MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV
It had been three months already, and I still hadn't found a wife, much to my dad's annoyance. I was amused to say the least. If he thought that I was going to agree to settle down with one chica for the rest of my life then he was dead wrong.
I was at the pool with my friends. Soledad was busy showing off her swimming skills to no one in particular, Mandy and Mike were probably whispering cringe worthy stuff to each other alongside the not so casual touching, and Carlisle was scrolling through something on his phone."I think you guys should see this." Carlisle stated.The others swum over to his side to look at his phone. I also did same. So this was what he had been staring at for the past few minutes. It was a picture of all five of them at the grand opening of the new hospital Renée set up in Mexico City. I had to admit, she looked gorgeous.I got bored quick and swum back to my original position in the pool. Sabrina was expected to show up in a few minutes, and I didn't need her to come and find me drooling over the blonde bitch who ruined one of my hotels."Hey, baby!" I heard her before I saw her.I looked up to see Sabrina in a revealing bikini. Fuck! She got into the water and swum over to me. Once she halted in front of me she slammed her lips on mine without warning. We kissed each other with equal fervour as the kiss deepened."Ugh! Ew! Gross, Mateo! Take your fucked up PDA and get lost." Mandy snapped, cringing in disgust."Better yet, Sabrina, get lost. I need to speak with my son."We all turned to look at the owner of the rude but authoritative voice. My dad.Sabrina gave me one last kiss before she got out of the pool and headed upstairs. Probably going to my room."Son, it's been three months. I know without a doubt that you aren't planning on marrying Sabrina or Delilah, so if you've gotten a decent chica let's get this over with." My dad stated with a look of disapproval.I watched in distaste as his expression of disapproval gradually morphed into a victorious smirk. He knew that I had failed to pick a wife, so he had the liberty to pick one for me himself."You are getting married to Renée Taylor in three months.”LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POVIt had been three months, and I still hadn't heard anything from my dad much to my frustration. The silence was killing me softly. I hated waiting for something that was inevitable.
I sighed in frustration as my gang and I boarded my jet. We were returning to London from Mexico City. The grand opening of my new hospital had been successful."Carlisle Smith is gorgeous." Esme whispered behind me.Carlisle Smith? Did she mean one of that arsehole's close friends?"Yeah, but look at Soledad." Jack added and I mentally face palmed.I turned back in my seat to look at what had solicited such reactions. It was a photo of all five of them at the grand reopening of the arsehole's hotel in Madrid. He was trying to build back the reputation of his hotel after I had successfully destroyed it. He had actually deserved it.A few hours later, the jet landed safely in London and we entered the car awaiting our rival.I was in my dad's study, sitting with my legs crossed over his desk as usual. His expression depicted how conflicted he was as he contemplated over whether to break the news to me. He finally sighed, letting me know that his inner battle was over and he had come to a decision. Luckily for him he made the right choice, to tell me that is."Honey, there's something I..." He begun, but I not so disrespectfully cut him short."I know Dad. I agree to the marriage." I breathed.My dad's jaw dropped in surprise and happiness. His expression later morphed into one of confusion."How did you kn...""Let's just say I was at the right place at the right time." I cut in curtly, "What I want to know is, why this marriage is so important to you?""Well honey, it's the key to all our problems. If we merge both mafias a contract would be signed by both parties. The contract states that no one else is to rule either of the mafias, apart from the bride and groom. Which means Calvin cannot take my place after you sign the contract." My dad clarified."Which means..." I trailed off."That as you will be the bride, you can take over as Queen from me." My dad concluded.I would just have to deal with that annoying arsehole if it meant I'd lead this mafia. I got up from my seat to leave his study when he spoke."Oh, one more thing, honey. You are getting married to him in three months."Bloody hell?! That was way too early.BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Dimitri had told me that we’d be going to mall tonight to watch a movie at the cinema, I was ecstatic. I mean, what could go wrong?It was when we finally arrived at the cinema that I found out he had bought tickets to a horror movie, The Exorcist: Believer. Just like my mum I wasn’t good with horror movies.No matter how hard I tried to not get scared shit, movie night with my friends ended with my face buried in pillows for most parts of the movie. Rosalie had gotten my father’s insane love for horror, and we ended up having silly arguments anytime we had to pick a movie to watch as a family.I tried all I could to convince Dimitri that horror and me was never a good idea. Unfortunately he didn’t take me seriously, and literally carried me into the theatre so we could take our seats.Aji had been tasked to get us popcorn and drinks. I silently prayed he got us a large bucket, so I could focus only on finishing it up. If that didn’t work, I would
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVAfter I carried her back to the bedroom things got heated between us pretty clearly. This time I left out the cuffs, and gave her the chance to show me what ecstasy felt like. That amazing mouth of hers worked wonders on my dick, and it made me crave for her more. I could not get enough of Isabella.We had agreed that she would continue to take the pill. We weren’t ready to bring little ones into our messed up lives. I realised yesterday that I was still sore from my mother’s death.To tell my wife about how her mother-in-law died, I needed to muster a lot of emotional strength. I definitely wouldn’t like to break down in front of her.The next morning the cook had prepared some nasi goreng. It was the Balinese version of fried rice with fresh veggies. The delicious dish had been served with fried eggs, and I could tell Isabella enjoyed it very much.Today I planned to take her on a tour of Bali. I would take her to a few tourist sites in the area. I cal
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POV I woke up to an empty bed the next day. I sat up and looked around in confusion. Dimitri definitely wasn’t in the bedroom, but there were colourful paper bags at the foot of the bed. I checked them out to satisfy my curiosity. They contained clothes, make up, and heels. I had forgotten that I didn’t get the chance to pack anything for the trip, but my phone.These clothes definitely wouldn’t do for the short time we were to be here, I’d have to go shopping. I got up from the bed and opened a door in hope that it lead to a bathroom. I found a jacuzzi bath tub, already filled with water and floating red roses. I took off the sheet I had wrapped around my body and stepped into the tub.I dressed up later, and left the bedroom to find Dimitri in the kitchen. The cook had arrived, and had prepared breakfast. When I first noticed the numerous stacks of pancakes, fried eggs, and cut bananas, I thought it was all too much for just two people.That was until I
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVMy jet landed safely at the Denpasar International airport in Bali. The car I had recently purchased and the driver I’d hired were waiting patiently for us. I got off the jet first and helped Isabella to come down without tripping over her dress.When her heels finally touched the ground, I swept her off them and into my arms. I walked us to the black Mercedes-Maybach, and the driver opened the door to the backseat so that I could put her in. I got in beside her, and the driver shut the door after us.Aji took his seat and revved the engine, while I sent him the directions to my penthouse. It was located metres away from the world famous Uluwatu Beach, and had a great view of the ocean. I bought it a year ago with the idea that if my dad became too much for me to handle I’d just go there to lay low for a few months.It was beautiful, and I had no doubt that Isabella would love it. I paid some people to set the mood for us before we arrived. When Aji pull
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV I was dressed in a charming applique V-neck wedding dress with spaghetti straps. It was elegant and backless with a long train. I held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the other held on to my dad’s arm. We gracefully walked towards where Dimitri stood with the officiant. The bridesmaids, Alice and Rosalie, had already gone before me with the maid of honour, Jessica. Dimitri’s best man, Sam, stood beside him and had his gaze fixed on my sister. She did look stunning in her outfit. Who could blame him? I caught Dimitri’s gaze when I drew closer to him and held it even after my dad gave me away. The ceremony began, and I hadn’t even realised that I had been holding my breath in anxiety. There was this sinking feeling in my stomach that something would go wrong. We took turns reciting our vows and then slipped a ring on each other’s finger. It was when Dimitri was told that he may kiss the bride, did shit hit the fan. Gunshots rang out from every po
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVI went to Jess’ room when I returned from Laurent’s house. She was in bed watching a Netflix series on her laptop. I got onto the bed, and buried my head in her pillows to groan as loud as I could.“Let me guess, Dimitri signed the contact.” She commented.“Yeah, and I had to tell Laurent everything.”“And it obviously didn’t go well, but not bad enough to make you cry.”I turned my head to face her, “If my parents have thought me anything, it’s to fall with your head and not your heart.”Jess didn’t reply, something had caught her attention. It was her phone. Out of curiosity I leaned over her MacBook to get a look, but she quickly turned off the phone. I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew all six numbers of her passcode.“What was that?” I enquired, scrutinizing her facial expression in case she’d lie to me.“Noah sent a nude photo of him, and it’s for my eyes only.” She replied, and waved me away with a hand.I shook my head and fell back on to the bed