Betrothed to a Billionairee Mafia Heir

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🔘 R*p*

🔘 Sexism

🔘 Violence

🔘 Domestic Abuse

🔘 Suicide

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I looked at everyone, smiling, singing me a "Happy Birthday." I can't wait for them to finish and listen to them sing as I stare at my birthday cake with 5 candles lit on it. All I can think of is making my wish that I can't wait to wish for as I blow all those candles. It is on the 8th of September and it's my 5th birthday today. Everyone brought huge gifts that I cannot wait to open, most of them probably are stuffed toys and Barbie dolls which I have a lot of but it doesn't matter because I can't wait to play with them all.

"Happy birthday dear, Jean... Happy birthday to you!" The song finally ended. I excitedly blew all the candles and closed my eyes and whispered my wish in my head.

I wish that every day is my birthday so that I'll have more gifts and birthday cakes!

After making my wish, I opened my eyes and giggled as everyone cheered and clapped for me. I can always have everything I want. All I do is ask my Father about it. My parents love me very much and we live in a big house. They'll do anything to make me happy but most of the time they are busy doing work that's why they compensate for it by giving me anything that I want.

My mom held out her hand to me and asked me to come with her. I pouted and pointed at the cake because all I wanted was to eat it. The cake is pink and I can imagine it tasting like strawberries. My mom laughed, "You can have a slice later dear, I just want you to meet someone."

I groaned and held onto her hand and followed her. She led me to an old man holding a kid with him. The old man looks scary, he looks so serious. He looks like he could eat me at any moment. The kid, on the other hand, looks a little taller than me. He has straight brown hair with pretty green eyes, his lips were flushed like roses. I looked at my mom and try to cover my mouth from the two people and whispered, "Mommy, who are they?"

"That is Mr. Moretti dear and that is his son, Matteo. Say hi to them love."

I looked at them and gave them a huge smile, enough to show all of my teeth, and held out my hand for a handshake, "Hi! I'm Jean! Nice to meet you!" Matteo seemed to be shy, he is so silent. He is just like his dad having a straight face. Isn't my birthday party enjoyable enough?

After holding my hand out for about 5 seconds now, he finally shook my hand saying monotonously, "Hello, I'm Matteo. Happy Birthday." He handed me a small gift which I am disappointed by how small it is but I took it anyway.

"Why so serious? It's my birthday and you look sad. Come on let's eat cake!" I said holding my hand out to him and he was just standing there staring at it. I sighed and grabbed his hand and pulled him to come with me to the table. Auntie Hilda was there talking to the other guests. I tapped on her arm to get her attention. She turned to me and smiled, "Yes, Jean?"

"Auntie Hilda, can you slice us some cake. We're hungry." I pouted and batted my eyelashes. She laughed and grabbed a knife to cut us some slices. "Make it big Auntie!" I said as I pulled a chair out for Matteo to sit in. "You sit here," I instructed him and he silently obliged and I sat at my chair. Auntie gave us the cakes alongside with a fork. "Enjoy dear!" she said and continued speaking to her friend.

"So how old are you?" I asked him as I eat big bites from my cake. He ignored me and just ate the cake slowly. I sighed, slightly getting annoyed, "Don't you have any friends? Why are you so qu-"

"I'm seven." He said cutting me off,

"See, you can talk. I'm five. But you already know that now, hehe. Where do you live?" I asked,

"I'm just right down the street."

"Really? That's great! We could go out and play after school!" I said excitedly,

"I don't like going out."

"Too bad, you're my friend now. You will always be going out." I taunted him,

"I'm not your-" he was about to say but I cut him off, "Your name is too long, I'll call you Matt instead okay?" He was just staring at me confused but he just nodded instead.

My mom approached us and rested her hands on my shoulders. "Matteo, I'm sorry for my daughter. She could be so excited at times." Matt gave her a small nod in response. "I am supposed to introduce you to one another properly. Jean, I know that you are both very young but it is much better to know much earlier than to be shocked later on, isn't it? Matteo already knows about this." She said,

"Jean, dear, this is Matteo and you are supposed to marry him one day." My mom said, I looked at her confused and then looked at Matt, "He looks too boring to be my husband."

"You look too annoying to be my wife," Matt answered and I was shocked that he said something.

"Boo hoo, too bad," I said sticking my tongue out at him. My mother laughed and looked at me, "This is a serious thing, Jean, okay?"

"Yes, I know Mom. I know I'm five but I understand that that's how it goes in the family. That's what you and Dad have been telling me ever since." I said with a small smile. I'm actually not mad at them for having me reserved for a guy. My parents manage a business and they need connections to be stronger. It is something that I was able to understand even at such a young age. My parents will do anything to make me happy and I will definitely do the same for them. After all, looking at the guy who I am supposed to be married to, he doesn't look that bad. He is actually pretty cute despite his emotionless face. I stared at him as he eats his cake. He looks so quiet as if his world has been so dark even for a child like me. Looking at him made me want to change my birthday wish.

I wish to be the light in that dark world of his.

After that day, after school, I always go straight to their home right down the street to visit him. Although every day he will shut the door to my face as if he hated me so much. But I continued on and did not give up. It continued for weeks until he finally let me in into his house. The maid walked me inside their gates and their house is definitely much bigger than ours. They have a beautiful garden with a fountain in the middle. Their walls were the color of ivory with large windows.

They let me into their house and led me to Matteo's room. He was there on the floor playing games with the PlayStation. The maid left the room for us to be alone. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat beside him. "What are you playing?" I asked,

"What do you want?" He asked me in a rude tone.

"Why are you so mean? I just want to play with you. We are friends remember?" I said to him getting annoyed,

"I never called you my friend. I don't have any." He said,

"I am one and you'll marry me someday anyway. Hmm, if you're going to marry me then that makes you my boyfriend." I said teasingly poking him but he ignored me and continued playing his game. I sighed and said, "If I beat you on that game, we'll be friends?"

"You can't play this, you're a girl. Girls can't play videogames." He said,

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, "Now you're really challenging me."

He groaned and said, "Fine as if you're going to beat me anyway."

We played the game and I keep on laughing at his reaction as I am slowly beating him to the game. Little did he know that I have the same game at home and have been playing it every time. The game finally ended and I looked at his shocked face and laughed, "Girls can't play videogames you said? Guess you're my friend now."

From then on, I made efforts to make him open up to me and be enough for him to classify me as his friend. From the moment I saw him I know, he has something locked up in there somewhere which causes how he is always sad. I always talk to him, hang out with him, in any way I can.

Years later, we are close enough that we basically know everything about one another. We are going to the same school by middle school, I found out that his family is rich by doing bad things for a living. His family is one of the powerful mafias known in the world. He trusted me enough on it that he told me to keep it a secret. I'm the only one he talks to but I also hope that he could also have a friend who is also a boy he could relate to. Luckily enough, Keith, his classmate became so close to him that they were inseparable. He trusted him as much as he trusted me and that makes me happy.

I'll continue helping him leave that little bubble of his.

Jean's P. O. V

(12 years later)

I am in the middle of my class in Biology, waiting for the time to pass. As much as this is my favorite subject, as I would like to be a doctor someday, having this as my last class for the day is really tiring that it makes you want to just watch the clock instead. The teacher is teaching about Genetics and how it works from one generation to another and all those things. I am already familiar with this because I spend some of my free time self studying at home.

Many years have passed and Matt and I are still great friends. We're close like brothers and sisters that we almost forgot and didn't mind the fact that we are to be married someday. It just feels like, arranged or not, we'll be able to meet there one day because that is how fate works. As much as we act as friends, we actually hardly act intimate towards one another. We are comfortable hugging each other for sure but that is just as friends but does not have meaning to it.

Finally, the bell rang and I quickly fixed my stuff into my bag and ran out into the hallway. I see Matt waiting there for me and I smiled at him. I gave him a tight hug and asked, "Where's Keith?"

"H-he had to do something, he said we could go ahead on our own." He said acting a little nervous.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? You can tell me anything remember?" I asked him, noticing the change in his behavior.

"It's nothing." He said and tried to laugh it off, "Hey, why don't we walk home. I already texted our driver."

I sighed, "Guess that gives me no choice," we walked out of the school together and the majority of the walk is so silent that it gets me a little uncomfortable to be honest because we are not usually like this.

"All right, I know something is bothering you so why don't you just go ahead and te-" I said but he cut me off,

"You wanna go out tonight?" He asked, looking into my eyes and I could see how nervous he is.

"Sure, we always hang out anyway. Geez, why so nervous?" I asked with a laugh,

"Ugh, not as friends Jean. I'm asking you out on a date, dumbass." He blurted out. I looked at him shocked.

"You know you don't have to do this right? I mean, I am going to be your wife someday." I said with a small chuckle.

"I know but I'm not asking you because I have to but because I want to. I don't want to marry you in the future because our parents asked us to but because I actually like you," he said, "now you made me say it out loud. I hate you now."

I stared at him shocked. He actually likes me. My lips formed a smile. Maybe I was unconsciously waiting for this moment. For years I was right beside him knowing where it would lead to but I didn't think of what will happen on the way. This is happening much better than I thought. It feels like there was this added spice on this one-way journey of ours and I couldn't be happier.

"Well about time that you ask me out. Sure let's go out." I said smiling at him and held his hand. He smiled back at me. "Is that why Keith is not here?"

"Yep, I asked him to give us some privacy.

He knows how much I wanted to ask you this for a while now you know, I'm just too much of a chicken to do so. I'm not sure why though, I'm Matteo Moretti. As if you're something special, pfft." He said rolling his eyes teasingly,

I glared at him, "Well then, go out on your own tonight," I said walking faster to be ahead of him. He laughed and took my hand and pulled me back.

"I'm kidding, okay?"

We finally arrived at my house and we stopped right in front of our gate. He pulled the hair on my face and put it behind my ear. "Dress pretty for me okay?" He said with a wink teasingly. I rolled my eyes and went inside my house and shouted goodbye to him. I walked straight into our front door with a smile plastered on my face, still shocked that he asked me out. My eyes widened, suddenly realizing that I did not ask where we are going. I hardly know what am I going to dress for. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. He eventually replied, " secret ;) ".

I rolled my eyes and opened my closet and look for something that is just casual but pretty enough to wear on a date. I found a black floral dress with a ribbon on its collar and plan to tie it with some black ankle strap sandals with 2-inch heels. I am not very tall. I'm just five feet flat, I was hoping I could be taller but now that I'm 17, maybe this is as high as I can get.

I rested on my bed for an hour and then went ahead to go to the shower. I slathered on some shampoo on my hair and then proceeded to wash my body with some soap. After that, I did a simple makeup. Just a nice dewy foundation and some concealer alongside brown neutral eyeshadow for my eyes and a nice coral nude lipstick. I also added some highlight and blush to add some color to my cheeks. I put on some nice earrings and a necklace with a small diamond pendant on it. The necklace was Matt's first gift to me when I met him when I was five. I remember being so disappointed by how small it is. Now that I'm all grown up, it is actually one of my favorites. I was done doing my makeup after an hour and I checked the time and it is already 7 pm. I quickly put on my dress and my shoes, grabbed a small black purse, and inserted my necessities. After I am done, I heard a knock on my door.

"Yes?" I asked,

"Ms. Jean, Mr. Mateo is waiting for you in the living room." I heard, Tina, our maid, said through the door.

"Alright, I'll come right out."

I opened the door to my room and she greeted me with a bow. I smiled at her, "I told you all that you don't have to do that around me. Tell Mom, I'll be out with Matt, okay?" I asked her kindly.

I walked straight into the living room and Matt is there sitting on the couch scrolling some things on his phone. He heard the clacking of my heels against the wooden stairs and looked at me. His eyes landed on me and I can see him having him being breathless which made me chuckle a little bit. He walked towards me with his hands in his pocket. He is wearing a casual coat and pants matched with brown suede shoes.

"We've been friends for years and this is the first time I see you dressed up without a formal occasion. I never knew you could do it on your own," he remarked,

"How dare you? How can you not know I actually enjoy making myself look nice?" I said rolling my eyes,

"You look pretty." He said and held my hand.

"Let's go?"

I nodded and we both walked out of our home and his car is parked right in front of our gate. Matt opened the door of the passenger seat for me and I hopped in. He started the engine and started driving. The rest of the night was great, we had dinner at a nice restaurant and talked about stuff. It's not the same compared to our usual hangouts. It is different. It has something else and that makes me happy. When I thought things will not be intimate with us, he decided for us to go further. We were not stuck somewhere. After all, we've already had this ongoing chemistry between us, what difference does it make?

It was already around 10, gladly it's a Friday so we don't have school tomorrow. It is okay to stay up late. We are walking around the park and enjoying the chilly evening. Matt removed his coat and placed it over my shoulders. "You must be cold," he said. I muttered a thank you to him.

"It's late already," I said.

"Yep, 10:45 to be exact," he said looking at his watch.

"I don't want to go home yet," I said pouting my lips.

"You could stay at my place for the night,"

My eyes widened, shocked at his suggestion. "Hey, we're only on our first date. It's a little too fast don't you think?"

He lightly smacked my head at my statement, "Not like that stupid. I mean we could hang out and play videogames like we always do. We always do that. Can't believe you're too excited to have me," he scoffed

"Ow, way to impress the girl on the first date. And I am definitely not excited to go on that route with you!" I exclaimed and then whispered under my breath, "knowing how small you are how could anyone be excited?"

"What did you just say?"

I laughed and ran straight to his parked car by the street. We drove straight to his home and while on the ride I texted my Mom that I will be staying with Matt for the night. She was always fine with us hanging out no matter how late it is because she trusts Matt enough to know that he respects me.

We went straight to his room and turned on his PS4. We spent hours playing the game and before we know it, it's already 2 AM. We got tired of playing for a while and just sat on the floor.

"Jean, I have something to tell you," Matt said in a serious tone.

"Yeah, yeah. I know you love me," I joked

"No, not that. I'm serious." He said,

"Fine what is it?"

"After high school, I have to move back to Italy with my Father,"

"You mean that scary Father of yours? Does that mean you won't come back here?" I asked worryingly,

"I will be back but it will take longer. It might take 5 years or more." He explained,

"Why do you have to go? Why can't you just stay here?"

"I'll be the heir to everything that the Moretti's own. I'll be the Don of our Mafia.

Father will be taking me there to train and teach me how to be a leader," he stated, "I'm telling you this because I hope that you would wait for me."

I looked at him with sadness in my eyes.

Wow, 5 years without him and maybe even more. I know despite that long time, we'll be together again anyway. We just have to be patient. It will take time but we just have to be patient. Our fate is not unfortunate. What matters in fate is the finish line and that finish line has already been decided for us when I was born, literally.

"Of course I would. When you come back here, I will be right at the airport waiting for you. Just call me from time to time okay? You know how I easily worry about you know how much of a baby you are," I said sadly with a small chuckle.

He cupped my cheek and gave me a small smile. "Are you sure you really want to be mine? If you don't have to marry me someday, will you still be willing to be mine?"

"Of course I do."

He pulled out a small box from his coat and opened it. It's a rose gold ring with a small diamond in the middle that has two smaller diamonds beside it. I looked at him wide-eyed, "What's that?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You should really stop assuming for something too advanced. You've been doing that all day! It's a promise ring, dummy. I want it to be something for you to remember me by while I'm away. Even if I take too long or even a decade, know that I will come back eventually, okay? You were born to be mine after all."

I smiled, nodded, and held out my hand, and slid the promise ring on my ring finger. He looked into my eyes and then into my lips. He slowly leaned closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and all I felt was bliss. He is the one manipulating the kiss. His hands moved down to my waist and traveled down grazing my thigh giving it a light squeeze. I moaned softly as our lips collided with one another. He slightly pulled away, both of us are panting and out of breath. "Will it be okay with you?" he asked.

I looked at him, hesitantly, slightly nervous. "If you don't want to, we can stop right n-" he said but I cut him off, "No, it's okay. I'm ready."

He looked into my eyes to make sure I am certain of what I just said. He started carrying me, his hands carrying me from my thighs. I continued smashing my lips against his. Just the taste of it is so addicting and it only makes me want more. He gently set me down on his bed. He's staring at my face, observing each detail carefully. He removed the hairs that are all over my face and muttered under his breath, "You're so beautiful."

He untied the ribbon on my collar and slowly unzipped my dress, exposing each inch of my skin every second. He planted kisses on my lips, my cheeks, going down to my neck. He removed his shirt, showing his bare chest. I eyed his body, digesting every little detail. He pushed me unto the bed. We looked into each other's eyes and he smiled, "I can't do this."

I looked at him confused, "What? Why?"

"I don't want to go to jail," he answered

"Huh?"

"You deserve respect, love. We can do it when that ring on your finger is actually the one for a wedding. I can wait for that. You only deserve the best. I do not want you because of your body. I want you because of you. We can do that when it's the right time," He said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

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Jean's P. O. V

(7 years later)

Years have passed ever since Matt has left for Italy. In the first few months, we often called each other and sent each other messages but as time passed, we hardly talk anymore. I still message him every single day to ask how he is but most of the time, it was either I was left on read or if I'm lucky enough, I'll get a message saying, "I'm fine." and that was it.

There are times that whenever I look at the ring on my finger, I tend to question if it still has the meaning it had 7 years ago. I tend to question what is the point of having it on my ring finger when the one who gave it to me hardly talks to me anymore as if he does not exist.

I graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Biology two years ago and now I am a Medical Student at Harvard Medical School, aspiring to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. I am currently at the library, self-studying. I have been making myself busy with studies lately in order to not overthink what is happening to Matt when all he does is ignore me. Honestly, I am slowly on the verge of giving up. I mean, seven years is a lot of waiting, what if it is all for nothing? I could be saved from my arranged marriage after all.

My phone suddenly vibrated, notifying me that I have just received a text. I checked my phone and turns out it is a message from my mom.

MUM 📬 2:21PM ✔ Hello, Jean. How are you dear? I'm good, Mom. I'm just studying right now. What's up?

ME 📮 2:22PM ✔ I'm sure you're all excited about tomorrow. Huh? What about tomorrow?

MUM 📬 2:27PM ✔ Didn't Matteo tell you he will come back to the US tomorrow? His Dad informed me yesterday.

ME 📮2:29PM✔ He's too busy these days and we hardly talk anymore. But I will come home tonight to wait for him at the airport.

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I fixed my stuff from the table and returned the books that I have borrowed. Good thing I do not have classes for tomorrow. I returned to my condominium and packed my clothes that will be sufficient enough for the weekend. I hopped into my car and started driving all the way home. It is a two-hour drive, something that is quite tiring as you are driving alone but I actually enjoy silent car drives. I still can't believe he did not inform me that he is about to come home. He made me wait seven years for him to come back and he won't even bother to take a second to inform me? I still haven't texted him about it. Maybe I would later when I get home. I can't help but wonder how he looks like now.

Did he get his last-minute puberty? I mean he's 26 now and I can't believe I don't know what my husband-to-be looks like now. I remember him being a little thin back then but with the slightest amount of muscles.

Will he still be the same as he was back then? I know he's been ghosting me for years now and it's weird for me to be excited despite the unlikable treatment but I do miss him so much and love him nonetheless. I'm still the same person as I was seven years ago and I am sure he is just the same, just more busy and have more responsibilities. We are not kids anymore and I understand that. I know Matteo, all he ever needs is someone who understands him. I'm one of the only few people who do that for him, who am I to not do that for him?

Two hours later, I am already parked at our home in Connecticut. The maids assisted me in carrying my bags for me. I thanked them politely and proceeded inside my home. I saw my Mom sitting in the living room watching some soap operas. I gave her a peck on the cheek and hugged her. It's been a while since I was able to go back home. I really missed her a lot. "Where's Dad?" I asked.

"He's doing work dear. You know how busy your Father can be," Mom stated and I nodded in response. Dad has always been busy that he is hardly at home at all. I know we own a big business but does he have to be cooped up at his office every time? I am much closer to mom because she is the one who is mostly at home and always finds time to spend time with me. I appreciate them both but I wonder whether owning a corporation of restaurants is enough to make you busy every single minute.

"I will just rest in my room for a while, The two-hour drive is quite tiring. Love you," I said and went straight into my room. I jumped and laid at the comfort of my bed, letting the mattress and sheets devour my body. I sighed and pulled out my phone from my pocket. I decided to send Matt a message, "Hey, I just found out you'll be coming back tomorrow. See you soon! ❤️"

Knowing that it will take a while for him to actually reply, I went ahead and rewarded myself with a nap.

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The following day, I went straight to the airport. I'm not really sure when he will arrive so I just went there early and waited for him. I bought a bouquet as a gift for him when he comes back. I really am excited to see him again. I missed him a lot. Hours had passed and he has still not arrived. Matt didn't respond to my text last night and just left it on read again. Maybe he was just busy with work. I have heard that he was already trusted with the majority of their companies for the fact of how responsible and professional he is. I am sure he is a busy man.

Finally, I see him at the airport, he is wearing a nice black suit accompanied by several guards. My guess from yesterday was correct, he did have that last-minute hit of puberty. His jawline is more defined, his five o clock shadow showing, definitely gathered a lot of testosterone while in Italy.

I rushed towards him and gave him a tight hug. His guards were appalled as someone suddenly approached their boss, almost on the verge of attacking me when Matt raised his hand to stop them.

"How are you? I missed you," I said as I remained my arms wrapped around him.

"Good thing you're here already. I have some time until 3:00 pm, we could have some lunch. I have to tell you something," he said looking at his watch in a monotonous voice. I pulled away from him, looking up at him confused. He seems cold. I thought he would be a little more excited as I am to see me again but I guess that's just me. I nodded in response. I followed him outside the airport with his guards walking behind us. A car is there waiting for him outside. The driver opened the door for us and we hopped in.

The whole ride was awkward and silent since I do not know how to communicate with him anymore. He just seems different.

It seems like the Matt I have known for over a decade suddenly disappeared and was possessed by somebody else. He kept a straight face the whole ride and occasionally checking his phone. If he always has that on his hand, why doesn't he bother to talk to me even for just a few minutes while in Italy?

The driver dropped us off at a fancy restaurant. Matt was just passing through the whole queue of customers waiting for their turn. I followed behind him. The waiter assisted us and led us to a private room table where we are supposed to sit. The waiter took our orders and left us.

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For a few minutes, there was a dreading silence between us. Only the noise of the chattering of the customers could be heard. I am thinking of something to say to break the awkward silence. "So how was Italy? It's actually been a while before we could actually talk-"

"We'll be getting married in a week," he said cutting me off.

"W-what?" I asked,

"I only came here to get you. You will be moving back to Italy with me within the week. We will get married there." He stated

"Wait, this is too much. Isn't it too fast? You just came back and now you're planning our wedding? You haven't even given me an engagement ring yet. I have a med school. I am about to finish it after a year and a half. I can't just leave that all behind. I have been working hard to be a doctor ever since. You know that." I argued,

"An engagement ring you say?" He taunted.

He put his hand on the pocket of his coat and pulled out a box, "there you go. Problem solved."

I looked at him, disappointed and insulted. He used to treat me like a princess and now it feels like he looks at me like a rag doll.

"What happened to you? That's not you."

"And for that doctor thing of yours.

Remember that you are meant to be my wife. You are born to it. Drop out of med school and do what you are supposed to do, serve me."

"I'm not your maid," I argued

"Jean, you talking back at me for a while now really doesn't please me. Stay at your place or there will be consequences."

"What happened to you? Who are you? You are not Matt. I don't want this. I don't want to marry you anymore," I said, my eyes starting to get teary-eyed. I can't believe I'm getting degraded by someone I love. This is not him. Matt respects me. Matt understands the things I deserve.

"Baby girl, you have no choice. You are betrothed to me. Do you even know what will happen if you break such a contract?"

"It was just meant to strengthen my family's business. What contract are you talking about?" I asked confused that I almost feel like everything is falling apart right in front of my face.

"Your parents are lying to you. Wow, 26 years and you still have no idea. How stupid are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"That house of yours, that clothing of yours, everything you own, wouldn't have been yours if your father didn't sell you to my family when you were born. Your father is good friends with my father and they have their own businesses doing well until your daddy dearest did something stupid and went bankrupt. He begged my father for help but of course, my father wouldn't do anything with nothing in exchange.

Coincidentally you were born and my dad wanted you as my bride and your dad as his puppet, the end."

"W-what?"

So all of the things I have are something I have to pay for with my life? Is that it? Is that why Dad is always not at home? Is it because he was busy doing dangerous things too? I thought we were just a normal family just fortunate enough to have money.

Who knew that I am the cost of it all?

"What if I don't want to marry you anymore?" I asked again. Maybe there's a slight hope I can get out of this. Maybe.

"Simple really. You and your family's name will be on the news, maybe tragically died in an accident?" He said with a smirk,

I felt my whole being fell out of my body. I guess I really am tied to this. I was okay at it at first because Matt was a good person.

Who knew 7 years could change a person this much? I feel like all those years of being with him were all just a lie and a waste of time. I do not know what to believe. I looked at the ring on my finger and remembered the time he gave this to me. I turned my eyes towards him and wondered whether is it really the same person I've fallen in love with ever since I was 5.

He looked at his watch, checking the time. "I'll have you sent home by the driver. I have meetings to attend. Pack your stuff as soon as possible so that when we leave you'll be ready," he instructed and then left the room.

And before I knew it all I can feel are tears rolling down my cheeks at the sudden turn my life become within a day. I grabbed the box and opened it. It indeed is a beautiful ring but looking at it saddens me. I have always imagined the day that he will propose to me and I always thought of it as something so magical and romantic. Who knew he would just throw in front of my face?

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