Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Love After Divorce
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
The CEO's Runaway Wife
Chapter 0001|A spoilt Princess
"You all are cowards!" Ron, my younger and if I'm being completely honest, sometimes I think my only brother yelled at my three older brothers whose stone-faced chiselled faces remained untouched with emotions. "You'll let her be married off just like that for some foolish alliance?"
I wrung my hands together thankful Ma Eleanor wasn't behind me to remind me of how improper that was for a lady even though we were in the 21st century because Romania Slovakia, a Russian by birth who had conquered one of the biggest European outfits, president and leader of the Shadows, also known as my father had a peculiar way of raising his daughter and by peculiar I mean coldly announcing my arranged marriage to his second in command's son a few minutes ago after a brief 5 minutes meeting with me and my brothers over a plate of medium cooked steak.
The thought that Ron, my baby brother felt betrayed and hurt truly showed how vulnerable and naive he was. He had just turned 15 so he was no less a kid like I was, a year back when I had come back home grinning from ear to ear after being offered a full scholarship to the Russian university and Dad had said he was proud of me. Even Brother Nicholas, my oldest brother and heir to dad's empire had let me drive his Lamborghini.
Nobody touches Nicholas' car but he had lied, pretended like I did have a shot at being great, happy like my life wasn't decided the minute I was born.
The only girl among 4 strong men who while they ploughed and trained hard in the dirt, got multiple injuries to show for their training, I learnt how to be pretty, play the pianoforte, and be an interesting side piece for any man my father finally finds worthy to give out his well-trained and well-mannered dog to.
"Look..." Mason started airily, six-foot-tall, blonde and a spitting image of my mother. I'm just quoting my uncle. Dad never talks about her, so I didn't know what she looks like even in pictures, sound like, if she would approve of how I love walking barefooted on the beach or just scold me, reminding me I wasn't like other girls and despite how curious I had been in the past nobody seems to want to discuss her.
She is dead and according to an exciting drunk outburst from Nicholas, I knew she was beautiful. Very beautiful. And that's the only thing I knew about my mother.
"Amelia!" Ashton snapped. At 23 he was already so Brusque, cold, curt and a spitting image of a man that more than their identical raven black hair and grey brilliant eyes, reminded me every day in more ways than one that family would always mean his outfit and everything else he owns lies in the altar of sacrifice to keep it great.
"Yes..." I mumbled realizing I had spaced out. Typical. Lost in my little magical world with fairies and elves.
Not.
"What do you think? Don't you think Jared is a good dude? He goes to your university right?" Mason repeated eying me while trying to put up an act of a blank face for Ron's benefit.
What do I think? I thought. Firstly, he isn't Jared, his name is Jackson at least know the name of the man you'll be calling Brother-in-law soon and who by the way is a piece of shit, playboy, and generally just an arrogant scum. Besides I'm freaking 18, I should be making out in a shabby motel with a sex playlist that would make me want to gouge out my eyes in the next 10 years, with a guy called Tyler Sly, who keeps a nice blonde bun but guess what else that isn't real apart from a cool name like Tyler Sly that rhymes, I could never say what goes on in my head.
I haven't for the past 18 years of my life. I always had to put everyone's feelings before mine, even though I'm the last thing on their mind.
I directed my gaze at the beach in a familiar green-blue slate... After a wave. You know, peace...calm. I think that's why I made here our spot, the only thing I ever managed to voice out amidst my other thoughts being buried amongst other stronger harder male voices, because the calm just reminds me that there just might be good out there.
Perhaps a kid was getting an iPad from a distant relative with no strings attached, a child could run with her hair unpacked and being blown by the wind, a girl was going to be a dancer, yes no education, fuck college, and everyone was respecting that even though they don't approve. Good that I couldn't see in the intimidating high wall of the prison called mansion I've had to endure for years.
"Yes, Jared. Nice kid." I licked my chapped lips and then managed a faint smile at Ron, knowing I'll be doing all the work after all of convincing him I was happy. "I like him alright."
"I don't think father would like you calling your soon to be husband a kid."
I spared a sidelong glance at my father's second seed who still hasn't understood that trying way too hard and being this dutiful doesn't make up for the fact that you'll always be his second son and after being a President of the Shadow, my father adores the traditional practical ways of running things thus making Ashton always end up being a runner up to Nicholas not because he wasn't smarter, deadlier, trained harder but simply because it wasn't his birthright.