Nobela ni Itohan

Andrea slammed his phone against the wall, his body shaking with rage. The desire to take a gun and shoot anyone became overwhelming, as if Mr Bellini had awakened the monster within him. He had no idea what the scandal was that he was constantly threatened with, and the only way he could see society reacting was if he forced a young woman to marry him.Most of the time, he had the feeling that there were things hidden that he was unaware of. What was his family trying to hide? Why does his grandfather want to please him so much that he ignores the suggestion that Lily marry Diego instead?A lot of questions came to mind, but he knew that asking his grandfather would be a bad idea because he wouldn't get what he wanted.In his opinion, the agreement was made for more reasons than merely wanting to assist.He reached for his room phone, which he still questioned how it was still functional, and dialed the mansion's security unit."Rex, I really need you in my room right now." Then he d

"It's none of your business, grandfather; whatever reason I had was mine, and it has nothing to do with you." Andrea responded bitterly, staring at the man he once feared or revered, now filled with hatred."You told me to find a woman at first, or else you would give it to your other grandson, and now that Amira is my wife, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not leaving her?"Old Mr Martini twisted his lips in rage; he despised being talked back in this manner; he thought it was disrespectful, especially in front of Amira, who was staring at the two men in confusion."Mind the tone you use for me, young man; I am still your grandfather, and the names of the Martinis are still in my possession." He yelled half-heartedly, his eyes turning red in anger.Amira could smell the tension between them, and a part of her felt guilty because she blamed herself for their verbal exchanges.Andrea stood up and walked out of the dining hall, leaving both of them staring at the door in si

"Fuck this shit!" she said, half-yelling. She glared at him, her eyes red with anger, and if eyes could kill, she would have done it right away."I'm not just another market item. I am human, and I have a life. Consider your parents' efforts to provide you with a woman to marry. There are many more attractive and mature women out there who would line up just to have you."Her voice softened into whispers as fresh tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, her nose tip reddened, and she despised being so vulnerable in front of him."I'm only fucking 18. I'm just entering adulthood; I have dreams, and I want each of them to come true. The reason you'll never let me go is something you'll never stop telling me; all I need is answers.”"Your family, with the exception of your grandmother, doesn't want me, but I can't take it anymore. What else could I say to persuade you to simply get a divorce and marry another woman?"Andrea remained silent as he listened to everything she said, but unsurpris

With anxiety consuming her, Amira trailed behind Old Mr. Martini, wondering what he intended to discuss with her. As she observed his movements, she came to the conclusion that, despite his advanced age, he walked very quickly; this person had strong genes.Andrea walked silently behind her, even though he was on his way to his room, but a part of him wanted to hear what his grandfather had in store for her, what he wanted to tell her about, or if he was planning something else for her.After that, they went into another tastefully furnished relaxation area that had a vintage feel to it due to the scent of leather and wood. However, her nervousness is consuming her. Old Mr. Martini sat in his chair, staring at Amira, and then shifted his attention from hers to Andrea, who was standing at the door and glaring at him."This has nothing to do with your opinion, Andrea; I didn't call you." Old Mr Martini returned the glare and motioned for him to leave them alone. Andrea wasn't sure abou

Amira's eyes scanned the serene yet lovely street as she noticed the abrupt silence surrounding her. However, its beauty compelled her to keep walking as quickly as she could to a place she did not know."Amira, you don't know anywhere around here; I think it is time we go back."Her inner voice told her, and she took a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where she had begun her journey. But what bothered her was why a street could be so silent, even though there were other houses nearby. Nothing could be heard, no vehicle, no murmurs of people, just her in that lonely street."What have I done?" Reality struck her as she realized she had forgotten the path she had taken while walking away from Martini's Mansion.She then walked and discovered three streets, her heart pounding so hard.She stood there for a while, not knowing where she had come from or where she was going. She wanted to see if she could increase her chances of escaping if necessary, but it now appear

Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers.Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ran towards him, but his smile faded as soon as he saw his face. He knew that Andrea wouldn't like it if he was too bothered, or he would push his button and kill him.However, something else surprised him: his appearance and the ring on his finger. To satiate his need, he demanded them in the comfort of his own home, even though he knew Andrea didn't just walk into his bar."Mr. Martini," he smiled, showing his upper teeth. "What honor do I have with your presence?"Andrea looked at him unimpressed, his hands tightened into a fist, and he walked into the bar, ignoring the eyes on him and the majority of the ladies staring at him."Should I set up a VIP room?" Feliz inquired, but Andrea respon