《ELIZABETH WHITLOCK》A woman of a pure heart and a kind soul only seeks to make others happy, even if that means disregarding her own happiness in turn. She wants those around her to feel safe and smile and when her father tells her of the marriage s...
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'Every pen has the power to create or destroy, it all depends on where you sign' - Unknown
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Adam was sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, with a delicate scowl upon his face. His ringed fingers held on tight to a piece of paper he was reading, rather unhappily.
Finances were something Adam loathed very much, partially because it was the only job his father allowed him to do.
The company that the Graham's owned was a clothing brand, it's name was Dario De Cruz, only materials of the finest quality were used to make such attires, but the clothing was not the main selling point, the main point was the weaponry they sold.
Of course they would not be able to sell weapons up front, so the company was in disguise as a clothing brand, it was a clever thought purely made by Kent himself, one that Adam had no say in.
Silence is his virtue after all.
Weapons such as, Assault Rifles, Glocks, Combat knives, Smoke and Fragmentation grenades, were old sold, and snuck into Cargo ships to be taken to whomever required them. That was the Graham's role in the mafia.
Now being Italian you would have thought that the family would live in Italy, but they decided to live here in England instead. The soul reason as to why they moved to England lies deeply with Kent, a secret only he knows, one that may never be shared.
Adam's job is based on finance, he organises meetings by e-mail on the grounds of how much a buyer will pay for what weapons, he checks the budget to make sure that there is no overspending, not that Adam has anything to buy for himself anyway, and he types up reports of what he thinks the budget should be spent on.
Hours a day he spends sat at his desk with slumped shoulders, staring cross-eyed at his laptop typing away.
He does not mind the job, it is peaceful, quiet, involves mostly no one, the reason as to why he has the job though is what dampens his heart.
Kent Graham views his son as a burden, as Adam does not speak, showing him in public would be of a great embarrassment.
To save the reputation of the Italian Mafia, Kent gave Adam the job of finances to keep him behind the scenes. It saves them both, Adam does not have to speak, and Kent does not have to feel ashamed of his son.
Adam sighs exasperatedly placing the paper down on the table, he rests his cheek on his ringed hand and stares at the paper as if it had just threatened to curse him.
Today he has zero motivation to do any form of work and he cannot figure out why. Even his tie is not straight and if his father was to find out, hell would unleash.
His eyes glide over the paper and begrudgingly land upon the marriage documents he is yet to sign. A pen lies bare and ready for him to pick up and yet he makes no attempt to do so. His eyes narrow and his jaw ticks, he knows the inevitable has come.
He pulls the documents over and flips to the first page not even bothering to read the writing. He finds the bottom of where he should sign and sees another signature along side an empty space for his.
Her hand writing his very cursive, the first letter of her name curling in the most elegant way and despite the hatred he already feels for her, he has to admire the artistry of her hand.
He rolls his eyes at his own softness and picks up the pen, aggressively signing his signature.
He cannot fathom the concept of having a 'wife' in his house, let alone her stealing his last name. It will be the same as allowing an intruder to live in his home. He does not want to share his space with such a creature nor have to bare her presence.
Even worse if she was to fall for him, love was never the agreement with him and his heart. He only allowed his mind to control his thoughts, feelings were long gone, all accept for darkness and rage.
He would not be able to handle another woman in his life, just thinking of it made his skin turn cold. He could hardly even love himself, mirrors he would never look in.
How could a woman even love him?
Cold he must me, hate him Elizabeth must, their relationship to only remain mutual.
Placing the documents aside he rummaged through a stack of papers until, from behind them, he produced a ring box made out of silver coloured velvet.
With a neutral frown he opened the box and there was his wedding ring. Made entirely out of white gold, he took it from the box, pushing the box aside and he frowned looking at the piece of jewellery.
On all of his fingers there were rings, even one on his wedding finger, he did not want to take that ring off to replace it with the wedding ring.
He exhaled deeply and stuffed the ring in his pocket, pushing the thoughts of his 'wife' out of his head.
Picking up that piece of paper he continued to read and check the finances, in silence.
A man of few words, who in silence thought of many.
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Thanks for reading guys, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short.
I am so nervous, I have my Spanish speaking exam next week. I can't remember anything, we at one point didn't even have a Spanish teacher for three whole months 😭
Do you like what I did with their rings, I find it so cute.
I love Adam, even though he is grumpy lol
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