Trapped by her sense of duty to her parents, Serena Diego, only daughter of Mr Diego (millionaire)and heir to Diego Chips, gets married to the first son of their rival family and a man she's never even met to save her father's company.
Raphael DeVa...
When I end the call with Serena, I grab my suit jacket, my coat, and my earpods before heading out of my study. Wealth pads towards me, sitting at my foot and staring at me with her soulful eyes, as she nudges her leash towards me. "No, Ricchezza (wealth), we're not going for a walk. Daddy is going to get mummy, so we can take you for a walk together, okay?" I say to wealth, crouching to ruffle her coat. I smile softly, standing to pour some food in her plate. "Ricchezza (wealth), wait for mum and dad to be back," I call over my shoulder as I walk into the elevator. In the elevator, I bring out my phone and dial my sister, Circe. The elevator dings and slides open to the underground garage. The valet comes running, and I point at the closest car as he tosses me the car keys. Circe answers on the third ring, just as I am about to spin the car around and go to her apartment.
"Ciao Fratello (hello brother), to what do I owe the pleasure of you calling me on such a beautiful day?" Circe asks, humming in the background.
"Buongiorno, mia cara sorella (good morning, my dear sister), I need a favor," I reply, driving towards the shopping mall, Serena, and her friends went to.
"Oh my God! Tutto bene? (everything ok?)" Circe screams into the phone in a shrill voice. I hold the phone away from my ear, glaring at the phone as I connect it to my car's bluetooth.
"Va tutto bene. Puoi calmarti? (Everything is alright. Can you calm down?) You're freaking out over nothing. I just need a favor from you. Let's meet. I'll send you the location," I say, before ending the call. I text her the location of the cafe near the mall.
A few minutes later, Cici boldly walks into the restaurant opposite her mall, her head held high like she owns the cafe, too. All the male attention in the restaurant snaps from either their girlfriends, their work, their food, their friends, or their business associates to Cici as she walks past. She has that kind of enigmatic presence that attracts people's attention to sit up and pay attention. When she walks into a room, she owns it, and no one dares defy her.
My sister, Circe DeVasquez, age 24, owns chains of malls and fashion stores across the globe. Though most of it was inherited from my mum when she was 21, she has expanded the brand worldwide in the span of three years. She has an army of admirers due to her alluring presence but has had no interest in men ever since her toxic breakup in the States a year ago. Cici has blue-grey eyes, a mix of my dad's steel grey eyes, and my mum's electric blue eyes. She has high cheekbones, perfectly carved eyebrows, and long and curly black lashes. Her lips arch high, forming a perfect teardrop at the center of her upper lip. Her slight makeup is flawless, emphasizing the contours of her face and the high arc of her nose. Today, her long, black, natural loose waves have been tamed down to a smooth and silky sheen, falling straight down her back and around her shoulders. She is wearing a black and white checkered gown and a large gold chain to accentuate it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
