Taming The Cruel Mafia Billionaire

"So what do you think?" A drunk girl giggled, leaning in to kiss the blonde haired man underneath her.

The man grinned, grabbing her gently by her waist. "I think it's a very good idea. It's been long we had a beach party."

"I know, right?" She mused with a smile, her lips meeting his. They had their tongues in each other's mouth for a while until the sound of a ringing phone broke them off.

"It's coming from my private phone." She whined when he refused to let her go as he continued ravishing her with kisses.

"I know, but it won't hurt to let it ring a little bit longer." The man sighed, pushing back her hair as he sucked on her neck, giving her a hickey.

His words seemed to indulge her as she allowed the phone to stop ringing. However when it began ringing again, the redhead pushed her boyfriend away and sauntered towards the direction of her phone.

The influence of the alcohol quickly left her eyes when she saw the name sprawled across her screen. She shivered and answered, "Dad?"

"I want you in California in the next ten hours!" Came the cold response then the line went dead.

The man made his way to her and snaked his hands across her body. However, he stopped realizing she wants responding to his touches like before.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, holding her hand reassuringly.

"I don't know." She exhaled, "But my Dad wants me in California in the next ten hours. I'm afraid I have to leave immediately."

The man's grip on her tightened, his brows knitting tightly, "You think there's problem, Taylor?"

"I don't think there's a problem, Daniel. I know there's a problem. But I promise to contact you as soon as I get there, alright?" She sighed, rubbing his cheeks.

The man smiled and engulfed her in a hug. Afterward, she left to get ready. Daniel hesitantly took out something from his pocket. He held up the glittering round object for a while before slipping it back into his pocket.

Ten hours later, California, the Fairchild Residence

The hurried sound of footsteps couldn't be missed by anyone in the quiet mansion as Taylor hurried into the living room.

The helmsman of the family, Dante Fairchild, a middle-aged man whom Taylor got her redhead from, sat in the living room, absentmindedly changing the TV stations.

He was clad in his usual Italian tuxedo but had his jacket off at the moment. When he saw Taylor, a conflicted look came upon his face, but it was gone the next second.

His daughter had grown to be a very beautiful woman. Everyone in California knew she took after his hair colour and his blue eyes. But the pale and delicate skin, the beautiful oval face and the pointed nose all came from her mother.

Almost immediately, Ava Fairchild walked out of the kitchen, her face lighting up as soon as she saw her daughter.

"I haven't seen you physically in three years, sweetie. You seem to have gotten a lot thinner." Ava complained, looking her daughter over. Feeling the need for someone to back her up, she turned to her husband, "Or don't you think so, honey?"

However, Dante had something else to say. "I don't think we should prolong this discussion any further, Ava."

Ava's smile slowly faded before she cleared her throat. "She just returned, she should at least eat first."

Taylor glanced at her parents suspiciously before asking, "What is going on?"

"Nothing."

"You're getting married."

The two responses came at once, but only the second one caught Taylor's attention.

"I'm getting married?" Taylor asked in amusement, "Dad, Daniel isn't ready to settle down yet and I'm perfectly fine with it since I intend to advance my career either way..."

"I'm not talking about your celebrity boyfriend, Taylor. I'm talking about your marriage with Andrew Radford." Dante revealed, his gaze burning into Taylor's eyes.

"Mom, Dad, is this a joke? The last time I checked, this isn't the month of April. It isn't even close!" Taylor laughed, slumping on a couch, then quickly closed her eyes.

Deep within her, she knew her parents won't joke with such a sensitive subject. But still, she really wished it was one of their expensive pranks.

"I can't marry Andrew Radford. I already have a boyfriend." Taylor swallowed, biting back her tears.

Dante took his eyes off her as he said firmly, "I don't have a choice, Taylor. I might've made a dangerous bargain that puts the company in jeopardy. And to get out of it, you must marry him."

Taylor's phone chose to ring in that moment and she took it up to see it was a call from Daniel. Her chest tightened in pain as she silenced the call and looked up at the ceiling.

Andrew Radford. Even though she was hundred of miles away from California, she heard all about him and how ruthless he was.

People said he was sadist who enjoyed watching people harm themselves to entertain himself. It was even rumored he killed his father and step mother with his bare hands but he wasn't detained as there was no evidence to back those claims.

No one even knew what his house looked like or who his staffs were. Anyone who decides to go to the police claiming to have something against Andrew mysteriously dies shortly before any sort of court trial began.

Taylor had also heard a while back that her father and his father knew each other to a certain extent and for some reason, Andrew harboured great resentment towards her father. And now she was to marry her father's enemy?

She suddenly sprang up from the couch and rushed out with her car keys. At this point, death was a better option.

"Taylor..?" Ava called out worriedly, almost going after her but was held back by Dante.

"Let her go. She needs to clear her head." Dante said mirthlessly.

Ava wiped away her tears as she lashed out at him. "This is all your fault, Dante! And because of that, Andrew Radford, that sadistic little bastard, will take out his anger on our daughter. He'll torture her mentally, physically and emotionally until he's satisfied!"

As Taylor drove out of her parents' residence, her phone which was in her pocket couldn't stop vibrating. She couldn't count how many times Daniel had called in the span of ten minutes.

"I can't marry him. I'll never marry that demon! I know what I'll do. I'll run. I'll run so fast they can't find me. I'll run back to Daniel and we'll go to the farthest of the earth to start a family!"

She kept mumbling those words over and over again like someone who had lost her mind. She had no idea how long she drove within California aimlessly, but the next time she looked at the time, it was already six in the evening.

Her phone also had over a hundred missed calls, a dozen from Daniel and a dozen from her mother. She didn't bother to confirm her words as she stopped the car on a bridge.

Her eyes were blank as she overlooked the waters. Something in it looked so serene and wonderful and for a moment, she contemplated diving in.

It was better to die than to get married to Andrew Radford. Although far away, she heard a lot about him and his escapades. He was a monster with no feelings or regards for human life.

To him, he was meant to have anything and everything he desired. Surely, he'd go crazy if he didn't have her, wouldn't he?

As soon as that thought settled in, Taylor smiled broadly and crossed over the railing. The cool evening breeze came strong then, moving up her dressing as she struggled to gain a footing.

As she stood there, she reminisced on the past few months she had spent with Daniel. Her charming knight.

She had met him in the first role she played in a movie. That was four years ago. Their friendship had blossomed immediately and in a couple of months, they became inseparable.

In their years of being together, she discovered Daniel wasn't really who he said he was. But she didn't mind, after all, she had also left California for somewhere else because she was running from the duty of being Dante Fairchild's daughter.

It wasn't until a few months ago that she told him all about herself. But he seemed to already know. She hadn't asked him of his identity back then and now she was glad she didn't. Otherwise, she'd have been reeling with guilt.

If he was really from a wealthy family, then he'd get over her sooner and his family would find someone else for him to settle down with.

As soon as Taylor's mind settled down, she slowly released her grip on the rails.

At the moment, a certain man pushed everything on the table to the floor in frustration. He ignored his bleeding hands and kept dialing the same number over and over again.

"She still isn't answering. Why isn't she answering? Taylor always answers unless there's something wrong! Yes, there must be something wrong!"

Daniel was losing his mind as well. His eyes, which had reddened and become wild, glanced at the suited man before him.

"Is there something wrong in California, Philip?" He asked calmly.

Philip, a man who looked no less than 40, raised his eyes and unhurriedly shook his head.

"There's nothing going on in California, sir. But I did hear a rumor."

"A rumor? What rumor? Is the rumor, perhaps, the reason why Taylor isn't answering her phone?" Daniel asked hurriedly, scratching his head in the process.

"There's a rumor Andrew Radford is getting married to the only daughter of the Fairchild family, Taylor Fairchild." Philip revealed.

Something flew past him almost immediately, but the man didn't flinch. Not even the sound of the glass jar breaking into pieces or of its shards entering his back fazed him.

"Andrew Radford? Of course he has eyes on my bride! That makes sense." Daniel laughed out loud, clenching his hands tightly.

He bore no personal grudge against Andrew, but the two had crossed paths a few times and those incidents were far from pleasant.

Daniel Holt. The Holt family was a renowned family known in California and beyond. It was said the successor of the family fortune abandoned it claiming he had a passion for entertainment and since taking over the reins of the family meant leaving his life on set, he would rather abandon his identity as the successor of the Holt family.

Daniel was a stubborn one and Philip had used half of his life trying to convince Daniel to return back to the family. Who knew all he had to do was involve Taylor and everything would be solved?

"Fine. Let's return back to California. I can't stand the thought of that bastard getting married to my girlfriend." Daniel hissed, walking ahead of Philip.

"Mr. Holt, the marriage is a done deal. According to what I heard, Dante Fairchild fell into one of Andrews's traps. There's no way out for Taylor other than death." Philip brought to Daniel's notice.

Daniel paused, but said nothing for a very long time.

"Either way, let's get to California first."

Philip's phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out. When his eyes saw the news flash, he gulped down nervously and slipped back his phone into his pocket.

This..this isn't good.

The beeping sound. The smell of antiseptics. Those were the first things Taylor heard and smelt when she opened her eyes.

Why was she in the hospital? She clearly remembered jumping into the ocean.

She tried to get up, but couldn't as a pang of pain waltzed through her, pushing her back to the bed.

"Taylor! Taylor, you're awake! Thank goodness! I was so worried, baby!" Ava cried out, racing to her daughter's side.

Taylor's eyes settled on her mother's face. The puffy eyes and black eye bags underneath Ava's eyes made her heart break.

If she had died like she wanted to, she wouldn't be feeling this much pain.

"Why would you try to kill yourself, Taylor? Do you have any idea how worried your father and I was when we heard the news?" Ava berated tearfully, caressing Taylor's hand.

My father. Taylor glanced around the room in search of Dante.

"He didn't come." Ava revealed and Taylor turned to her. The woman forced on a smile as she continued, "Your father's reputation has been ruined as everyone now knows you tried to kill yourself. The company's stock price plummeted and,.."

At this point, Ava couldn't stop her tears from falling.

"What happened, mother?" Taylor asked anxiously, trying to get up again.

However, Ava pressed her back on the bed and caressed her face gently, "Whatever happened isn't your fault, baby. Your father was already deep in debt before this happened, okay?"

As she spoke, the door flung open and a man in suit walked in. He wore spectacles and carried a briefcase.

He glanced around the ward with a cold face, then proceeded to take out something from his briefcase.

"I'm Attorney Christopher Robert, Mr. Radford's lawyer. Here is the marriage certificate Mr. Radford instructed me to give you." The man introduced himself, dropping the file he took out which he identified as the marriage certificate, on the table.

"Marriage certificate?" Taylor tried to say, but her voice came out croaky and barely audible. She glanced at her mother who took her eyes away.

"I don't want to get married to Andrew Radford!" Taylor said defiantly, tearing the certificate apart.

Christopher clenched his jaw, but gave no other visible reaction. He reached into his briefcase again and took out another certificate.

"It's a good thing Mr. Radford asked me to prepare more than one, Miss Fairchild." Christopher said, meeting her eyes. There was a warning in it and Taylor got the message.

"Mother, why do I have to get married to him? Why can't I just work hard and pay every bit of money father owes back to him?" Taylor sniffled, turning to her mother.

Ava turned to face Taylor again and held her hands. Then looking into her daughter's eyes, she admonished, "Listen to me, Taylor. Your father and I have lost most things to Andrew Radford. So if you don't want us to lose everything, you need to marry him."

"But I don't want to..." Taylor whimpered.

"I know. I know, baby." Ava consoled, pulling Taylor into her embrace.

After much persuasion from Ava, Taylor took the pen Christopher offered and penned down her name on the certificate.

Christopher took it and left the ward without wasting any more time.

That same day, news spread all over California that Andrew Radford had gotten married to Taylor Fairchild in secret. And Dante's companies were handed back to him.

Three days later when Taylor felt stronger, she was discharged from the hospital and driven straight to Andrew's house.

As the Lincoln carrying her drove into the vicinity, Taylor felt a chill run down her spine. Unlike the Fairchild's residence which was always bustling with activity and people, she hadn't seen any human ever since they drove in.

The house was beyond beautiful but the colour it was in creeped out Taylor. Of course, only a psychopath would paint his entire house black.

"Welcome, Mrs. Radford." The driver stated and Taylor flinched.

Mrs. Radford? She felt her skin crawl at being called that.

The door was opened from outside and she tentatively got down. Her eyes caught sight of the gun holstered behind the man who had opened the car door for her and she unconsciously swallowed a lump.

Taylor was too scared to admire the beauty of the house when she stepped into the living room. At the same time, she finally saw a third person since she got to the residence.

The maid had her head lowered as she said, "Please follow me, Mrs. Radford."

Taylor followed her without question until they got to a room. The maid opened the door and motioned for her to go in.

"Mr. Radford designated this room for you. You can use the intercom on your bedside table to summon me if you need anything." The maid disclosed, turned around and left.

Just like the rest of the house, this room was painted in black. Taylor, who was a fan of bright colours like white, slid down the wall and wrapped her hands across her body.

She didn't know how long she stayed in that position until a knock sounded on her door followed by a voice, "Mr. Radford is back and he orders that you eat dinner with him. You have five minutes to get ready."

Five minutes? How could she get ready in five minutes?

The tendency to be disobedient tugged at Taylor's heart but something in her reminded her she'd be in a big mess if she delayed one second. Hence, she quickly changed her clothes and followed the maid outside her door to the dining room.

There were rumors Andrew was short and ugly as he hadn't shown himself to the public for years. So, Taylor expected to see such when she stepped into the dining room. However, she was literally blown away by the sight she saw.

He sat alone eating with an aloof and distant demeanor. When he heard them walk in, he stopped eating and glanced up, his grey piercing eyes seemed to look right through Taylor.

He had a stoic expression that revealed no emotion. He lowered his eyes again seconds later and continued eating. His movements were controlled and deliberate.

He had a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and a prominent nose. His hair was styled in a sleek and sophisticated manner, and his clothing was tailored and impeccably fitted. His posture was typically upright and confident.

"I said to be here in five minutes." His voice was magnetic, but there was nothing soothing about his words.

"I had to change my clothes and it took me a while to get here." Taylor responded, taking her eyes off him.

She could feel the maids around take in a deep breath, but didn't bother with them.

She heard him chuckle deeply. "You didn't read the marriage certificate, did you?"

"I didn't."

Andrew stopped eating. He dropped his cutleries and glanced up at her, his gaze icy, "Which is why I'm going to pardon you today. The next time you come later than I ask you too, I'll make your life very miserable."

Taylor met his cold eyes. She was sure she hadn't met him before in her life. So why was he looking at her like they had met before and she had done something bad and unforgiving to him?

"For coming late to dinner you're exempted from having dinner tonight." He concluded, got up and left.

She thought he was bluffing, but when she turned to the dinner table, she discovered the maids around were taking the dishes away.

"What are you doing? I haven't had dinner yet and I haven't eaten the whole day!" She yelled anxiously, but none of them paid her any heed.

"How can you be so cold and callous like the rumors say!" Taylor yelled angrily behind him.

Andrew stopped walking. The man stood straight with his back to her. Tilting his head to the side, he repeated her words, "Cold and callous? Indeed, I am cold and callous."

He snapped his fingers and someone came running into the room. "Boss."

"Take her to the basement. Turn off the lights and turn off the heater." Andrew instructed.

Turn off the lights? Taylor's eyes flashed with fear. She was claustrophobic! She would lose her mind without light even if she stayed for only a few minutes!

"No, don't touch me! I can't be in the dark! I'll lose my mind!" Taylor yelled with all her might, struggling to run away.

Unfortunately for her, Andrew's henchman was stronger.

Despite her pleas, Andrew coldly watched as she was dragged away.

Of course he knew she was claustrophobic. He had thoroughly done his research about her in preparation for this day.

Taylor Fairchild. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life and you'll live each day wishing it was your last.