DESIGNATED BRIDE.

VIKTOR.

What is life? For a man with a dream, it's his goal. For a man with desires, it's his love and for a man with power, it's his strength.

And every day is a struggle to protect our lives. Every day is a struggle to protect our dream, our goal, and our strength.

Every morning is the beginning of competition in the game of the world. And every night is a time for regrets we bear because of our incompetence.

Every man is a rival to survive and ticking time is the boundaries to hold.

We have to fight. With ourselves, with our people, with our world. To be what you want to be.

This is life. When you have to survive not for yourself but for what we are thinking waking up every morning. And thinking about it before sleeping.

As for me. It's my power. It's my strength. It's what is mine and must remain mine.

The extend I need to follow,  the path I need to ride. Are not and cannot be an excuse for giving up.

But this world isn't grasping this strategy for a single man. These are burdens for people like us. And somehow there is no fight in this. To win.

This must be done.

"How many times do I need to tell you? You are running very behind. And you are very far from your goal!!!! You need to cover the distance. Find a woman to marry as soon as possible. Or I won't hesitate to give the company to Benjamin or Nicholas . " Dad yelled at my face. His repeated words with his awful stinging alcoholic breath.

The same things over and over again. Every week, every month, and every year.

Why does this world think that settling down is going to make any difference in a world of a man?

Why does a man needs to be handcuffed to prove that he can be harmless?

And how can you be so sure that the handcuffs can stop him?

The rotten one, cannot go back to being undecayed.

"And no more contract woman. If I found one more that I will be a father of only one son. And that is Nicholas . " He threatened me sipping till the last drop of his glass.  In his huge classically decorated study office in the main mansion. His red face was barely visible in the yellow lights of the office with all the shadows of bookshelves.  I took a huge sigh looking at the perfectly constant pathetic side of him and despising the blood running in my veins.

He might own the biggest company in the nation. He might own the biggest mansion in the nation. He might own the seventy percent wealth of the nation. But it's all pointless.

Because he is just a failure who can't understand his son.

And seeing this side of his every day is just disintegrating my eyes.

I need a break and another girl to shut these constant lectures for some time. At least time enough till I receive the Mshines company as my own at my birthday. 

"I am leaving headquarters. I am going to work at the industrial office of Machine for a while. Where Samuel is." I said to the drunk man.

"Why? To find another slut to be your paid wife?"

"No to find my perfect another half."

"There is nothing as perfect as another half. Remember we were not synching well that's why God broke us. Just marry to make your place in the family. If grandma or grandpa will find about your planes. You know what can happen. It's your life. Marry now. And do whatever you want with her later. I am not going to stop you later on. One girl, two girl, three girl, keep as many mistress you want. And do whatever you want." And he agreed with his shrunken shoulders and nodding head. With his disgusting options and opinions for me. 

The rule for marriage was made in Raven family to ignore the existence of mistress and illegitimate childs. And here it's all just opposite. 

"Do whatever you like. Get married before thirty."

"I will." 

I will find the girl for me. And get this done with. One the Mshines is mine

The burden will be gone. So will the girl