Twisted fate

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Malia pov:

The world stopped as the words spilled from their lips. Marriage. The last thing I wanted was a noose on my finger and no less to our rival. Lukas kai, playboy trillionair, and the most arrogant person to ever exist.

"Your joking right, Marriage to the fucker that put your dad in the grave, father seriously" I said the venom spilling from my lips. My dad stands up and looks at me "you have no choice I don't care about my father, my father given me the Salazar throne to pass onto my son or daughter and your being ungrateful accept your fate otherwise you would've of been dead the minute you were born" my father shouted and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't care about the marriage father it's to the person I'm marrying, out of all people, Lukas kai the fuckboy that'll get another girl pregnant and claim its his heir when it's probably illegitimate" I say standing up for myself I have never been able to say or stand up for myself as it would be classed and unlady like but so fucking what I'm the heiress to the salazar throne and they need to accept the fact I'm their daughter not a baby making, submissive wife.

"Malia grace salazar, do not speak against your father, I command you for once in your life to obey." My mother shouts and I stand and I look at my father "he's in his thirty I'm 22, he's probably fucking gray so fine I can slice his throat and be a upset and very fake widow, when do I meet this fuckboy?" I say, looking at my father.

"That's very disrespectful, wifey," a deep sensual voice sounds behind me, and I freeze, and I stand. I slowly turn, and I can't help but gawk. He's not gray he's 6'4, black hair, and devilishly handsome, and I bite my lip. The nose piercing, the suit, fitting the muscles that lay under the suit. He's a walking devil, my twisted and fucked up fate.

"I don't care whether it's polite or not, lukas. I'll never love you or accept this arrangement, but the last thing I will do is hate you till your last breath or when I slice your throat or shoot you with your own fucking gun" I say getting closer with every word ending very close to him.

"We will see, dollface," he says, and I roll my eyes.

I'm fucked completely and utterly fucked.

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Thanks for reading chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3

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