༆CREE'S EXQUISITE VILLA;
EVENING༆
The round dinning table was adorned with assorted dishes, edible fruits was stacked at the center with clean tableware.
Surrounding the table was various silvermade chairs and sitting gently on those chairs was Donald and Alora.
Donald had a cutting stiff look as he ate from his plate while Alora just focused on her meal.
The silence was palpable and the clanking sounds of their their knives and fork hitting the plate filled the entire room.
Maids stood some distance away hoping no complaints comes from the master. Donald.
Donald stole a short glance at Alora and he cleared his throat picking up the serviette, he wiped his lip.
"Where is your sister Alora.. She came home quite a while ago.. Why isn't she here.. joining us for dinner '' He asked and Alora raised her head up forcing a smile.
" Maybe she's taking a shower in her room "Alora said and bowed to continue eating.
*or probably drugging herself to stupor on her basement * She thought with a scoff.
Ever since that day.. Emily and her became distant and the most valid reason was because she refused to quit taking drugs.
She had gone to report her own sister to the authorities both from gulf and because she badly wanted her to stop it but, she didn't even get to the station before Emily abducted her midway and thought her a lesson threatening to end her life if she tries reporting her again.
Her own dear sister.. Emily... She was so different from the girl she usually knew.
Donald gave a curt nod and took out the papers, the document containing the marriage contract and he dropped it on his desk.
" So when am I getting your marriage news.. I haven't seen anything concerning your relationship on the air..." Donald fastened his gaze on Alora and she choked on her meal coughing terribly.
She gulped glass and glasses after glasses of water sneezing out pepper midway.. It was so severe her face turned red... Donald was unmoved by her plight and he just sat watching her squarely.
Alora was caught off guard by that question.. It was so unexpected.
"Da.. d... That's because I'm not in a relationship... I.. I want to focus on my business.. It's gaining more recognition.. I intend to..."
"Pity talk.. Flimsy excuses.. That's what you give anytime I ask you this.. And an exaggerated response of your work... What do you do.. A fashion business that only the brand is available and the owner unknown...
You're trying to live a modest life.. Tch Tch.. I do not approve of that.. No daughter of mine should try to live privately.. Everyone knows you as The daughter of Donald Cree.. You have no name attached to yourself except mine.. Take your Sister Emily for example.. She causes trouble sometimes but people know her as Emily Cree at least...
Since you can't have a name for yourself.. I told you to get married and at least have that powerful man's name attached to yours.. Gain recognition Alora.. I didn't bring you up to hide.. "Donald snapped and Alora bit her lip.
" Dad.. Having a name doesn't matter to me.. I don't want to gain recognition because I don't want to be recognized.. That's why I did everything I could to make my business known but hide myself as the owner.. It's good seeing people appreciate my work without knowing I created them.. At least it's easy for me to socialize.. I don't have to be bowed down to all the time.. I like my life the way I'm living it... "
" Well I don't and this your "Private life" ends today... "Donald said with a harsh voice and a stoic expression and he flipped the document towards her.
Alora caught it with a slight frown.
" What's this "
" You're getting married to the CEO of Titancore Studios.. The day after tomorrow.. You'll gain the pleasure of seeing him tomorrow evening" Donald said standing up and Alora's fork dropped to the ground, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping alongside.
"Whattttt!! " She exclaimed in horror standing up straight and accidentally stepping on the pointed tip of the fork, her flesh bursting and blood oozing out but that was the less of her cares righnow.
"Dad what are you talking about.. Me.. Marry.. Marriage... The day after tomorrow.. To a CEO.. Someone I know nothing of... Dad what's all these.. Where's this coming from" Alora ran crazily towards her father stopping in front of him and causing him to halt his steps , her blood painting the ground red.
"Do you dare question me lady" Donald fired and Alora shook her head.
"Am sorry father.. But what happened.. Why marriage all of a sudden... I don't want to get married just yet.. I'm just twenty-five.. At the peak of my life.. Am still not done with adventuring life and exploring its difficulties.. I can't just get married just yet.. And worst.. To someone I have no idea about.. I— I can't get married father " Alora pleaded more blood pumping out of her injured legs.
" When you're done blabbering.. Get off my sight " Mr Donald said sidestepping her and Alora gritted her teeth shutting her eyes tight from frustration as tears filled them up.
" Dad.. Fine.. I'll gain more recognition like you want.. I'll make myself known as the owner of Blooms Majestique, I'll let everyone know about the me as the one behind my brand just.. Plss.. Plss call of this marriage stuff because I'm not signing that darn document.. Besides I'm going for a blind date tomorrow afternoon.. So I can't even see the fucking guy you want me to marry by evening because I'll be all worn out and tired "Alora said trying all she can to convince him otherwise even if she knew it may be an impossible task because once her stonehead of a father decided something, it's second to impossible trying to change his mind.
" Call off your so called blind date tomorrow.. I'm not changing my mind.. You're getting married and that's final..." Donald said and Alora's shoulder slumped weakly. The tears which filled her eyes slowly crawling down her cheeks.
"Dad.. Pls.... What's your gain in this.. What would you gain from tieing my life up like this" Alora frustratedly cried and Donald stopped on his tracks.
"Recognition" He said and Alora kicked the stair rails, the slam reverberating around the area.
"I knew it.. I knew it.. Immediately you mentioned CEO and the darn name of the company.. I knew it was all for business.. So you'll sell your daughter out for a couple of Rubles that'll profit your business.. You'll sell my life out for that much father" Alora gritted and a swift blow to her face sent her crashing and rolling off the stairs.
No it wasn't a blow.. It was a slap.
Donald was fuming furiously with glaring eyes.
"You won't dare open that trash to talk that way to me.. You useless thing.. If it means I have to eject your kidney and heart to profit my business then so be it.. What's your use in my house.. You dirty bitch... You should be grateful he picked a trash like you to marry.. I would have preferred he chose Emily instead "Donald said with contempt as Alora layed on the ground with bruises on her face and blood painting her red.
She was breathing weakly on the ground and Donald scoffed as he continued ascending the stairs.
The maids rushed towards her with panicked voices, calling out her name as they helped her up, their actions frantic.
Alora stood up without their help, holding out and hand to stop them from coming closer.
She gaze with hazy eyes at the path her father took and diverted her attention to the contract paper on the ground, lips busted, blood slowly sliding into her eyes and finally, she lost it... Her consciousness.
༄NEXT DAY ;
ROMANOV'S PRIME CASTLE ༄
Edgar Romanov, sole owner of Titancore, who passed it down to Davian.
The old man was too old and could no longer run the business as his limbs shook from old age so he had to pass it down to a successor, although he had a son, he gave it to Davian, whom he adopted 5 years ago after he saved him, since his son only proved to be foolish.
His son, Greyson wasn't serious with the business as he spent most of the time flirting and wallowing away with women.
Davian had dropped by to say hi to him like he did once in a while, he doesn't live together with them. He loved his own personal space.
Walking in with Jephtha strolling behind him as usual, Davian stopped at the middle of the living room, his scent seizing the air in that space and his aura overshadowing every others. The cold look on his face left maids biting their lips and his undone buttons gave him that hot vibe.
Edgar Romanov stepped down the wide spiral stairs, large enough to fit a piano through sideways and flow into the living room.
The old man was held his walking cane and walked with the help of it. He was tall with light grey stubles and a thick mustache. His grey hair was so clean and white. Grey hair covered his head and his eyes narrowed as he smiled widely advancing towards Davian who still had his stoic expression dressed casually.
"On your way to visit your mother's grave It seems... You only stop by here whoever you go to do that.." Edgar said with a gentle smile as he stopped in front of Davian.
Davian just stared at him not replying and the old man smiled even wider heading to the dining table while Davian followed behind with Jephtha tagging along.
" Your actions and behaviors towards this old man isn't fair Davian.. Yunno this old man wants to see you often" Edgar said as the maids served his dishes while he sat.
Davian stood across him on the dining staring his way.
" You know I can't come often because..."
" You're a busy man Davian.. I know.. But at least if you won't come.. Give me some grandkids to play with" Edgar smiled chewing gently on his food and Davian's expression turned smirky even if his lips weren't stretched.
"Your wish would come true in nine months from now... I'm getting married tomorrow" Davian dropped.
"WHATTT... You marriage.. Impossible.. Since when.. You can't marry... Who would pick an interest in a two faced demon like you who acts this way to keep getting MY father's approval" It wasn't Sir Edgar who replied... It was Greyson.. His son.. Emphasizing on the My when he referred to his father.
"You sure have your ways huh.. How come all Of a sudden" Sir Edgar replied Davian whose expression didn't change like someone didn't speak now.
" Traps are meant for people to fall in... And when one gets in..." Davian left his words trailing and Edgar nodded totally understanding even if he didn't entirely understand.
He knew about Davian's story and knew Davian was a hard nut to crack.. He didn't force him... He doesn't bug him.. He just let's him do his thing.. Because he knows well Davian never makes mistakes.
"I would take my leave now" Davian bowed slightly.
"Did anyone notice me here" Greyson waved, he was all tattered seeming to just be waking up from sleep.
"Mail me the place of event" Edgar said and Davian just left.
Edgar took his now cold gaze to his son and Greyson recoiled.
He got up angrily from the chair wiping his mustache with the napkin and he exited the dining area as well.
Greyson blinked and pouted.
"He's always picking that demon over me... Someone once charged for being a druggie.. I only flirt with women okay... And fuck them for fun... I'm better than a druggie" Greyson muttered and picked his fork stabbing into his food.
* A RESTAURANT *
Alora was standing at the entrance of the restaurant and she kept on exhaling. All she needed to do was cross the transparent door and ding... She'll be in a relationship... The CEO of Titan core definitely wouldn't marry a girl who's already in a relationship... It would be gross.
And bad for his image.
She had dressed up specially for this... Probably too extravagantly but anything to look her best and impress her soon to be suitor.
She even wore makeup which was the unusual her, her dress was body hugging and stop midthigh to give out a nice view of her glowing fair skin. The black dress clung at her hip and was the type with a cut at the waist to show off her tiny waist, and an oval shaped opening at cleavage to give off her packed boobs... Her dark hair fell over one shoulder and a butterfly hair clip held it up at the side.
She look presentably eatable, so enticing and the men around were obviously ready to pounce on her with their eyes.
She took out her phone, holding her black purse to one hand as she stared one more time at the profile of the guy she was gonna meet. He was young and sturdy, he wore glasses as well and looked nerdy... He seemed 29.
Alright... She was doing this... No going back.. She would do this.
She would never sign that darn contract.. Never ever..
She would never marry someone she had no feeling for.
Never ever.
Finally pushing the doors open, the young goddess stepped in capturing hearts and making Jaws drop with drools flowing like water from their lips.
She just held a faint smile over her lip stick covered lip as she walked over to the chair designated for them.
As she approached, she saw the back view of the person and she smiled even wider.
"Hi I'm here.." She announced her presence going to seat in front of the man without raising her gaze to his face as she tried to sit properly.
She started talking still while trying to place her things properly.
"Alora Cree... Nice to meet ———YOU " ALORA trailed off at first but she adjusted back her chair and herself backwards, her eyes widening and her heart slamming hard against her chest from the sudden shock as she gazed at the cold smirky face of the one who sat before her looking hot in every way. His head slightly tilted to the side as his gaze focused on her and his fingers intertwined on the desk.
Her nemesis.
Her fear.
The dreaded one.
Her tormentor since five years back.
The one she could recognize his face anywhere as he frequented her nightmares.
The Black Devil.
Davian Cedar.
Shock zipped her vocal cord, shutting her dumb, her eyes expression and her open lip giving more than enough of how she felt.
" So desperate to meet me ... Eh.. Malenkij Vrunishka (little liar)"