Blade

Chapter 1: The letter

A/n: This book is currently being edited, so all chapters have been taken down to be rewritten. The chapters that are available have already been edited. To all new readers and rereaders, I apologize for this and hope you’ll be patient with me while I work on rewriting the book. Thank you for sticking with me this far.

Sienna

I tap my red painted nails on the desk in discontent, my eyes shoots daggers at the white envelope placed in front of me.

The familiar black cursive writing at the front of the envelope confirms my assumptions of what's written in the letter.

I don't move an inch to open it, instead I glare at it, hoping it will burn into a pile of ashes that I will throw into the river.

This is actually the 50th time that I've been receiving letters like this and I'll like to admit, it's getting more and more infuriating. Sometimes I wish I could just shoot a bullet through the dick head's skull or drag a knife down his heart to his stomach; which isn't possible unless I want to start a life long war.

I recline back on my chair and take the letter in my hand.

Blade's becoming more and more persistent with his marriage proposal which I've declined a million times but the man definitely does not take no for an answer.

When he wants something he goes through every means both legal and illegal to get it, and I just so happen to be the one thing he wants.

I rise to my feet and stride to the other side of my office, picking up the candle that's burning at the table next to my bookcase, I bring the flame to the envelope clutched in my hand and immediately, it catches on fire.

Jokes on him because I'm something he can never have and I'm going to make sure that it stays that way. No matter how impossible it may seem.

A smirk slowly cross my lips as I watch the letter burn until it's nothing but black ashes. I put out the fire and toss what's remaining of the letter into the trash can next to my desk.

Satisfied, I stride out of my office with a sense of determination flowing through my veins. The soldiers I pass by, greet me with a shaky smile but I regard them with a curt nod, not wanting anything to distract me from achieving my goal.

After a few minutes of weaving through endless hallways in the sprawling mansion, I finally come to a halt in front of a massive polished wooden door that takes over most of the wall.

Just as I reach for the door knob, the door opens with a loud creaking sound that has me taking a step back as Marcus walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him.

His eyebrows shoots up to his forehead in surprise when his grey eyes lands on me. "What are you doing here principessa?"

"I need to talk to my father. It's urgent." I demand, my foot tapping impatiently on the cold floor.

“I’m afraid he’s tied up in a meeting right now, Principessa. Perhaps you should return later.” Marcus says with an apologetic smile that makes the wrinkles on his cheeks to be more prominent.

I angle my head, a frown carving deep as I study Marcus, frustration coiling tight in my body. “Listen, Marcus, I don’t care how busy he is. I’m going to speak to him. You can either announce me, or watch me walk in uninvited.”

I shove past Marcus toward the door, but his hand clamps down on my shoulder, halting me. “I wouldn’t do that, Sienna. Your father’s furious, and we both know how he gets when the rage takes over.”