Unwanted: Marriage To The Unknown Rebellious Heiress

As Viola got off the plane, she inhaled the alluring San Francisco's air, a city she had left many years ago. Her parents had longed for her to attend a school in California, but she is a free spirit. She relishes her independence.

Before her departure at the age of 18, she dwelt with her grandmother at the Linn Mansion. Her grandmother was her childhood companion, as her parents' fun for life consumed their time. After eight years of being apart, she has returned, and it seems she is here to stay.

"O. M. G! Viola, you have grown so tall, and your beauty! Gosh!" Jojo exclaimed at the top of her lungs, capturing the attention of bystanders. Viola spent her young years with Jojo, one of her closest friends, who resides near the Linn Mansion.

When she left eight years ago, she knew Jojo was saddened. Despite her departure, they maintained their friendship through consistent communication. And now, as they reunited, she simply rolled her eyes. "Jojo, we Facetimed yesterday. I informed you to come pick me up." Jojo drew her in for a tight embrace.

"My friend, I have deeply missed you." After letting go, she took Viola's luggage. "Are you here for the long haul?" Jojo pondered.

Viola sighed. "It appears my adventures have concluded. I am prepared to take over the Linn business." As she exited the airport, she held her head high. In all honesty, Viola was not yet prepared to bid farewell to her escapades. For years, attending a fashion institution in Italy has been exhilarating, allowing her the freedom to do as she pleases. And during that time, she even fell in love with Dusty. They are now two in their relationship, and he has vowed to visit her and meet her parents.

"Come on and hop in," urged Jojo as she unlocked the doors. With a grateful nod, Viola slid into the passenger seat. "Where shall I take you?" Jojo asked.

Viola settled back into the chair, facing Jojo. "Home. Take me home." She said, closing her eyes as she felt the cool evening breeze through the open window. She couldn't wait to surprise her family, especially her unsuspecting grandmother, Avery Linn

However, Jojo had different plans. "No, I'm not taking you to the Linns' mansion," she stated firmly.

Viola's eyes flew open, and she turned to look at her, confused. "Why not?"

Jojo chuckled, her foot pressing down on the accelerator. "Because, my dear, I am taking you hostage."

Viola's heart immediately began to race as she clung to her seatbelt. Was she serious? Was she really abducting her?

Jojo chuckled. "Viola, you can't go home. Not yet," she continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You've only just returned to San Francisco. Enjoy your freedom while you can, because once you take over the family business, it won't be so easy."

She was right, Viola pondered. Her grandmother was strict, to say the least. She doesn't even allow alcohol in the mansion.

Viola let out a sigh, her thoughts drifting to her family. But she quickly pushed them aside. Tonight was supposed to be about fun and relaxation, not stress and family drama. "Fine, where are you taking us?" she asked, resigned.

Jojo's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "There's a club nearby that's supposed to have a huge crowd tonight."

"A club? Are you insane?" Viola exclaimed.

"What? Maybe you'll find a hot date there," Jojo teased.

Viola crossed her arms and pouted. "I already have a boyfriend, Jojo, and we're planning a wedding soon." she gestured to her outfit, clearly not appropriate for a club. "I'm not dressed for it, so I think I'll pass."

"Trust me, Viola, you're all set to go," Jojo assured, taking control of the wheels with one hand while the other skillfully adjusted Viola's hair. In addition to her flat sandals, she was clad in a flowing, backless printed gown and a denim jacket. "No one will suspect you as the Linn heiress. People are eagerly anticipating your return. By the way, I heard from your mother."

Viola rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you didn't inform her of my arrival today."

Jojo replied, "I did not. Even if I do, she isn't around and hasn't been for years."

"Yeah. Her and dad are preferably somewhere making out on an island." Viola rolled her eyes. "Aren't they just too old for that?" Jojo chuckled as she smoothly brought the car to a stop. Viola peeked outside for a brief moment, leaning against the window. "Are we there?"

Jojo opened the door and stepped out, emerging from the car to assist her. "Here we are, at the Tropic Thunder," she announced, her eyes scanning Viola's attire with a critical gaze.

"What is it?" Viola inquired.

"We must rid you of that jacket," Jojo declared.

Viola immediately crossed her arms in defense, stating, "Absolutely not. You are not touching my jacket," preventing Jojo from attempting to take it from her.

"Come on, Viola Linn. We want you to enjoy your return. Luckily, no one knows the heiress's appearance." Viola sighed, realizing Jojo was right. She needed to fully commit to this charade and finish the evening swiftly. Goodness, she cannot wait for this night to be over.

After Jojo retrieved Viola's jacket and placed it in the car, they made their way inside the bustling club. As she had predicted, there were countless individuals present.

"Follow me," Jojo ordered, seizing Viola's hand as she pulled her towards the bar. "Two shots of your strongest liquor, please," she requested from the bartender.

Viola interjected instantly, "No, thank you. I will stick to rum."

"Disregard her. Two drinks, please," Jojo persisted, not taking no for an answer.

Viola took a seat on the lengthy bar stool, eyeing her surroundings as she watched people dance to the music. There was simply no way she would be able to last the entire night. Jojo would have to stay put while she makes a dash for it.

"Relax, Viola," Jojo said. She looked at Jojo as she was handed her drink. "It won't hurt, I promise. He's rumored to make the best shots."

Viola eagerly took the alcohol and downed it in one gulp. "That's my girl!" Jojo exclaimed loudly, making her burst into laughter.

She then gave the bartender a knowing look. "Make me two more, please."

"I told you you'd enjoy it," Jojo grinned.

The music changed to a familiar tune. "Finally," Viola exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and pulling Jojo onto the dance floor.

Jojo leaned in and whispered, "I think you're getting high!"

"You mean wasted?" Viola shouted, laughing uncontrollably. Her body moved in sync with the music, or perhaps it was the alcohol taking effect. She and Jojo danced on and on, uninhibited. Tomorrow she will begin her life as an heiress, but for now, she wants to make the most of the evening.

"I'll be right back; I need more drinks!" Viola announced.

"Alright, Viola. Just be quick."

Viola went up to the bartender and took her seat. She grabbed the drink he placed in front of her, her flushed cheeks growing hotter by the second. She couldn't control herself, so she downed it all in one go before reaching out for another. "Please, more," she pleaded with the bartender, who continued to oblige.

Suddenly, the drink was snatched from her. "Just because she asked for it, doesn't mean you should keep giving her so much alcohol," an unfamiliar voice scolded.

Viola scowled as she turned to face the man who had taken her drink. He was wearing a gray sweatsuit that matched, his face blurred but still recognizable. She was beginning to get drunk. He had ocean blue eyes that made her cheeks flush even more. "I want my drinks back," she managed to say without yelling at the stranger, gratefully recalling the composure she learned from her grandmother.

She supposed he noticed how enraged she sounded. "Very well, I shall provide you with your drink. However, do not devour it all at once. Your well-being may suffer if you do so."

Slightly taken aback, Viola took a deep breath. What in the world was he saying? All she wanted was her drink. "Sure. Can I have my drinks back now?"

He handed them to her without hesitation, his eyes briefly glancing towards the bartender. "I will take the rum, Ant."

Viola couldn't help but admire his graciousness. As his face turned to the side, she noticed his sharp features. It was clear that God had taken his time in creating such a handsome man.

Clearing her throat, she mustered up the courage to speak. "I apologize," she said, catching his attention.

He gave her a quizzical look. "For what?"

"For my rude reaction earlier. You were only trying to help. I'm not usually like this."

"Like what?"

Viola quickly averted her gaze and focused on the shots in front of her. "Rude. That's not me. Anyways, thank you." He nodded, and she couldn't help but give a small smile. "Oh, I'm Jojo. Jojo Smith." she extended her hand to him.

He returned the smile. "Brandon," he said, taking her hand. Viola couldn't help but hold back a laugh. "You don't strike me as a Brandon."

He chuckled. "And what is a Brandon supposed to be like?"

He was so charming. "Your blue eyes are stunning." She couldn't help but feel lost in his gaze.

"What?"

Her cheeks instantly flushed as she realized she was flirting. She awkwardly withdrew her hand. "I-I mean, you seem more like a Henry to me."

"Interesting." He continued to stare at her with a smile on his face. Viola could tell he was trying to flirt with her too. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jojo Smith," he said with a calm demeanor that sent shivers down her spine.

Jojo? She thought for a moment, relieved that she hadn't given him her real name. If he found out who she really was, her reputation would be ruined, and her grandmother would not be pleased. She forced a smile. "Likewise, Brandon." She said as she held his gaze for as long as she could, but all she could think about was how she would be killed by Jojo if she found out she used her identity.

Where the hell is Jojo? Viola pondered as her eyes searched the vibrant dance floor. Has Jojo departed without even informing her?

"Are you feeling alright?" Brandon probed with concern in his voice.

Viola managed a nod and replied, "Yes, I am fine. It's just that my friend, Viola, who brought me here, is not where I last saw her."

"It's no trouble. If she is not here, I can drive your home. Where do you reside?"

Viola couldn't help but choke on her drink as she laughed nervously. "You don't need to trouble yourself, Brandon. I will simply call an Uber." To her dismay, Jojo did not answer when she tried to reach her on the phone. If she intentionally left her behind, She would not hesitate to exact revenge when she tracks her down. Viola stood up and retrieved her purse from the table. As she attempted to dismount the stool, her legs became entangled, and she nearly fell until Brandon's steady hand caught hold of her waist. "Easy there," he said with a soft smile. That darn smile of his. She brushed the thought aside as she reminded herself of her Italian boyfriend, Dusty.

With Brandon's assistance, She freed her legs from their tangled state. "Thank you. You've saved me once more," She said with gratitude, gently pulling her hand away from his. "Goodbye, Brandon." She exited the bar and stood outside, welcoming the refreshing breeze. It was just what she needed.

Viola attempted to groom her unruly hair with her hand as she glanced in the direction of where Jojo had parked her car, but it was no longer there. Damn it! Did she abandon me and leave? Possibly with a man? She let out a sigh and retrieved her phone to request an Uber, but none were available. Despite being slightly intoxicated, she was determined to make it to Linn's mansion before the night ended.

Her grandmother's wrath will surely be unleashed once she hears what happened. She could already hear her half-sister, Korra and her younger sister, Anastasia snickering at her expense. Ever since she was told that she would be next in line to succeed her grandma, they have been trying to sabotage her image. This all started eight years ago, before she left for Italy. They were eyeing for the title, but Korra was not a legitimate child according to Avery Linn. She was the result of an affair, while Anna, her little sister, is six years younger.

"Thank you for ruining my life, Jojo!" Viola shouted at the ghosts.

As soon as she felt her stomach start to growl, she ran to a nearby area to throw up. As she looked up, she became aware of how cold it was. She wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the chill, mindlessly walking without any specific path in mind. She was confident that she would eventually find her way back home.

Viola continued walking then she suddenly heard a car honking behind her. She paid it no mind and kept going, but the car persisted, trailing her closely. Frustrated, she came to a stop and let out a heavy sigh. When she turned around, the bright lights of the car shone directly into her eyes.

To her surprise, she recognized the person inside the car. It was Brandon. He rolled down the window and called out to her, "Come on, let me take you home. I can't let you go back alone in this state. Plus, it's freezing cold."

Viola didn't think twice and accepted his offer. The weather was indeed chilly, and she didn't want to risk getting frozen. She got in the car and immediately felt a sense of warmth and comfort. She leaned back and closed her eyes, her arms tightly wrapped around her.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and realized that Brandon was carrying her in his arms as they entered an elevator. Did my grandma rearrange the whole place while I was away? Viola pondered as she looked at her changed surroundings and lost in her own thoughts, she drifted off to sleep once more.

When her eyes reopened, the sound of water being poured into a cup reverberated in her ears. In front of her stood a well-built figure, dressed in a white tee.

Where am I? she wondered, scanning the unfamiliar room. Surely, her grandmother would never allow a boy to spend the night if they weren't married. So, this had to be a dream. It had to be.

"You're awake," the deep voice confirmed her suspicion that a boy was indeed in the room. And this wasn't just a dream.

Startled, Viola sat up and clutched the sheet close to her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked, perplexed. "Did my grandmother actually let you stay without scolding you?"

"What are you talking about?" He approached her, holding out a cup. "This is lime water. It'll make you feel better."

Her confusion only grew. There were plenty of maids who could bring her lime water. Why did it have to be Brandon? "Wait, are you staying the night here?"

"Yes, Jojo, I am," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Why?"

"Why?" He scoffed. "I'll tell you why. This is my house, Jojo, so of course I'm staying."

Her mouth hung open in disbelief. She couldn't even process it. "Your house? That's not possible."

"You are in my bed, Jojo. Before I could ask you where you live, you dozed off. So, I couldn't take you home," he explained.

"Oh." It suddenly dawned on her why everything looked so different. She reached for her purse and was shocked by the time on her phone. "11:45?" she couldn't possibly go home without a ride. She got out of Brandon's bed and handed him the empty cup. "You have to drive me home right now."

But he grabbed her hand as she tried to exit. "You can't leave tonight. It's late. I promise I'll take you home tomorrow."

Viola shook her head. She has absolutely no intention of staying the night in the same home with a man she just met.

"You can take this room. I will sleep in the other one." Brandon gestured towards the room next door. "The bathroom is just over there." He pointed to the door before heading to the closet. "And here's a fresh shirt for you to wear after you're finished cleaning up." He then let out a deep sigh. "Don't worry, you're safe here."

Viola decided to trust his words and placed her bag on the bed, then headed to the bathroom. As she turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, she couldn't help but hum in contentment. The warmth of the water and the way it cascaded down her body was soothing.

When she finished, she realized she had forgotten to bring a towel, or the clean cloth Brandon had given her. As she opened the door and peeked out, the lights were suddenly out, enveloping her in complete darkness.

Viola strained her eyes in the darkness. "Brandon? Are you there?" she called out, realizing she was completely naked. She waited for a response, but all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing.

"Calm down, Jojo," Brandon's voice finally broke the silence which made Viola relieved. "This has never happened before. I'll go find some light for you to use."

"I have my phone in my bag, which is on your bed with the clothes you gave me. Could you help me find them?" she asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Of course."

She waited, then she heard his footsteps getting closer and soon she could feel his presence. "Here you go. Can you see me? I couldn't find your bag, but I do have the clothes."

Viola's hands searched for him in the darkness, finally finding him and retrieving the clothes he offered. But as she was struggling to put them on, her foot slipped on the tiles. Grabbing onto Brandon for support, she accidentally pulled him down with her.

In an instant, the lights came back on, and Viola found herself in Brandon's arms, her naked body pressed against him.

With a sudden gasp, Viola untangled herself from his embrace, realizing she had been in his arms for quite some time. Swiftly, she turned away and grabbed the nearby cloth, draping it over her naked body. She was quick to cover up.

"I apologize deeply," he spoke softly, standing up and averting his gaze from her.

His voice was rough, and she could sense his discomfort. Her own heart was racing, and she couldn't help but sneak glances to see if he was looking at her. However, to her surprise, he kept his back turned towards her.

"It wasn't your fault," She reassured him, standing up and fully clothed. "You can look now, it's okay."

But he still didn't turn to face her. Instead, he headed towards the door. "Goodnight, Jojo," he said before attempting to shut the door. However, he paused when her stomach suddenly growled.

Viola looked down at her stomach and wrapped her arms around herself. Why now? She wondered. Why was she suddenly hungry? Then it hit her - She hadn't been given any food since she arrived and was immediately brought to the club where she consumed alcohol.

"Come with me," he said, and Viola lifted her head to look at him. He was still standing in front of the door, looking as attractive as ever.

She slowly released her lips from her teeth and approached him, feeling awkward. As she got closer, he motioned for her to follow him, leading her to the kitchen. It was a spacious room, and if she weren't wealthy - if her family weren't wealthy -she would have been in awe. But having lived a life of luxury, she was used to such opulence.

"Take a seat, please," he offered.

Viola sat down and rested her chin in her hands, propping her elbows on the table as she watched him with a smile on his face. Was he going to make her a meal? No man had ever cooked for her before. Dusty certainly hadn't done so.

"What would you like to eat?" He inquired, focusing his attention on the expansive refrigerator. He strode over to it and opened the door, crouching to survey its contents. She remained seated, observing as he shut the fridge with a sigh. "Ah. My refrigerator is woefully vacant. Only chilled water and energy beverages remain within."

"It is alright. I can manage until morning."

He shook his head firmly. "No, I refuse to let you retire for the night with an empty stomach. It is already past midnight and I assure you; the night will be a lengthy one. Allow me to craft a light meal for you, considering the late hour."

Viola then let out a soft gasp. "Noodles?"

"Indeed." He strode over to the kitchen counter, while she settled onto a chair to observe his culinary prowess. Every woman desires a man who can cater to her needs and treat her with kindness, and this stranger was fulfilling those expectations effortlessly. His significant other will undoubtedly be blessed. He presented the dish before her, saying, "Here you go, Jojo." The fragrant aroma only encouraged her to consume it with greater haste.

"You have perfected the art of noodle-making." Viola confessed, acknowledging her own inadequacies in the kitchen. Throughout her life, she has been reliant on others to fulfill her needs. Even when she traveled to Italy, she had to employ workers and also resorted to eating out. However, the Linns have a distinctive ability to captivate those around them from the moment they enter a room, which always comes in handy when she makes a mistake.

"Why not give it a try?" He suggested with a smile.

Viola returned the gesture. "Thank you." Taking the first bite, her eyes lit up with delight as she gazed up at him. "My, you are truly skilled. Are you a professional chef?"

He chuckled, taking a seat opposite her. "Not at all. Anyone can make noodles."

Well, definitely not her. However, she refrained from vocalizing those words as she didn't want to appear boastful. As a feminine woman, she was willing to let a man take charge, even though she was soon to inherit a fortune. She continued to eat, feeling his attention on her. When she glanced up, she found herself lost in his captivating gaze.

The unyielding grip of this enchantment compelled her to struggle in vain for release, yet a persistent voice urged her to get closer. Electric sparks flew, undeniable in their intensity. It was as if an invisible string bounded them together. Her hands curled into fists, and then...she snapped. She could take no more. Damn it all! This will surely be a regret.

With determination, Viola pushed aside the now empty plate and leaned towards him. Her hands rested upon his shoulders, and she peered down at him, meeting his shocked gaze. She wanted him to take her, to take it all, yet he remained still, and it drove her mad. Perhaps it's for the best. By tomorrow, she'd have forgotten this- forgotten him.

She sighed in defeat and released her hold, but his firm grasp pulled her back to him, his passionate mouth covering hers.

He kissed her with such wild fervor that she never wanted to let go. Parting her lips, he delved his tongue into her mouth, igniting a fierce heat within her. Then he withdrew, leaving her gazing into two piercing blue eyes.

The moments they were apart felt like an eternity. She swiftly left her spot and darted around the table to meet him on the other side, both of them eager with haste. Back in his embrace, their lips crashed together once again, igniting a desperate hunger within them both. She could hardly catch her breath, yet she clung to him, feeling him move from top to bottom and back again, repeating the process as if claiming her entire mouth for his own.

She was dripping with desire, yearning for him to sweep her up and take her to his bed. To do whatever he pleased with his bewitching hands. To cast more spells upon her.

Just as she imagined, he lifted her up and carried her to the room designated for her. As he lowered her onto the bed, she sat up on her elbows to get a better look at him. But he paid her no mind as he leaned down.

Viola wondered what he had in store. She assumed that sex would be the next step. A seduction, then forgetting this night ever occurred. But he had other plans, for she felt his lips pressing delicate kisses to her thigh, the tickles sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

She experienced a sensation in her clit that she can only describe as ticklish. The intensity of her arousal was beyond words, and she could no longer resist the urge to act upon it.

As his kisses drew nearer, his index finger lifted her t-shirt, and he finally looked up at her. Her heart raced as he gave a slow nod, indicating his intentions. Viola mustered up the courage to shyly smile and give her approval.

His attention returned to her body as he bent his head again. One hand cupped her breast, while the other pushed her gently. As soon as she felt the wetness on her clit, she let out a satisfied gasp. And then it began - the sweet movement of sucking, licking, and teasing. She had no idea it would feel this good.

One hand gripped the bed while the other stayed on his head, pushing him back but also desperately wanting him to stay. Another gasp escaped her lips as his finger slid inside her, sending her into a state of pure bliss. She let him finish, and he pulled her up to her feet.

Standing in the center of the bedroom, he reached for her clothes and began to remove them, his gaze fixated on her rounded breasts. She returned the gesture, and soon they were both standing completely bare. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned in to kiss her once more, this time a quick one.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, and she watched as he disappeared for the cupboard. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she kept her eyes closed the entire time. She didn't want the image of his naked body or what he was doing to stay with her forever. Or did she? She was confused.

Viola heard the cupboard close, and he stood in front of her once again. "Look at me," he commanded.

She fluttered her eyes open slowly, and her gaze fell upon the condom in his hand. His slight grin told her he was the devil himself. She didn't want to be the innocent girl anymore. Tonight, she wanted to be bad. Just for tonight. It's not every day you get to have sex with the devil.

Summoning her courage, Viola boldly stated, "I want to do it. Give it to me." Stretching out her hand, she took the condom from him without hesitation, making sure he watched as she tore open the packet with her teeth.

She observed his lips in motion and was content that she seized control. For this night, she would be etched in his memory as the daring one. Leaning down, her gaze remained fixed on him as she secured the condom onto his member.

When she finished, she guided him to the bed and with a push, positioned him to watch her dominate. With slow nibbles on her lower lip, she straddled him. As his penis penetrated her, she emitted a slow gasp and began to thrust him.

His hands explored every inch of her body as she requested him to spank, choke, and treat her as a bitch. He was skilled.

He altered his stance and placed her on all fours - her back arched and hair pulling as he penetrated her from behind. Like that. Yes. Like that. Yes!

Viola screeched and moaned in pleasure, embracing every moment. She appreciated that he did not view her as fragile - as someone who could break. He changed positions once again, this time making her face him with her legs draped over his shoulders. As he continued to ravage her, she cried out, but her eyes remained fixed on his.

As her grip loosened and her body relaxed, she knew he was close to climax. Once again, she gasped and tightened her walls, causing him to let out a small squeak followed by a sigh of relief. He reached his peak and slowly removed himself from her.

Lying on the bed, not a sound echoed from the vacant rooms surrounding them. No one witnessed the exhilarating encounter they shared.