Episode 3

Upon standing up like that, everyone looked at him, Igor felt indignant about it, but wanted to make his dissatisfaction clear.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked, looking at everyone at the table.

At this point, the union between people of the same sex had already been legalized, but would it not be strange for him to marry a stranger just to fulfill his family's interests? It was impossible.

"We are serious, why do you think we are joking with you?" His grandfather replied.

Igor's grandfather was traditional and strict, he did not see same-sex marriage in a favorable light, but in the face of the family's absolute interests, he was setting aside his convictions.

The Rossi family had few candidates for that task, only Igor, who was raised abroad, would be suitable for that role. Furthermore, the matrimonial union between two families was only aimed at benefiting themselves, not the happiness of their children and grandchildren.

The agreement was that the Moretti family would help Igor's family get out of the crisis, and in return they would be exempt from any future freight charges, as well as the division of benefits obtained for about three years. Since the Moretti family did not oppose same-sex marriage, they had no way of escape.

"Our family has spent money all these years to raise and support you, it is time for you to repay."

Igor heard that arrogant tone from his grandfather and felt even more indignant. How could he say that? Had they forgotten that they hadn't sent him anything since he was fifteen? They left him to fend for himself, but when something urgent came up, they remembered they had a lost son. It only made him feel even more like merchandise.

Igor didn't even have time to eat, he pushed his chair back, making a long, rough noise on the floor, declaring his mood at that moment.

"I am tired of traveling for so many hours, I am going to my room to rest, you all enjoy your meal."

His grandfather saw that his grandson was reluctant about it, even before Igor could leave the dining room, he spoke in his deep, cold voice.

"You cannot escape this matter, think it over for two days, then I will contact the Moretti family to arrange a meeting between you and the young man from that family."

"Grandpa, if you want to see me, I won't hide, but don't involve me in this matter," he turned and left the room.

Igor went upstairs to the second floor of the house, the staff who witnessed that discussion wondered if their second son was really going against his grandfather, they hadn't seen him for some time, how could he have become so courageous?

Igor's feet stepped firmly as he climbed the stairs, he didn't want to wait until his grandfather had a heart attack. He entered his room and locked the door, took his phone and booked a flight back to the foreign country the next day.

Since his family had abandoned him before, it was impossible for them to keep him at that moment. Igor liked men, but expecting him to abandon his happy life in another country to marry someone he didn't even know, and in a commercial marriage? It was ridiculous.

"Dream on!" He complained, looking at the door.

It took him a while to calm his anger, so he decided to sleep for the rest of the afternoon and night to rest. The long flight and the time difference had taken a toll on him, he hoped to rest enough to escape the next day with his luggage.

The intention was to rest well, but Igor ended up having a somewhat disturbing dream that night. He dreamt that, in reality, he was a character in a book, but the protagonist was his stepmother's son, Jone Rossi. The name of the novel was something like "How to Earn Ten Billion," in the dream, Jone had entered the book and knew the entire plot, making it easy to gain advantages.

In the dream, his brother managed to contact various influential people, becoming the wealthiest young man in Italy, gaining countless admirers, while he ended up being a complete opposite.

As he refused the marriage, it gave an opportunity for Jone to meet the young man from the Moretti family. With this attitude, he caused dissatisfaction for both families and after leaving his house, he began to covet his brother's fortune, learning to flatter all types of people, engaging in unreliable business deals, and ending up in debt, both domestically and internationally.

That nightmare ended with him no longer being able to bear that life and spending his last days in a rented house. That dream was long and very dark, and when he woke up, his shirt was soaked in sweat.

The dream had been so vivid. People used to say that the more real the dream, the easier it would dissipate from their memory, but in Igor's case, he couldn't forget. Igor was gasping for breath and sat down, trying to calm his heart rate. Everything still felt so real in his mind that it was difficult to distinguish between dream and reality.

He sat there, contemplating the dilemma of the dream he had lived for twenty-five years. How could he let himself be disturbed by a dream in that way? As he pondered, he heard a notification arrive on his cellphone.