All Chapters of Forced Marriage to the Psychotic Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I have given the quest for love. Because hopefully, love will find me one day. Unexpected, astonishing, and breathtaking._Unknown_Lorena's POVI glanced at my slender waist, evident in my Emerald silky nightwear. Again. It's dark already here in Via del Babuino, and I’m feeling so tipsy from washing down the predicaments of my soul with a bottle of champagne. The door to my hotel room opened - finally - a tall, attractive man stepped into the room and walked closer to my sitting position, which was the bed. I squinted at the dark-haired man standing in front of me."Hello, " I smiled at him, wanting to understand why he looked so much like Andreas and what he was doing in my room.I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't hoping he would ignore me completely. He looked deeply at me; then, I realized how dark his eyes were. They are blue, blue eyes. Suddenly, he sits closer to me. I turned to take a peek at his face, but this time -closer- he smiled at me. I blink numerousl

The best solutions are often simple yet unexpected._Julian Casablancas_Lorena's POVArriving home early in the morning, I slowly emerge through the brick wall that leads to the kitchen window with the help of our family cook, Francesca Oriano, a Thirty-one-year-old cook that turns into my best friend and comfort companion. She assists me in climbing up into the kitchen with a tight frown. "Lady Cicero, What made you stay out the whole night?" she frowned. "I had to pretend last night to be you by laying on your bed when your father came in to check up on you." She grimaces even more as she continues. "You'll put me in big trouble very soon." she raised a question."C'mon, Francesca. No one is putting anyone in trouble here. Where is my father?" "In his old study!" she says. "He has been furious since last night after receiving a call from some strange number," she says. "Hmmm. Who dares to anger the king himself." I giggle. "C'mon, you must change before he steps out to see yo

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.~ Friedrich Nietzsche~Lorena Ciecro POVIt's not every day that my father, Paolo De'Longhi Cicero, called for me in his old custom traditional book library; it is known by everyone that is connected to the Cicero. It's an old stately home for a chat —And I bet that you won't like to be called into the chat room because it gives chills and unwanted fatherly advice and decision—a place where frustrating choices are made and stamped.My elder sister, Verona, and I knocked on the old thick wooden door to find out. On the second knock, an ancient roman voice was heard."You may enter!" Said the commanding voice in the old roman dialect.Verona looks at me with eyes full of panic, praying to Go

In times of great stress or adversity, it's always best to keep busy, to plow your anger and your energy into something positive.~Lee Iacocca~Lorena Cicero's POVAfter much thinking about my late mother, Morena Cicero, I felt my heart weaken at the thought of my carbon copy, my very own lookalike. I was getting prepared to go to work in the orphanage since it's in the evening my father's choice will be coming to visit his Unabridged wife. "My lady, where are you going to?" Francesca asked with furrowed eyebrows. Looking at me dressed up in a relaxed state. "Have you forgotten you'll be having visitors today by evening, and your father gave us an instruction not to let you go out today," she added."He said that?" I grimace in shock. "I'm not running; why would I run? When I know that if I run, then I'm forever ruined. So, allow me to go out, please, please, please I need to visit the orphanage before time," I pleaded.Francesca looks deeply into my green eyes. "My lady, promise me

The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.~Amelia Earhart~Lorena Cicero's POVWe kissed a lot the first time we met. The voice inside my head had murmured harshly. Fine, I did let him kiss me, but we wouldn't have kissed back, and in my usual state, I wouldn't stoop so low to let a stranger kiss me. How on earth did I permit him to kiss me back? Now, here I am, wondering how the liberties of life could play such a trick on me. Why...? Why did deity play on my weak vitality? He didn't even think twice before he grins at me with his last word hunting me right now. I told you, didn't I? That we were destined to be together!— These were his words, with all full evidence of confidence hanging in the tone of his voice. When he said— Yes, Padre, we have met countless times! And indeed, the Prudi