a plan for the wedding

Amelia

I slammed the door behind them and started crying.

I loved Clinton more than anything. He promised to stand by my side and not let me down. But he didn't keep the promise.

Instead, he betrayed his word and had an affair with my sister.

Although he was doing it frequently, I had to act as though nothing had happened. But now, I can't take it anymore.

A loud knock on the door was heard abruptly.

I wiped away my tears and yelled, "Come in."

She bowed slightly and stated, "Miss, the boss is calling you."

"All right, I'm coming," I said as I wrapped my sweatshirt around me.

"No..he demanded you come right away," she said, and I sighed.

I followed her into the living room, only to see my foster parents, who were concerned.

"Yes Mom? Dad?" I answered.

"Take a seat."

Dad said calmly while Mom gave me a detest look. She hasn't liked me since the day I walked into this house. Dad was the only one giving me little attention. But everyone's attention was on Zoey.

"Alright. The reason why your mother and I called you. "We want you to marry Mr Benaldo," he said, and I was taken aback.

They wanted me to marry that old notorious criminal I heard he had a son who was even worse than him.

"Dad?" "Do you wish for me to marry Mr. Benaldo?" A tear fell from my eyes as I shook my head.

I can't believe they were going to give me to an old man. 

"But I don't want to marry him, Father." I'm not interested in marrying him. He is an old man…"He's a bad man," I said, clasping my hands together.

"You're getting married to him, and that's the end of it." "He's coming next week Saturday, and you'll be going with him...and the next day is your wedding," he said sternly. His tone was commanding.

I looked at my mother, who had a smirk on her face.

"Mother, please persuade him not to marry me to that man," I said as I turned to face her, holding her dress.

"Don't touch me... what have you learned about disobedience from me? Obey your father, and he knows why he wants you to do that. "He wants the best for you," she said, and I shook my head.

"No, you wanted the worst for me. You wanted to get rid of me, and this is the perfect opportunity....he is old enough to be my father," I inquired, and she laughed.

"We're talking about the ones six feet below"...

"Eva, don't talk like that....Amelia, what I said is final," he said as he sipped his wine.

I stared at them in disbelief and dashed to my room, only to find Zoey standing at the door.

"What are you doing here?" I groaned and pressed my fingers against my nose.

"Oh, I heard father and mother are selling you as a wife to that old man." That's a wise decision," she remarked sarcastically.

"I thought you always took what I already had," I mumbled, and she scoffed.

"Please....at least I have one and I don't have to be the wife of an elderly man," she scoffed.

Zoey has a habit of stealing what I already have. It's already a part of her.

When we were younger, she would take my dolls and tell me that hers were more ugly.

She would take my money and claim that it was greater than hers, and I would say nothing.

"I've already got Clinton wrapped around my little finger." I'm glad you broke up with him. "Enjoy your marriage with your Grandpa," she said as she walked into her room, laughing.

"Bitch!" I muttered my way into the room. I shut the door so as not to be disturbed.

I was so low. First, my boyfriend dumped me, and now a dangerous old man is planning to marry me.

I wish I could flee, wish I could simply teleport away from here. But how is that possible? I can't just abandon the family who raised me, even if they were unjust to me.

….

Mr. Chadwick immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Mr. Carlo's number.

"Hello Chadwick, why the call?" His old hoarse voice was audible.

"My daughter has finally agreed to the wedding, Mr. Benaldo," he smirked.

"That's great. "You know what, I've changed my mind about coming to take her next week Saturday; get her ready for the wedding on Saturday," he laughed.

"Alright, Mr. Benaldo. I agree. "My wife is going to pick out a wedding gown for her," he said, and Carlo immediately hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Eva asked.

"He said he's coming to get her married on Saturday, so we should look for a lovely wedding gown for her," he smirked, and they both agreed.

"But shouldn't it be his decision to choose a dress for her? We should please him now that the debt is off our heads. And if we do anything wrong, his son, the Mafia boss, may assassinate us all. That young man is prone to rage." He twisted his lips and nodded as she spoke softly.

"You're right! Maybe I'll call him and ask about the wedding theme and her wedding gown," he said, and she agreed.

The Mafia

"Speak up!! I'll break your balls unless you confess. Who sent you?" Ace's voice was audible.

A man who had been apprehended in the mansion shared a cell with him.

Many people are against Ace Luna. the mafia from other cartels Because he was the most powerful mafia boss in the entire US and Mexico, they all wanted him dead out of envy.

Since Ace's ancestors were Italian, the Mafia has been in his family for generations.

I've been told not to speak, Ace! Anguishedly, the man spoke. He had bruises and blood all over his broken face.

I won't say it again, young man. Did Carl send you here? With a possessive tone, he inquired.

He responded while spitting blood, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Who sent you here for the last time?!" He said in a cool, calm manner.

He muttered under his breath, clearly in pain, "I won't tell you, you don't scare me.

Without access to food or water, he was chained to a mental chair.

"Alright. Considering you said so. I'm hoping you'll be able to get through this. Simon, bring the things!” With a smug grin, he called.

One of his guards, Simon, brought some tools for investigation and some weapons.

He grabbed a machete and used a fresh cloth to clean the edges. It was extremely sharp, and one strike from it could cause harm.

“I will now cut each of your fingers. I'll therefore begin with your thumb. " He smirked and threatened, "If you don't respond, I'll cut it off.”

"Who are you working for?"..

As he fiddled with the machete, he questioned. 

He replied, his eyes fixed on the machete, "I don't know." He had made a life-or-death promise not to reveal the truth.

"Okay, then…” He motioned for the man to extend his hands as he approached with the machete, which caused the man to shudder in terror.

As the machete was raised, he shivered and then was suddenly in excruciating pain.

He had lost his thumb. Blood was pouring out of it, which he could see on the ground.

Ace observed the man while sobbing and yelling in agony. He grabbed him by the hair while grinning.

"So will you answer me?" He asked, and the man shrugged.

"You know how to stay calm, right? Without getting the confirmation I need, I can't just waste you. So another question. " He said while reaching for his face with the machete.

"Who is your boss's name?" The man responded by laughing aloud in response to Ace Luna's question.

You believe you are scaring people? No, you aren't. I'm not telling you anything, fuck! " He yelled while spitting in his face.

Ace wiped it off with a smile while using his tiny napkin.

"Alright then."

He cut his index finger, which caused him to scream in agony and pain.

"I'm going to cut off that thing between your legs if you don't speak up. Did Carl really send you here?” He posed the question calmly, as though he were having fun.

"You bastard, I don't know you!" He screamed and let out a loud breath while gazing at the machete that had his blood on it.

“ Remove his pants, Simon." He instructed. Simon approached him and removed his shorts and pants before setting the tools on the table.

His dick was hanging and he was left naked.

"Therefore, now is your chance. Do you work for Carl? And why did he send you?" The moment the machete was brought close to the man's dick, he shivered and asked.

He remained silent as he considered whether or not to respond.

Ace lacked patience. Before the man's dick was hit, he shouted as he raised the machete a little.

"Pls refrain from doing it. I'm working for Carl. I was sent by him to get information from you. He's coming for u Ace!" He spoke in a foreboding tone.

Like him, Carl was a mafia boss. He was Ace's enemy and had to find a way to murder him.

"Now will you spare my life?" Ace smirked when he questioned.

The thing he hardly ever does is that.

He moved closer to Simon and muttered.

He whispered, "End him now, and send his body to his boss," and then he left the cell, leaving Simon by himself. Subsequently, a gunshot was heard.

Other people have been held captive by Ace as well.

Three men followed him as he left the cell. He came to a stop and motioned for them to leave.

He went straight from his room to the bathroom to remove the blood from his hands.

He set his gun down on the table, picked up his whiskey, and poured some into a tiny glass.

He grinned, but it was only partially genuine because he had just realized that he had caused a serious conflict between him and Carl.

Because that was what he desired, he grinned. Carl cannot be compared to him because he is bloodthirsty.

Before his father entered, he took a sip of the whiskey.

"When will you learn how to knock?" Without looking at him, he sighed.

“ You don't address your father in that manner,” he said. Carlo said, smirking.

“Why did you come here?” 

Ace laughed as he said, "Well it's obvious you have nothing doing you lazy ass..well I think it's time you get a woman."

He declared, "I don't need any fucking woman."

“That's not a problem, though, because I have one for you.” As soon as Carlo said anything, the whiskey bottle broke.