Marriage Of The Di Daughter の小説・ストーリー

​The smooth purr of the Maybach’s engine was the only sound on the highway. ​Alex and I were on our way to my parents' estate. I’d called my dad earlier that day just to check on him, and in his usual doting fashion, he insisted it turn into a full family dinner. Of course, my mother had invited herself the second she heard, and when I told Alex, he immediately closed his laptop and said he was coming along. ​Because of our rushed, arranged marriage, our parents had never actually met before the wedding. This was Alex's first time meeting the legendary Benedict Bell.

"This is the girl you married, Uno? A greedy heiress with a struggling company?" Uno's grandmother plastered a smirk on her lips as she fanned herself with a big, red fabric fan. "I thought you and Hazel would end up together, it's just disappointing that you decided to marry for... I am not sure if it's a hopeless love or purely business?"

she finally ventured. Efrain's response was swift, a sudden choke interrupting his meal as he hurriedly reached for his coffee, gulping it down to calm himself. "No, of course not," he managed to sputter between coughs, laughter rising to cover his initial surprise. "Diana was previously married, and Marcela is her daughter from that marriage. Her husband passed away when Marcela was just ten. As for me, when Diana began a relationship with Pablo, we both agreed to end our sexual involvement."

Andrea said but inwardly cursed her luck. “I still wonder how his eyes never fell on my gorgeous daughter,” He said while ruffling her hair and Andrea smiled. “I was his junior, and his eyes were already set on Diana Roger. If she would’ve been alive, I am sure Christian would’ve married her. But unfortunately, she committed suicide.” Andrea pursed her lips in a straight line. “And then he was involved with Lia Smith, but I don’t understand why he married that Indian girl.” Andrea gave him a puzzled look to her father. “What was her name again?”

my mother's voice brought us out of the mix of feelings we were wrapped up in. "I am not getting married. Ask the man who was with her to get her out of ruin. I won't be the one to do that." "Don't talk nonsense. Tell your wife that she needs to marry Bern and to reconsider that decision. Buy some expensive gift and give it to your wife so she will give you permission from the second marriage," Diana squinted her eyes, "That is an order. I want you to marry Bern, it is the honour of our family. And your room is ready and you have stayed here, let's see if your marriage is for real," she left the room after giving him his orders.

He picked up the document again. “The first party in the name of Darren Kyne Jarl and the second party in the name of Diana Genevieve, agreed to commit a lifetime contract marriage. The second party replaces her sister in the name of Annabelle Genevieve who ran away, and as collateral for the crimes committed by her father, Frank Genevieve. The contents of the contract are first, no divorce no matter what the reason. Second, the identity of the second party will be hidden in order not to be a threat to the first party. Third, if the second party insists on divorce, it will be required to pay a penalty of 10 million dollars.” Alpha Darren took out a pen and gently pulled Diana's hand to hand

Diana shouted. Dominic got up suddenly making the chair he was sitting on fall backward. He then stomped his hands between Diana's head. "Dion Charlotte?" he asks sharply. "The girl who was used as a slave in the Ben family? Huh... You deserve to act like this. I know all your stories from Ben. It's quite interesting to hear, and I didn't think you were interesting," Dominic continued as he looked at Diana's eyes with her blood-red eyes. Still, in the same position, Dominic grabbed a few strands of this human hair and gripped it tightly. “You know what? Your beloved sister is currently getting married in Raltz.”

Diana added darkly, "the damage will be done. We'll have taken over his company, merged it with Hunt Classics, and Mitchelle will be long gone." I studied the documents carefully. Marriage certificates, medical records, even photographs of a woman with a young boy who bore a slight resemblance to Dorian. "And if Dorian doesn't die in that coma?" I asked quietly. "We'll certainly finish him," Diana replied simply. "No one to contradict our story. The 'wife' and 'son' inherit everything legally. Mitchelle gets nothing and disappears in shame." Everything began to click into place in my mind. Diana was a calculative bitch, and I absolutely loved it.

Not realizing the privilege she has, she takes advantage of everything. "Dianne, you have to marry Mr. Damos' son, Kronos," her father uttered in an authority voice while she looked bored as she played with her pen. "I didn't know Mr. Reeves has a fine daughter such as you. We'd make a great couple, won't we?" She put the pen down before looking at Kronos and sighing. It's been a few years yet she's not interested in dating anyone yet.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I was married. I was Damian Moretti's wife. My father stepped forward, standing in front of the crowd, holding a microphone. He raised his glass, a proud smile on his face. I knew that smile. It was the smile of a man who had won. And in a way, he had. He had married off his only daughter to to secure his fortune even for generations to come. He has successfully merged the most powerful family in a union.