Chapter 2

ALEJANDRO

I walked into to house to hear shouting and arguments and I rolled my eyes , though I knew I was the cause.

I twirled the keys of my Ferrari in my hands and puffed my cigarette.

" Alejandro Armani Russo what have you done ?" , screamed a beautiful looking brunette in her early 40s', my mother , Rina Armani.

" He is going to be the end of this dynasty" my father answered.

"Hush, Dominic" my mother replied him while staring daggers at me.

My father also known as Lucifer himself because of his "shady deals" , is a man of principles.

We didn't get along while I was growing up and we still don't get along though but it's better than it was before. The funny thing is that as domineering and authoritative as my father may look, his major soft spot is Rina Armani, his precious wife, my mother.

I heard a soft chuckle and I turned towards to source and stared daggers at my younger sister

Isabella, who was clearly enjoying this whole exchange. Isabella was the pearl of my family and my father doesn't joke with her. She was way too annoying for a sixteen year old to me.

I'd admit what happened was my fault entirely but then who cares and in my defense I didn't know the girl was a Riolla.

There's a tradition in the Armani family that has been followed from generation to generation.

They believed that in order to chose a bride for the heir, there has to be a series of tests and all sorts before a bride will be chosen.

Then three ladies from respectable families will contest and a bride will be chosen from them.

And none of the ladies are allowed to have any sexual relations with the groom before hand at all

otherwise it'll lead to an automatic engagement.

The three families contesting this time are the Jades, the Riollas and the Linos...

The tiny weeny problem with this was that I'd already slept with the Riolla girl last week.

I didn't know she was a Riolla and I'm pretty sure the bitch did it to hook me down, well jokes on her because I'm not getting married to a fucking hoe.

What I still don't get though is how the pictures of both of us making out ended up at my parent's doorstep. This either means someone followed her there or she planned this grand scheme to pin herself on me, and it's not going to work.

I'll do everything in my power to go against it.

" He will have to marry her, that's the rule" said my mother.

Wait what ?! I have to marry who ?

"No way in hell am I marrying her , like it was just sex, the contest can still go on, right ?!"

" This will cause an uproar, the other two girls will feel cheated, this will cause a war , dad " my sister said.

Exactly listen to her.

"Enough! War or no war , you will marry the girl whether or not you like it and that's final ! "