THE SON WHO REFUSED THE THRONE

ADRIEN’S POV

“Your training starts soon young master’’

I was informed by one of my many guards

“I will be there soon”

That was my response, as I stood up to leave my room, the only place that felt like home to me in this big mansion. I had lived my life reminding myself who I was, who was I?

Well, I am the heir to my mafia father`s many businesses, I am meant to learn the techniques and grow to take over after him.  I lost my mother due to all this mafia chaos, yet I am supposed to inherit the title and continue my father’s legacy. That's what I’ve been told since I was twelve and I’m expected to accept it the way it is as if it’s a neutral thing.

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“You need to improve on your aim young master’’ said my trainer, today was one of the many days I hated. It was the day I had to train in shooting.

Which has not always been my strong suit because of how bad I am at shooting or maybe it’s because I didn’t want to do it. Anyway I have this training twice a week.

 “BANG” I missed again oh my god wasn’t I tired of all this?

“That cannot be a shot by the Montrega`s family heir”

I could recognize that voice even in my sleep. It was the same voice that had been nagging me for the past twelve years, that deep voice full of command, it was the voice of my father Victor Montrega.

Whenever we saw each other we always ended up arguing and I was in no mood for arguing with him because it was always in vain.

 I turned around to leave the room, I had barely taken five steps when he called out from behind me

 “You’re running away again like the coward that you are”

 He said in a mocking tone

 “Yes I am.  What? You’re so scared that your so called heir isn’t going to manage the business well because his shooting suck’s”

 I said, I didn’t want to argue but he started it

 “Is that how you speak to your father?!” He shouted, making everyone in the room tremble.

“You may go.  Today’s training will be postponed” I said to my trainer and signaled one of my bodyguards with my hand to escort him so he does not faint from fright and then I signaled the rest to leave us alone finally facing my father’s angry face

 “Where were we? Ooh the answer to your question “IS THAT HOW I SPEAK TO MY FATHER” well let’s see is it the father who left his fourteen year old son in the hands of military men or is it the father who makes his son do things against his wish by threatening him or is it………’’

 “SHUT up’’

I was caught off by him

“what? are you afraid I will keep on listing the many qualities that make you a bad father and how bad of a father you have been to me and Isabella”

I knew that what I said angered him and knew how this was going to end but he started it, I opened my mouth to speak but he spoke

“You are just like your mother always fighting for what’s right but Adrien that’s not how things work in real life it only happens in the shitty music you write, I did all that because I don’t want my heir to be weak but I guess it was all in vain, you are just so useless”

 When I heard him say that, I thought I was going to die from rage. How dare he mention my mother’s name in his filthy mouth? I thought he had a little bit of respect for her but I was wrong. He cares only about his business.

“Since I am useless then why are you wasting time on a useless heir huh? Just let me be since you know very well that I don’t want all this and mom wouldn’t all this but what can I expect from you?

You may have forgotten but let me remind you how she wanted me to live a good life so let me be’’ I said with tears in my eyes could he even see it. He was too blinded with rage to see it. I turned to leave then he said

“I will not let you disgrace the name I built with so much hard work, so NO I will never let you be Adrien you are going to take over after me’’

The tears started rolling down my cheeks. What was I expecting? Was I expecting him to understand me and where I was coming from? No, he wouldn’t because he was blinded by his greed for power. The same greed for power that caused my mother’s death. This was how it always ended. We could never come to a common ground. That's just how it has been and how it will always be I guess.

“I wish you would see above your greed, I really wish’’ I said as I walked out of the room .

 My training room was a very spacious room with training equipment meant for the military. I was supposed to train like I was in the army but it was not going that way.

It was no use running away. I tried a lot when I was younger and I never got out of the house even if I did. I always got caught before boarding the bus or plane but I couldn't afford to do that. Now I am all that Isabella has.

If I leave she will be forced to inherit my father’s business, thank god my escape  never proved futile. I can't imagine how Isabella would have been treated. My father is no less than an animal so I wouldn’t be shocked if he took out all his anger on her.

I thought as I reached the top of the stairs I stood looking down at the many servants doing their various jobs. The mansion was very spacious, the entrance hall opened wide beneath a soaring ceiling, its marble floor cool and smooth, a sweeping staircase curved upward, its banister carved and polished. Above a chandelier hung heavy with crystal, reflecting light.

The corridors were broad, designed to carry footsteps without echo. Tall doors lined the halls, each leading to rooms with their own character yet luxurious. The living rooms were spacious, plush sofas  fit for kings and Queens, yet it never felt like home. It always felt like a prison cell, it was heavily guarded day and night and even when I went to attend lectures I was still heavily guarded. I was monitored every minute and second of my life. That's how Adrien Montrega’s life was and is going to forever, I guess.