The King Maker's Bride

a wasn't a weakling but she needed her father, it was ironic because most of her growing years, he had been her funny and charming father, he had never really been her protector, as early as

sure of how much and how long they would be in the mood to keep her as a staff. Her box apartment was perfect for her, the same as her box office and her tiny car, she was sure they would always be there. So his wealth didn't intimidate her, it was what he would do to her that scared her. She hated being helpless and she hated Adrian Russo. The door opened and the same maids from earlier trooped in but this time there were two additional ones and they were moving with urgency. The one on the front held a box in her hand and she walked over to Emilia. "Good afternoon Madam, Master just arrived, and he has said you must be ready in ten minutes." She muttered and pushed Emilia into the wide closet linked with the room. "What the hell for?" Emilia protested and the maid gave her a note. She read it and her eyes widened in surprise. "What the hell? I am supposed to make this decision! Where is Adrian?" "He is downstairs, he says you must be drsssed when he sees you. So stay let us do that for you," she responded pulling of the crappy outfit she had on. Emilia was outnumbered Becase soon, the other ladies joined them and while the girl brought out a dazzling dress the others worked with her hair Where is she?" Adrian's chill as ice voice called as he entered the room, she stood up quickly and went to meet him there. "Why are you such a brute? What is all this about?" She cried and he shook his head, running his hands through his full head of hair. "Your father has passed his verdict, he agrees that you remain with me, I'm a kind person and I want to save your dignity so there's a priest waiting for us downstairs. I heard you were a catholic, so I bullied him here. He would wed us and in six months, you can go do what you want. Dress up." He ordered and Emilia knew she couldn't do anything. She stared hard