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Tatiana POV

"What do you mean we?" I ask confused, rolling his eyes, "I thought you were smart. You and I are getting married" he says, "you going to be my wife, I'm going to be your husband" he explains rudely, looking at him wide eyed. Bursting into a fit of laughter, I've never laughed so hard, I, Tatiana, Married , To Alexander. The thought made me laugh so hard, looking up his straight face, "you just messing me with me right?" I laugh, "do I joke Tatiana?" My eyes widen, "we getting married in two weeks" he says curtly, "WHAT! NO I'M NOT MARRYING YOU!!!" I screech, shrugging his shoulders, "Its not like you have a choice", "ALEXANDER I'M NOT MARRYING YOU, NOT TODAY, NOT TOMORROW,NOT EVER!!" I yell, unfazed by my anger, "I'm......I'm going to the..." stumbling on my words, "what the police?" He raises his brow, getting up from his seat, walking over to me, "Let me tell you something about myself Tatiana" he says calmly now leaning on the table, "I spent 15 years in prison, I'm not afraid of prison, but now you little princess, you had the opportunity to tell the truth you didn't" he whispers, "that my dear fiancé made you an accessory, meaning if I go down, you go down. So if I were you I would pray I don't" he says coldly, getting up from my seat, now face to face with him, "Alexander Giordano" I say sternly, looking up to him, "I am not going to marry you, and that's final" I say before walking off. Slamming the door behind me.........

Walking over to Elizabeth, helping her vacuum the area, "what are you doing?" She questions, her brows furrowed, "cleaning" I say in a duh tone, "no no, put that down, Alexander got new people to start cleaning, his said you not allowed to clean anymore" she says, my eyes brimming with tears, "oh honey" Elizabeth whispers, placing her hand on my shoulder, "why is he doing this" I cry, "it seems like he's doing everything to make my life a living hell" I sob, sighing she places me in a tight hug, leading me over to the couch, releasing me, her hands on both my shoulders, "I know this sounds wrong, but honey the more you fight it the harder it will be to accept" she coos, "I can't marry him, I won't " I cry, "all I can say is just try to talk to him with calmness instead of fighting him" she coos, "but he's always fighting me" I say in frustration, "just calm down and talk to him, maybe you will understand more" she says sadly, giving me a quick peck on my forehead, she leaves.......