His Perfection

other room in the VIP lounge. I searched for my phone and sighed in relief when I finally found the memory from last night opening like a fresh wound. Never in my life w

idation to get what they wanted. They had no qualms about using torture, murder, or destruction to achieve their goals. Their power was absolute, their reign unchallenged. They are the ones who made the rules, who decided who lived and died. And those who dared to cross them were dealt with swiftly and brutally. The Genovese crime family was a name that inspired fear, a name that commanded respect. They were the ones who ruled the shadows, and those who entered their world did so at their own peril. And I have walked into their den. My legs threatened to give away as I tried to find a meaning to why my parents would want me to get married to a familiar enemy. I raised my eyes to meet with dad . How long has he been standing there for? "I'm sorry, Amelie," he says. His voice was so low that it could pass as a whisper and I couldn't stop the tears from falling any longer. Everything I have even known has been snatched right out from me. Everyone I loved and trusted had betrayed me for their own Selfish reason. I stared at my parents one last time before running to my room and closing the door after me. What was I going to do now? I fell on my bed, my eyes heavy and tired. When I opened my eyes again,it was almost dark. I sat on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. A faint knock came on my door and my heart jumped. I was reluctant to open it but I did anyway. It was mom. "Get dressed, they are almost here" she says Before walking away. I close the door lightly. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as different thoughts run through my head, I peeled my clothes off then entered the bathroom. Of what use is it fighting? Shortly after, I walked out of my walk-in closet with a flare black dress with a strap. It was knee length and comfy. I style my hair into a messy bun and apply lip gloss on my dry lips. My eye briefly caught the bracket on my wrist. It was a gift from Timothy. His initials and mine. Not dwelling too much on it, I grabbed my phone and searched for his number but couldn't bring myself to press the call button, sighing, I pressed delete instead . And walked out of the room. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear voices and know the Genovese family had just arrived. I walked slowly to them. "Oh, this is our daughter, Amelie," mum's high pitched voice said as I froze. All eyes were on me now. I bit the inside of my cheeks nervously. In front of me was Mr Cody and his wife. "Hello dear, am Amira," his wife says in all smiles. One I couldn't tell if it was fake or not. "Hi," I replied. "Well, this is my husband, Cody," she further introduced. I forced a smile as I made eye contact with Cody Genovese. We both shared a knowing look. They will forever see me as an enemy so why are they hell bent on marrying me? "Well, let's move to the dinning now, hopefully we can talk some more till your son comes" my dad said happily. I felt sick to the stomach. Soon, we were all seated in the dining area and they talked as if they'd known each other for a while. I drank some water feeling too stuffy and uncomfortable. I excused myself from the table and stepped outside. I stood outside, my feet shoulder-width apart, and my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I huffed out a frustrated breath, my eyes fixed on some point in front of me. I stamped my foot on the grass, the soft earth giving way beneath my heel. The small action was a release of the pent-up anger and frustration that had been building inside of me. I felt trapped, like my life was being dictated by forces beyond my control. My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched, as I thought about my upcoming wedding to a Genovese family. I don't want to marry anyone, I don't want to be tied to a family like that for the rest of my life. I knew I had no choice. "Those poor grass blades would be wondering what they did" I spun around, my heart skipping a beat as I took in the sight of a tall, dark-haired man standing behind me. His piercing eyes sparkled with amusement, and his full lips curved into a sly smile. "Those poor grass blades would be wondering what they did," he repeated, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I felt my face flush with embarrassment