His Slut

Chapter 19

Marriage

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Leo's POV

All of a sudden i am grateful of my father's gruesome and horrific death. As far as I'm concerned he's rotting in hell.

Planning an arranged marriage with our rivals is just about the stupidest thing he's done, and he killed his brother unintentionally. I've read over the contract, it's binding, there is no way out of this.

I suppose i should be grateful not having to choose someone to marry. That job seems as painstaking as finding a needle in a haystack. Father always said i had to marry the best woman out there. I guess he's found her.

But she's far from perfect.

Bella.

A pain in my ass.

Suddenly I'm glad to see Alessio is back from the land of the dead. With him overtaking Bella's position there will be much less chaos and havoc reeked.

Still, while this marriage may be beneficial i will have to put up with her whining and moaning all the time. Her constant need to prove herself. If only she'd realise people already fear her enough because of Alessio then maybe she'd turn it down a notch.

I doubt it though. Once a woman has put her mind to something it's hard to talk them out of it. I learned that the hard way, through mother.

I've been walking for hours now trying to stop this blinding rage from seeping through the wall i have built up. Trying to stop myself from storming up to Father's grave and vandalising it.

He'd deserve it.

Finally, i manage to calm down and make my way back to the Romano mansion. Not before retrieving my Mercedes G-Class from my home.

I could have just stayed there but i thought it would be best to respect my father's wishes. Even if that means marrying the one woman i would actually shoot given the chance.

Besides, when we're wed, we will only maintain our relationship in public. Outside of the public eye we will be free of each other as much as possible.

I have a feeling she'll want revenge on her father for everything he's done to her, so most likely we will not have to produce an heir. So our lines end with us.

It will make life easier. Even if I don't want that.

I walk into the Romano mansion to find belongings scattered everywhere, it's an utter mess. Clearly Bella took the more destructive route of dealing with the news.

As i step into the living space, Alessio is sat on the couch with his head in his hands. He clearly doesn't have to look up to tell I've walking in since he starts speaking, "She wasn't like this before her mother left, I promise. It seems her behaviour has only gotten worse since I've returned. I don't think the news of the wedding helped either."

I sigh, "what happened when I left?"

"What do you think? She had a tantrum. Couldn't act her own age and try and talk about it. Instead she decided to trash the place." Alessio growls. He stands up and storms out the room.

Deciding to help out a bit, i start to pick up the damage. Most of it is broken, lamps, the tv, a vase, the couch has even been stabbed. She really opposes the marriage this much?

Little brat.

The sound of the door opening turns my attention to the entrance of the room. There stands a small older woman dressed in a black dress, she looks timid but i wave my hand allowing her to step further into the room.

"Sorry Mr Valentino. Mr Romano asked me to clear the mess." She barely whispers loud enough for me hear.

I nod my head knowing best not to disrespect Alessio's orders even though i would be fully capable of cleaning it myself.

I exit the room leaving the woman to do what she's doing and i walk upstairs with the hope of speaking to my new fiancé. She'd probably rip my head off if she found out i called her that.

Bella's room is easy to find, because of her colossal ego it's not a surprise she has her name engraved into her door.

I knock on the barrier separating us and it takes a few minutes for her to reply. When she opens her door, her face is flushed with rage.

"Get out." She hissed before trying to slam it in my face. Luckily i catch with my foot before she can and i push my way through.

She steps back with every step i take forward before she reaches her bed, and i shove her down till she's sat on it, standing above her. It's hard to read her face at this point. A mix of rage, hatred and fear spreads across it.

"Look i hate this marriage idea as much as you do but when are you going to grow up and accept the reality. It's a legally binding contract, we can't change that. It's not like we have to act the part all the time. Do you think i'd be here if it was? No. I'd shoot myself before having to be in love with you. You're whiny and childish. You're ego's too big for your tiny body. Get over yourself." I yell in her face.

She stays silent, looking down at her lap, before her face fully contorts with anger and she uses all her power to push me away, "And you're any better. I'm full of myself? You're the one who thought you had a chance with me. I may have an ego but at least i know to never be with a man like you."

She shouts and continues, "what self-respecting woman would want a man like you. I loath you. So much so that I'd rather stab myself up my anus than look at your disgusting face again. Get out of my sight."

I've had enough.

I grab her hair roughly, turning her around and forcing her onto the bed. I move my hand down to her hip, keeping her in place while my other hand remains in her hair.

Leaning over her, i pull her head up slightly so my mouth is beside her ear, "Do you think i give a shit what you think about me la cagna. You're stuck with me whether you want it or not. Now you can make life easier for the both of us, be a good girl and deal with it or you can continue go be a brat and I'll show you real pain. Okay?"
(Bitch)

When she doesn't respond i tug on her hair harder and repeat my question. She whimpers and rolls her eyes but ultimately nods her head.

"Good." I declare before pushing off her and walking out of her room.
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