shocked.

"Wait he has a daughter!" Arawn looks at her and nods in response to her repeated question.

"Why was I aware of it?

She asked in shock, "I mean, I was by your side all the time," to which Arawn responded with a smile and a back rub.

"That's because he helps me out. He kept his wife and daughter a secret. He wished for them to be safe." He responds, and she gives him a short look before her lips curled slightly. Arawn grinned. Was he thinking what his wife was thinking?

There were plenty of people in dresses and tuxedos inside the theater. He strolls around making everyone stand in their designated spots and stoop to welcome him. Security graciously moves the crowd aside to make room for him to approach the magnificent throne of the theater.

Laszlos settles into his chair with gentleness and gives a head nod. Everyone in the hallway keeps to themselves. The owner moved right away, setting the champagne and wine glasses in front of him.

Hector nodded in agreement as he moved in the direction of the moderator. The curtain rises, and Eve begins.

Greetings, ladies.

Backstage was in a massive hurry. When word spread that the emperor would soon arrive, everyone hurried to their positions.

"Have you seen the ruler? He is very nice, generous, and youthful." The females chuckled and chattered in their native tongues.

"Astraea Vance, Miss. This is your first performance.

Sighing, she turned to face the mirror, took a few deep breaths, bent over, picked up her pointe or ballet shoes, and turned to go.

"Hector, call Mother informing her we will be arriving soon!" Hector gets up and walks away as he says this. With purpose, all of the surrounding lights vanished into the night, and the stage spotlight closed.

The performance began as soon as the musicians gradually turned on their instruments.

Laszlos is seen drinking wine when his heart starts to pound against his ribs. She glowed as she moved across the stage, twirling and swirling in the blue costume.

His heart was pounding nonstop, getting louder every second. This was not how it felt before. It was amazing, enigmatic, and unorthodox.

They briefly had the impression that the world was far away from them and that this was indeed the case. Her gorgeous smile and her brilliantly shining cerulean eyes were visible to him throughout the LED screen.

She was genuinely happy doing whatever it was that she was doing.

He closed his eyes, sighed, and turned to face Zale.

"We are heading out, Zale. Hector, Join me at Home After Benefaction!" He declared he was going to get up, and his bodyguard circled around and protected him from all sides.

With his troops after him, his huge steps traversed the overlaid floor. The driver quickly opens the door for him, and he tumbles inside the quickly moving vehicle.

Rodriguez Empire Real Estate

"The emperor is here!" Elizabeth was informed by the servants while she sat with Arawn. They glance at her as they nod collectively. She nodded and ambled away as footsteps shattered the silence of the mansion, and Elizabeth beamed Spontaneously.

"You both old couple can't help but trouble me!" Laszlos significant Italian accent left his lips.

"We are your parents, young Blood." Arawn scowled, and Elizabeth beamingly embraced her son tightly.

"Not having a feast this evening. This talk is crucial!" She says, and Laszlos expression changes to one of confusion. Arawn's smile surpasses all the males in the vicinity and mentally accommodates his son. They stooge and move on, leaving them by themselves in the living room.

His parents watched him intently as he studied peacefully in their lap.

"All Good?" He looked at independence, and they nodded affirmatively. After a period of intense staring at them, Laszlo leaned over to retrieve the water off the table before Elizabeth pushed it away to continue staring at him.

"You will be getting married in a month!" As he sat quietly staring at them, Arawn said. With no opposition, Elizabeth and Arawn exchange troubled glances.

"Lady!" Laszlos asked to look at them as he gulped down some water in a glass and looked at them.

"Astraea Vance is the daughter of Brian Vance. You will be meeting her tomorrow morning at brunch; she is now in Milan. Everything is systematized here."

Elizabeth pointed to her son's glasses as he studied them from his chair, seemingly uninterested in what they had to say.

I was unaware that Mr. Brian had a daughter.

"Text her address to me. I'll get to know her in person. There's no reason to put hardship on that young girl." As he starts to talk, Arawn interrupts.

"Not at all! You won't get to know her in person. I'm not sure what you will discuss with her. She is also not a little child. She and you are of the same age." Arawn said. Elisabeth nodded in agreement as László placed the glass on the table.

"All right! Tell the lady my entire description, though. Keep off the lurching!" László grinned and stood up, leaving the two astonished where they were.

"Did that boy just torment his father and mother?" Arawn exclaimed in disbelief, while Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sat down with concern.

"We are continuing where we left off. Now, nobody will support my son." Arawn melted when he saw her cry. He lets go of his rage and gives her a hug while they gaze at the deserted mansion.

"I'm going to marry that brat. Be at ease!" He responds, petting her once more.

It was a silent ride. He looked absently into the darkness, at the crossing lanes and the light. It was calm and peaceful. It was lovely and gracious, but it never felt like this again.

He slowly turns his penetrating stare to his men.

"Get me Brian Vance, ambiguous daughter, all the information." He charged, and as he gently inhaled, Hector recognized his head.