Oh yes, I forgot.My grandmother is still considered the matriarch of what was once the Larson mafia family.My father brought us out of that era into the light of law-abiding citizens with pristine tax records.My grandmother has never forgiven my father for dissolving a family organization in crime.
I continue reading.
So basically, because my father was stupid enough to terminate the Larsons as a formidable mafia family, then lost all the money his father left him, I'm the way out of this disaster.On marrying the head of the Onyx Empire, a trust worth a couple of billion dollars will be released to my father.
I have to get married to save my family.
Chapter Two
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Isabella
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Iwobble about, tryingto get my foot into a pair of heels, until my best friend, and the only sane person I know right now, offers me her arm to balance myself.
"Isabella, I love you, but do you think this is a good idea?I mean, the CEO of the Onyx Empire is a hardened criminal who moves around in the civilian world as if he were not the head of the most dangerous mafia family in the world."
Yes, because that had been my grandmother's plan all along.She didn't even try to hide her maniacal glee.Finally, her wish was going to come true: the Larsons will once again be associated with the titans of the underground world.She believes my marriage to Pablo Moretti will put the Larsons on the map again, and then she dangled a couple of billions to make me do it.
How could I not bail my father out?The man is rotting in a jail cell somewhere in the Mediterranean because he didn't—well, couldn't—pay one of the major contractors building his absurdly expensive island resort.So when I say, "bail out," I also mean that literally.Also, he's not actually rotting.Not yet anyway.
"I don't have a choice, Sam."
Samantha Harold and I have been friends for eons, inseparable since elementary school.She's getting engaged next year to a wonderful man, and I couldn't be happier for her.
"When I wanted us to be married at the same time, this is not what I envisioned," she says, worry lining her beautiful face.
"I know.But my mom is having a very active breakdown right now.And my poor father.The authorities are trying to make an example out of him over there, and our lawyer says the only man who could bring him back is Pablo Moretti, so clearly there is also some mafia stuff involved.I can’t believe this is my life right now."I try to swallow the quiver in my voice.
"I just have to get Pablo Moretti to marry me.He will, right?I mean, of course he'll want to marry me.He's in his late fifties, and I'm a hot twenty-four-year-old, right?My breasts are perky," I say, holding them in my hands.Okay, maybe not perky-perky; they're more than a handful and a bit heavy, but my nipples still point north, so that's something.
"And my ass..."I turn around and look over my shoulder at my butt, clad in a pencil-tight black skirt."Could do with a little less cake, but it's there," I say, slapping it."What more could he want?"
"Bell, you're flawlessly gorgeous," Sam says."And look, for a fifty-three-year-old, Pablo Moretti is...my gosh, hot," she adds, then shows me her phone.
