Secrets of the Solomons

13. Andros:

*7th August,2023*

Slowly but surely, I keep on revealing information about Fiona's family members on the Dark Web, and that dumb detective and his retired FBI agent keep taking the bait. I started revealing information about her family members one by one under Fiona's instructions. Most of them are currently being investigated and held in custody.

The detective and the retired FBI agent think they are getting closer to uncovering the truth behind Fiona's family secrets, but little do they know that she is manipulating them every step of the way. Fiona's ultimate goal is to divert attention away from herself and onto her family members, who are unwittingly becoming pawns in her dangerous game.

As I was in my room, preparing which evidence to reveal about whom, my butler, Oliver, interrupted, "Your father wishes to see you." I gathered my thoughts and got up, following him to my father's study.

I knocked and walked in, finding my father sitting behind his desk with a stern expression on his face. He motioned for me to sit down, and I knew that whatever he had to say was going to be important.

"Canopy Ltd. has signed the deal with us, if that is what you are wondering," I say with confidence. "They also agreed to increase their investment by 20% after our successful presentation last week." My father's expression softened, a proud smile forming on his face as he nodded in approval.

He asked me, "What about our mafia? How long are you going to neglect your duties as heir?"

I took a deep breath, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "I have a plan in place to handle the situation discreetly and effectively," I assured him. "Rest assured, I am fully committed to upholding our family's legacy. I didn't go there for more than one day because I was busy with the company. It's not a big deal, Patéras."

"I trust your judgement, but don't forget where your priorities lie," my father replied with a hint of concern in his voice as he narrowed his eyes. I nodded in understanding.

As I stood there, my stepmother came in with a tray of tea, offering a comforting smile. I remained stoic as I sipped the tea, feeling the weight of my family's expectations on my shoulders.

My stepmother started talking, "Giatí den se pantrévoume tora?" (Why don't we get you married now?)

Her words almost made me spit out my tea, but I managed to keep my composure. "I'm focused on my career right now, Mitéra," I replied calmly, avoiding the topic of marriage altogether.

My father raised an eyebrow and said, "Giatí óchi tóra? " (Why not now?)

I took a deep breath before responding, "Min anisycheís, páter, tha pantreftó sýntoma ótan gíno. Ísos ótan eímai 25 í 26. Allá i méra den échei érthei akóma." (Don't worry, Father, I will marry soon when I am of age. Maybe when I am 25 or 26. But the day has not yet come.)

He spoke again, "Do you have a girl in mind?"

That question almost brought a smirk to my face at the reminder of Fiona, but I just sipped my tea. My father's curiosity was starting to get the best of him, but I remained composed. "I'll let you know when the time comes, father," I said diplomatically.

My stepmother interrupted, "The daughter of the Russos is a lovely girl; you should consider her." My father nodded in agreement, but I knew my heart belonged to someone else. I looked away in annoyance. My stepmother's suggestion only fueled my frustration, as I knew my feelings were reserved for someone far beyond the Russos' daughter. Despite the pressure from my family, I remained resolute in my silent commitment to Fiona.

"The Russos are greedy to get their hands on anyone and everything that will make their family more powerful. But my heart is not for sale, and I will not be swayed by their wealth or influence," I said.

My father continued to try to convince me; he said, "If we have a daughter of the Russos in our hands, it makes our family and the mafia more powerful." I shook my head, declining the offer, and left the room.

As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The pressure from my family was suffocating, but I knew deep down that my loyalty to Fiona was unwavering. I couldn't betray her trust, no matter the tempting offers or promises of power. The Russos may have had influence and wealth, but I refused to sacrifice my principles for their gain. I needed to stay strong and stand by my decision, no matter the consequences.

After all of this, I will marry Fiona, and she'll be the only one by my side. I don't care if she tries to decline me, but she will be mine. There was no way she'd decline me. Even if she did, it wouldn't matter. She's mine. I would do anything to ensure it.