His slave 5

Richard strode into the opulent manor, loosening his silk tie as he made his way towards the grand staircase. It had been a frustrating day of dealing with corporate leeches and simpering yes-men. He was looking forward to retreating to his private suite for a stiff drink.

"Richard!" His father's booming voice rang out, freezing him in his tracks. "To my study room, now."

Grinding his teeth, Richard pivoted and headed for the large mahogany doors leading to Rothchild's inner sanctum. He rapped his knuckles against the polished wood.

"Enter."

Richard pushed through, affecting an air of casual nonchalance. "You bellowed, father?"

Rothchild looked up from behind his desk, cigar clenched between his teeth. His cold eyes glittered with calculation.

"I have news that requires your...compliance, son." He took a pull from the cigar, exhaling a plume of blue smoke. "You're to be married this coming weekend."

Richard felt like he'd been doused in ice water. He blinked rapidly, convinced he'd mi