Все главы Married to the Alpha King: Глава 1 - Глава 10

Viola Santangelo breathed in and took in her surroundings. The sun was merciful that spring morning, burning only over seventy degrees. The soft sea breeze that flew over the water and cradled their cottage only added to the beauty of the morning, and to her great pleasure, her little garden was blooming. She reached in as she tended to the blue hydrangeas that sat along her walls.The yellow walls created a cheerful and bright ambience that she loved. It was one of the things that she loved about the resort. It was one of the things she loved about their mountain resort at Lake Maggiore district."Viola!!!"A voice called out from the door and she turned and waved. It was their housekeeper Alessandra, she hated it when Viola got herself involved with the gardening, she always told her that she was making the gardener's job a little too easy."Vieni dentro!!"The woman shouted as she signalled for Viola to come inside."I

"Marriage..."Viola murmured as she looked out of her window. She wasn't too keen on the idea of marrying a man she had never met nor being in a loveless relationship. But it could be good for her.Firstly, getting married would mean she would no longer be under her Nonno's control. That sounded very much like freedom to her. And if there was one thing Viola wanted more than anything it was to be free of her Grandfather's control, but even that came at a cost.Secondly, she would have her chance at the company. It had been her dream to run the family business. She had hoped that her Nonno would put her at the helm of the affairs of things, but it was likely that he didn't trust her enough to handle it. But she could. She knew she could. She just had to prove it to him.But she was worried about marrying someone who she had never seen or heard of. Arranged marriages were not uncommon in her family's social circle, but at least the couples in question had a sort of

When Leonardo had been asked to walk Viola to the garden, he was expecting more than the deafening silence she offered. That was all she offered. And he wasn't in the mood for conversation either, not after hearing that the wedding was going to be in three months. He wondered if she was just as worried as he was or if she was ecstatic about the fact that she was getting married. Afterall, snagging Leonardo Durante is what most women would consider a prize. Her face gave away no emotions, he really could not tell how she was feeling or how she would be feeling. "You like the garden?"He finally asked as he found her studying the daffodils."Yes."She said as she turned to ignore him and focused solely on the daffodils. He wondered what he was expected to say. "Are you okay with all this?"He asked with a frustrated sigh out of the blues and Viola paused.She slowly turned to look at Leonardo with a raise of her eyebrow."You

Viola was barely home when Leonardo sent an apology text, she ignored him. He had made her wait for over an hour, she had called him several times, she knew that it was deliberate.He had stood her up on purpose and then promised to pick the ring himself. She was barely out of the car when Alessandra came running to her. "Viola!""Hey Alessandra. I didn't go ring shopping today, stupid Leonardo stood me up.""But he did say he'd get it himself, so I don't really care that much."Alessandra nodded. "No time for that mia figlia, Your grandfather has arranged a car for you, he wants to you to leave right away!"Viola looked around confused, she didn't know what was going on.Alessandra looked nervous. "You are not to waste another minute here, his instructions were very clear. Bruno is waiting for you over there with the car."Viola furrowed her eyebrows. "But what's going on? Why so soon?"Alessandra sighed. "

"Take her, take her inside."Mario said as Viola fell unconscious. It had felt like the ritual had gone on for days but as he looked out and saw how dark it was and looked at the time, it had barely gone for an hour. The ritual was complete, he thought as he wiped the sweat from his brows, he was exhausted. There was something about the ritual that seemed to drain the energy of everyone in the room, the witch most especially. Mario could remember how the witches chants had sounded so loud and draining that he had gone out for a break. He looked at the blood on the floor and turned to the quiet woman who was gently shivering at the corner. "Clean it up."Her name was Lisa. He had put her in charge of the witch twenty four years ago when he brought her to the farmhouse. He had taken great precautions to ensure that she would not reveal his secrets or the location of the witch. Lisa was mute, for the past twenty four years after her tongue and been cut off after an unfo