Explanation?

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*Ant's pov*
I had never really known my parents. Growing up, The only adults really around me were the family butler, and many hundreds of maids. The other children always said I was lucky to have such a giant home. I thought of it as a giant prison. My parents would come visit me maybe only once or twice per year, but at one point, even them calling once an year became rare, so a few days ago when my dad called me for the first time in 4 years, i didn't expect his first words to be "have you found a wife yet?". I mean, I can see why he needs me to find a partner soon, as it has already been 3 years since I inherited the family "company". "Company" is just a cover. The inside jobs that happen in said "company" are what I truly handle. Assassinations, Drug transfers, all that good stuff. You see, my family runs the underground mafia. I bet it all makes sense now doesn't it? The buff men in black suits in my apartment? Me being so rich? It's all at the whim of my father's preferences. But everything about my world changed since I met her. She is the brightest, cutest, Jolly-est person I have ever met. With her long silky black hair reaching till her fingertips, to her slight dimples on her left cheek. Everything about her is perfect. She is the one I want, and I will not take "no" for an answer. Even if it means I have to do unspeakable things to people.

So when she asked me to tell her everything. I couldn't resist. I wanted to see her smile again. I wanted to see her rose-like blush when I said something weird. I wanted her.

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