Vegaspete: Blood Ties 18+

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I punched the red punching bag, harder with a grunt and sighed when it fell to the ground with a loud thud like the last three.

Why does the uncle think, I will agree to that fucking damn marriage and give my throne to him who doesn't deserve it. It's my father's legacy not in the world, I will give that to him. I know what I did to be worthy of that throne.

Yes, My uncle wants me to get married to that man so he can get the all for himself.

Isabella muttered from behind as she entered the gym, her voice filled with disbelief and curiosity. "With this temper, do you think you will rule the world?"

Curious about her sudden appearance, I grabbed my water bottle and asked, "What brings you here?"

With a mischievous smile, Isabella replied, "Nothing, just got the news that you're going to marry the ruthless leader."

Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, I retorted, "You came here to rub salt in my wounds?"

Isabella shook her head, her eyes filled with concern. "Why would I do that, son? I just found out that you killed one of the workers in anger."

Isabella is an old loyal worker in our family and she is the only person I can talk to freely.

I sighed, feeling the need to explain myself. "I was frustrated. He didn't take care of my white shirt properly."

Isabella's gaze held a knowing look. "You and your obsession with your white shirts. But I know that's not the real reason."

I nodded, admitting the truth. "Yeah, it's not. And I didn't kill him, I just shot him in the shoulder."

Isabella smirked, teasing me. "If I were in your place, I'd be happy to marry the throne holder."

I rolled my eyes, dismissing her comment. "Shut up, Bella. You're married and an old woman."

Isabella shrugged, not bothered by my words. "Who cares? When you get to marry the world's ruler, who's hot as hell."

Frustration filled my voice as I confessed, "But I don't want to marry any ruler. I want to be the ruler"

Isabella's expression turned serious, her tone matching the gravity of her words. "Let's get serious now. I came here to talk to you about something important."

Curiosity piqued, I asked eagerly, "What is it?"

"You should take advantage of this marriage," she said, her voice filled with a mix of intrigue and mystery. "Your father's death is still a big question mark for us."

My eyes widened in shock as she continued, "And the spies gave me some intel that your father might have been killed by them."

"What the heck? How?" I exclaimed, unable to process this new information.

"So, they can get the throne for themselves"

She nodded, her voice tinged with caution. "Yeah, but they weren't completely sure about it. Instead of jumping into a war, why not marry him and uncover the truth yourself?"

As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. I didn't have a choice but to go through with this marriage. Might as well make the most of it.

"But won't he suspect something?" I asked, my mind racing with thoughts of potential danger.

She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "They don't know much about you, Act all innocent and clueless, play dumb until you find the truth."

I raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. "You think he'll believe me?"

"He'll fall for it," she assured me. "Just play the victim, manipulate him,"

I blinked in confusion. "So if he has killed my father, It means you are saying to marry me to my father's killer? "

She turned her head, avoiding eye contact, and nodded before leaving the gym.

As she walked away, I couldn't help but wonder how I got myself into this mess. Running away seemed tempting, but I couldn't be a coward and abandon everything.

I had never met him, but his reputation preceded him. He is ruthless, a sadist, a living embodiment of fear.
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