{5} Engagement

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"I look ridiculous." Olivia complained with a soft groan, trying to smooth her little black dress. 

Milo just rolled his blue hues, standing next to his little sister. "You look beautiful, Livvy. Stop complaining, it won't change a fact that you're going to marry that Russian dude in less than a month."

Olivia let out a sigh, biting the inside of her lip. Today way the day. She was about to meet the man she's going to marry and she couldn't do anything about it. How could she marry someone she doesn't know? A man whom she has never met before. It was unfair. Part of her hated her father for selling as if she was worthless piece of shit. Olivia believed in true love ever since she was a little girl and she wished to marry someone whom she truly loved and who loved her back... Not some heartless Mafia boss' son. True, she didn't even know IF he's actually heartless but according to her brother he's a human version of the Devil himself. But what if he wasn't? The little girl inside of her still hoped for true love.. Maybe it could be love at first sight? Stop being ridiculous, Olivia she scolded herself mentally. 

"Olivia-" Milo shook her shoulder, making her snap back to reality. She looked up at her older brother, raising a brow in a questioning manner. "You were daydreaming." he shrugged his shoulders casually. "Anyway. They're here. Come, let's meet father and our guests." 

Three men stood in the great room along with their father as they entered the room. One man was older with graying hair, perhaps a bit older than their father. Olivia assumed it was Romanoff senior. Two others were younger, both were handsome; had chocolate brown hair and dark, almost black eyes. They were probably brothers. Which one she was supposed to marry? Men were eyeing her as she walked over, straightening her posture. Milo's arm tightened around her small waist protectively.

"Miss Sovrano, it's a great pleasure to finally meet you." the older man said.

Olivia faked a smile. "Likewise. Mr. Romanoff, I assume?" 

"Indeed." he nodded. "Miss Sovrano, I'd like to introduce my sons. My older son Ivan and Alexander - the one you're to marry."

Olivia glanced over at the youngest man, Alexander whose wicked smirk made her shiver. Milo was right. He was evil, obviously. "Gentlemen." she faked another smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Not- She added mentally to herself. 

"Miss Sovrano, you're even more beautiful than I heard. I'm so blessed to be chosen as your husband to be." Alexander sent her another smirk, taking her hand before bringing it to his warm lips and kissing it slowly.

Olivia flinched, but covered it quickly with a 'flirty' chuckle. "Please, call me Olivia."

"Only if you call me Alex." he winked at her before letting go of her hand. 

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Rafael de Lucca sat on the leather couch at his father's club, drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar. His icy blue hues lingered on half naked, dancing bodies of young strippers. No one could satisfy him lately, all he could think about was an innocent eighteen years old Sovrano Mafia princess and her soft experienced lips.. Oh, how he desired to be the one to teach her, to explore her body...Damn it, even though she was only eighteenand not to mention a virgin, she had a body of goddess. 

"Raf! Your father wishes to see you." Ricco announced.

Raf groaned softly before placing his drink on the small table. "What now?" he hated being interrupted.

"Don't know." Ricco shrugged. "All I can say he's pissed at you-- again."

"Perfect." Rafael muttered sarcastically under his breath before walking towards his father's office. Without knocking he swung the door open and entered the room. "You called?"

"Have you forgotten about the task I gave you?!" Valentino de Lucca growled at his son, standing up from his 'throne'. "Rafael I have you a simple task. Fuck the girl until she gets pregnant and the deal between Sovrano and Romanoff canceled. Then kill her. Simple."

Raf paused, leaning on the wall. "I'm working on it."  he replied casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Are you?!" Valentino yelled. "Because all you're doing is screwing around with the strippers while Sovrano expediting the deal!" 

"Give me a month." Raf said calmly.

"Why not a year?" his father asked sarcastically. "You don't have a fucking month. Alexander Romanoff and Olivia Sovrano are to be wedded in two weeks so you better hurry or else I will ignore the fact you're my only heir and cut your fucking balls off."

"Jeez, love you too, father." Raf mused sarcastically, amused by his father's outburst.

"Leave now." Valentino growled at his son again. "And don't forget - two fucking weeks."

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"Where are you going?" Milo asked when his baby sister was heading towards the door.

"Shopping. If I spend another minute with that arrogant asshole I will go mad I swear to god-" Olivia groaned.

"Language." Milo frowned at Livvy's choice of words. Living in America was a very bad influence to his innocent sister. She didn't swear before. Now she started to swear like a sailor and became more bitchy-- confident. "Alone? Are you out of our mind? You're not going anywhere alone. Have you forgotten what happened two weeks ago?"

She rolled her honey brown eyes. "Relax, Alonso's coming with me. Besides." she paused, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I need a wedding dress to buy." she emphasized sarcastically. "See you later. And love you." Olivia smiled at her older brother and kissed his cheek. 

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After three hours of shopping Olivia has finally found the dress of her dreams. Letting out a soft sigh she stared at her reflection in the mirror. In less than two weeks she was going to become Mrs. Romanoff-- the brunette scrunched her nose at the thought of marrying the arrogant asshole. Will she ever be happy with him?

"This dress looks beautiful on you." suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a very familiar voice. Looking up quickly she saw a man standing behind her, looking at her through their reflection in the mirror, his gaze cold as always. 

"Raf." she breathed out, failing to hide horror in her eyes.


// A NEW PART. FINALLY YAAAAY! I KNOW  IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO PUBLISH BUUUT I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY READING IT AND PLEASE COMMENT AND VOTE. YOUR OPINION MEANS A LOT TO ME. ♥ 

-Dominique



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