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Rocco's POV

Like an erupting volcano, I burst into my parent's mansion with anger coursing through me and stormy red eyes.

I stalk towards the second living room when no one is in sight the moment I enter, except for the maids whom I do not feel like talking to.

The person I want to see is my mother. And dad.

They both caused this. If only they didn't try to force me or blackmail me into marrying that crazy woman in the penthouse, maybe I won't be this frustrated, angry, and sad, and I would probably be on my way to work, excited for a new day's challenge.

They caused this so they should answer for this.

During the wedding yesterday, I realized mother was the one behind it all. She was the one who reminded my dad about it and pushed him to force me into this.

This is just unfair. This is unfair.

This is sheer wickedness.

Just before I get to the living room, Nita appears. When she spots me, she smiles and waves her hand but I shove her away and enter to see mom sitting on her