"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"SÌ?" MY PHONE rests on my ear as I recline on my chair and listen to the voice of the father of my wife.
A phone call I expected a month ago after the fact that I married the heir of Moreau spread like wildfire through every social network.
Navea herself doesn't know her original name and the power itself holds as her father kept it from her for years— like he mentioned to Enzo when he was offering to marry her off to me.
It was a big coincidence that she ran away and ended up on the plane of the man her father had arranged to marry her.
Everything started to make sense after her bracelet and after I bothered reading the contract with her file that her father gave me.
Before I knew who she was, I wasn't planning on marrying the heir of Moreau because why the fuck would I marry the daughter with a last name that stains an entire legacy.
But then I considered all of the possible outcomes of this marriage. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Navea, on the other hand would say the opposite but I will do everything in my power to make her come to terms and adjust to this lifestyle because she is my wife and her position holds a lot of influence in our circle.
"I see you've married my daughter, Giordano." His voice is stern but I can sense the proudness in his tone, like this is all he's ever wanted.
"She's who you offered in your contract, no?" I say while my index finger taps on the side of my chair.
"Did you kidnap her?" He snaps right into question and I can't help but let out a laugh.
"No," I answer simply as small smirk forms on my lips, "She came to me."
He scoffs in disbelief and I hear a shuffle over the phone, "Came to you?"
"Is that not what I just said, Moreau?"
"A little more than a month ago, she vanished from her home and her mother and I searched for her for weeks. It would have been respectful of you to phone us and tell us that she came to you, which is utterly unbelievable."
"If it's so unbelievable then tell me, was she married before me?" I overtake this interogation and turn the questions to him, as much as I hate to think about the fact another dick was near her radar, it prompts a lot of questions, why the fuck would he offer his daughter to me while she was with another man? Was this a part of his plan? Did he want to create conflict? As much as I dont give a fuck that she was married it still pisses me off.
