The Contract

                               "𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒

𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇

𝓉𝒽𝑒

𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 , 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒

𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃

𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎

𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒

𝒾𝓉 "

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"I don't need a fucking bodyguard!" I screamed in my mother's face as I felt my whole body shake with anger while she sat in front of me looking through documents completely calm.

"It doesn't matter what you want, Allyn. Sir Angelo has sent one of his most trusted men to protect you. We expect him to be here tomorrow at the latest" she replied calmly, sipping from her coffee, and avoiding my gaze.

"I don't care what Sir Angelo says!" I yelled back, stamping my foot and catching the eyes of our house cleaner "I don't need a fucking bodyguard to look after me."

My mother looked at me, taking a deep breath. Her deep blue eyes pierced into mine, cutting me in two. She left the documents on the desk in front of her.

Her eyes stopped at our house cleaner who was still listening to our conversation. After my mother gave her one cold stare she looked down immediately, leaving the room.

When it was just the two of us my mother turned her gaze to me, narrowing her dark blue eyes.

''Angelo is your future husband and you will speak to him with respect'' she replied in an even voice, walking around the desk and standing face to face with me ''Do you understand?'" She lifted her brows waiting for my answer.

Just the thought of that makes me sick to my stomach. I don't want to do this. I don't want to marry this man.

I still don't understand how my mother threw me so easily into the arms of one of the most arrogant and heartless men to walk this Earth without even thinking about it.

I don't know this man well enough, I have seen him a couple of times but I've heard stories about him. Stories that make my body shiver but not in a good way.

"I don't want to marry him" I barely whispered, shaking my head, feeling my eyes water.

Wasn't the loss of my father enough torture for me that now I have to marry this arrogant pig?

That means it's all over. I'll be his and I won't be able to marry a man by my choice because I love him. That opportunity is taken away from me with this fucking arranged marriage.

"I know sweetheart..." she replied softly wiping away the tear that fell down my face but her words felt insincere and her hands cold on my skin "But you have to do it for the good of our family"

"For your sake, not for our family" I mumbled to myself but she heard me, clenching her jaw, and without thinking she slapped me across my face, causing me to turn my head to the side and grab the spot on my cheek that was burning.

Tears kept falling one after another. I feel so fucking helpless right now and I hate that.

"You were promised to Angelo long before you turned 18. You are already 20 years old and it is good until you turn 21 to accept your fate and learn to enjoy the opportunities that open before you with this marriage "

Opportunities? More like a prison.

"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at your father because he signed this contract with the King family, not me" she hissed back at me before pulling away slightly allowing me to catch my breath.

The room stayed silent for a couple of seconds leaving us two to only stare at each other. I look into her eyes and see a fucking stranger because no mother would allow this thing to happen knowing it's against her child's wishes.

She then smiled a little, removing some hair from my face before taking my hands with hers "Now, clean up yourself for dinner. I'll be in the kitchen" she put a big smile on her face before kissing my cheek and leaving me alone in the room.

I collapsed on the ground like a wreck, letting my tears fall one after another not even trying to stop them.

I miss you, dad. I miss you so fucking much.

My life completely fell apart after I found out that my father died. It happened 3 years ago and I don't know what the fuck I did so wrong to deserve God to take away my most beloved person.

I remember spending all of my free time with him. I loved him more than anything in this world, and he looked after me like I was made from glass. I was his little princess.

He was so kind- a selfless type of kind. Everybody loved him but not even as half as I did. He was my hero and my best friend.

We did everything together. His favorite thing in his free time was watching me dance.

I loved dancing since I was little. It was my way to escape from reality and go to a better place. I just loved feeling free and my father always supported me. His dream was to see me become a professional dancer one day.

But God took him away from me way too soon.

He died in his sleep, and to this day no one can tell us a fucking reason why the hell that happened. I was only 17 when he left this Earth and I haven't been the same since.

I haven't danced since then. I don't do any of the things that I used to do with dad when he was alive. All that died with him.

The doctors could not give us a clear reason as to what had happened to him and what led to the end of his life, which left me devastated and with many questions.

Since then, I only have my mother, who changed radically after my father's death.

I rarely see her smile and even if she does, it seems different. She was different. Colder and callous even to me.

I still remember the day when she gave me the to read the contract. Written on a fucking piece of paper with my father's signature underneath.

I remember I cried a lot that night into her arms. My mom was holding me, repeating again and again that everything is going to be alright. But I knew it fucking won't.

I felt betrayed by my most close person, and he wasn't even here to ask him to give me a fucking explanation for why he did this to me.

In the contract, I read how this marriage would connect the Delgado and King families as one. I was promised to their firstborn son- Angelo King. With that my life is promised to be carefree, lavish, and safe under the King family's protection.

It's all about money and power.

But I still don't want to believe that my father was capable of doing such a thing to his own daughter.

And all of this behind my back. He could've said something, anything. Tell me to my face that he promised me to someone against my will.

He could have done it, but no, he decided to hide it from me, like a coward.

Our family is not poor, but we are not rich either. We were an average normal family living in a not small house and being able to afford everything we needed to survive.

But we didn't have the money of the King Family. These people were rich as fuck. I have my reasons to believe that they are rich but not because they are hard-working people. I just know they do something illegal for easy money but I can't prove it.

Even if I find something against them, I can't say a fucking thing because my future husband is part of this family and probably will kill me without a blink of an eye if I say something against his closest people.

I have seen these people several times in my life and always in their presence, I feel goosebumps running through my body.

I was little when I saw them for the last time and I don't remember much but I don't want to either. All of the King family are arrogant , narcissistic, and not good people. Or at least that's what I remember.

My father was a close friend with Martin King, Angelo's father and I never could figure out why.

With this contract, I got all my fucking answers, although it's years later.

And yet he kept telling me that nothing in this world was more important to him than me.

Apparently, it was all a lie.

Just the thought of having to marry a monster like Angelo made me want to throw up.

I haven't seen him many times, but it's enough to know that I don't want anything to do with him.

Angelo runs one of his father's successful companies, while I haven't heard anything about his sister and brother. Last time I saw and heard something about them was when I was little.

Angelo was the only child in their family that was under the spotlights and he loved it. He was known in society as a womanizer and I don't know why the fuck girls swooned over him.

Well okay, I can guess why. Angelo is not ugly, at least from what I remember and see on the news, no matter how much I don't like him I can't lie about this thing.

Not that I can judge much by some fucking photos, but he looks like an attractive man. A sculpted face with a perfect jawline, eyes a dark shade of brown and his hair was black and neatly gelled back.

He has a beautiful smile, I admit, although he rarely smiles in photos. He is tall with a well-shaped body from what I can see from the suits he is always wearing. I can't say that he is big, but he has enough muscles on him.

My mom told me that Angelo is coming here next week to spend some time with his future wife.

I want to throw up just knowing it's me.

And on top of that, he's not even my husband yet and he already controls me.

A Bodyguard? Seriously?

It feels like enough of a prison already, why do I need a fucking bodyguard to make it even worse?

But like it or not my father signed this contract giving my hand to this man. I have no choice but to obey.

I got up from the ground, wiping away my tears because the last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me weak and vulnerable. That's not me.

I took a deep breath and left the room with my head held high, even though my heart was breaking.

I'm Allyn fucking Delgado not some weak bitch.

If they want to play this facade, okay.

Let's fucking play.