"Don't be rude Brat", the jerk husband of mine whispered in my ears.
I rolled my eyes but my temper was rising and rising.
"You can't wait to kill me. Go ahead Brat", he smirked as I can't do anything in front of our Parents.
But I'm Livia Simmons . I don't care if I'm in front of top elites of my country.
"You have three seconds to run", I said through my gritted teeth.
"You can't be serious", he challenged me as surprise laced in his eyes.
"I'm dead serious and your time is up", with that I pulled his tie hard strangling him.
"Livia", he warned as his face turned red.
Within a second he pushed me to the wall my hands pinned above me.
"I hate you", Ignoring the sparks I laughed as i was succeeded in irritating him.
"And I love hating you", he left me and walked away.
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Meet Livia Simmons, 23, sweet, princess of Simmons Empire, fashion designer,forced to marry her enemy Zane Ricardo.
Meet Zane Ricardo, 25, the king of Ricardo Empire,hates the word commitment was forced to marry the woman he loves to hate.
Hate is a strong word.Will it be still hate when they are married?
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When my family owes The Don of The Italian Mafia money that they don't have; how do they repay him? The answer, an arranged marriage. With whom? The youngest daughter, of course. Who is the youngest?
Me.
Isabella Morello.
My life wasn't always rainbows and a field of flowers on a sunny day. But, I thought I meant more to my family than this. Who do I have to marry? The net heir of the Italian Mafia. I thought I would find love on my own. I thought I would marry the love of my life. I thought a lot of things by my life isn't a book and this isn't a fairytale. I have to abide by my parents' arrangement; even if it means I lose my heart to the Devil himself. He's arrogant, cruel, heartless, but under his cold exterior there has to be a soul inside, right? Will I have my hert intact or will his coldness shatter it in the process? Will this be a tattered love or a love that could last? Will he ever love me, that's the real question.
"ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ; ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ. ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ" -ᴀʟᴇꜱꜱɪᴏ ɢʀᴇᴄᴏ
"𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍." -𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘