Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

2. Tying the Knot

         

                  ~~ Katerina's P.O.V ~~

My skin is scorched from his touch, and the sound of my name falling from his lips sends goosebumps across my body. My mind checks out effectively, blocking out all other noise surrounding us, keeping his burning gaze locked on mine. "Katerina?" Dimitry calls snapping me out of my daze, quickly slipping my hand from my supposed fiance I decide to take a few steps back "YA nikogda ne davala soglasiya na svoyu ruku, vy ne mozhete zastavit' menya vyyti za chertova ital'yanku!" (I never agreed to my hand in marriage, you can't make me marry a fucking Italian!) A disgusting smirk plays across Alessandro's face twisting my insides in a different way "oh princessa, the forms are ready to be signed and your Uncle here has already agreed to the terms." Turning to my uncle with my fists balled to my side, anger boiling inside me and the urge to punch him growing more and more as the moments tick by."You agreed to this?! You're selling me off for a fucking alliance?!" Uncle Alexei nods with a not so sad smile across his face "I told you the benefits and I told you that it'd be up to you if this alliance works out or not."

"What are the terms?" I grit through my teeth bringing my gaze to Alessandro "you be my wife and the alliance stands of course. You will be the picture-perfect wife, meaning you won't embarrass me." He says cooly as if telling me his take out order. If anything, he's the embarrassing one. "Why do you want me? You're a Morettie, and we all know Morettie men go for Italian women, not Russians, especially not the Don" Alessandro raises an eyebrow at me,  surprised at what I know about his little world. "Either sign the paper,  or we break out a war against the Russians." He snap,  and now the weight of my decision has finally set onto my shoulders. "So it's an alliance or a war?" I ask, turning to my uncle, who is now slumped down in his seat downing another drink, staring daggers into me. "Sign the papers and save the blood shed." My gaze falls on Dimitry, who's already staring at me."Did you know about this?" I question backing up to hold his gaze better "it was his idea." That dark voice whispers against my skin."What?" I whisper in disbelief, holding Dimitry's guilty gaze.

"We had no other choice. There would be so much blood shed Katerina. Think of your parents and what happened to th-" he's cut off by the sound of my uncles voice booming over his "DIMITRY!" Alexei growls effectively shutting dimitry up."What's he talking about Uncle Alexei?" He sighs, pouring himself another drink with the bottle of jack he told the maid to leave."we were in a war, and they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was no accident." What?... what? "You lied to me all these years and now I'm supposed to marry some fucking Italian so everyone can play nice?" A loud bang rings against the table where Uncle Alexei has punched it "sign the papers Katerina or I'll sign it for you." So that's it, I'm just someone's wife after I sign a few forms? "You're a sick piece of shit, all three of you are." I seethe, sitting back down at the table."Give me the paperwork." I snap, snatching a pen from Dimitry."Here." Alessandro mumbles, placing the marriage certificate in front of me. I don't hesitate and sign my life away without a second thought. No more blood shed..

"Pack your bags, I'll be back for you in the morning... Wife." The lump in my throat grows a few notches as I stare at the now empty table in front of me. That's it, I'm a Morettie now..  everything I've ever known has been a lie and all leading up to this moment right here. "Katerina..." Dimitry's soft voice comes through with the warmth of his touch on my shoulder "dont touch me, stay the fuck away from me." I grit snatching myself away from him before standing to face my uncle "My father would be disgusted with you, you're selling me-" he cuts me off with a scoff "you are being sold off for peace. Your father would've done the same, and if you think he wouldn't have you're dead wrong, now pack your shit because come tomorrow, you're officially part of the Morettie family" No one gives a shit that I was just sold to one of the most ruthless men known to man. "Do not cause problems, Katerina, or you'll be dead before the week is up." I roll my eyes shoulder, checking Dimitry on my way back up to my room.