Episode 1

“I think now you're a woman, Fiorella,” he said angrily, pulling up his pants.

“I'm going to tell my father that you forced me,” I said in the heat of the moment, although it was a lie, I wanted it as much as he did.

Argo went to the closet, opened a box, and pointed the gun in my direction.

“Repeat what you said!” Poor guy, he thought that a gun pointed at my head would intimidate me, so I repeated. “I said I will tell…” He unlocked the gun, making me startle.

AUSTRALIA, SYDNEY

ARGO ROMANOV

Argo Romanov, the boss of the Mafia, and the patriarch of the Romanov family. I have been married to Loretha Romanov for 20 years, and I'm the father of Jared. After the death of my father-in-law, I took over his business and strictly control the illegal market.

To consolidate and strengthen our relationships outside the country, I made an agreement with Adalberto Ferraz, a marriage contract between his daughter and my son. If this marriage is forced, I don't care, things have to be done my way, I know what's best for our family and the business. I have been running illegal organized crime businesses for years and I am successful in everything I do.

I don't accept interference, I am strict as a father and husband. I got married young and since then, I have never been involved with any other woman. I am in love with my wife and I only have eyes for her.

I hear a knock on the door and ask for entry. It's Giasone, my right-hand man, the man I trust to carry out all the dirty work. I return my cigar to the ashtray and ask him to speak.

“Boss, we've been informed by our soldiers that the Ferraz family boarded a plane a few hours ago.”

“Don't worry, my dear, my son's marriage and the little girl are near. They are coming to reaffirm our agreement and have the engagement party. I want all the soldiers prepared, I don't trust that man, his son, or the girl.”

He nods and leaves the room, opening the door for my wife Loretha to enter. She walks like a queen and comes to me.

“You here, Loretha?” She sits on my lap and compliments me.

“Your idea of marrying Jared to the Ferraz girl was excellent, just like everything you do, darling.”

“Thank you, Loretha.”

My wife takes a photo printed on an A4 paper and puts it on my desk, I look at her confused and unfold the paper. It seems to be a photo of a girl taken from a distance, probably by one of our spies.

“Who is she?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the photo printed on the paper.

“She is Fiorella Ferraz, the one promised to our son.”

I look closely at the black and white photo. The little girl is young, I know she just turned 18, I received this news by email from her father himself. The agreement was for them to get engaged and married when she came of age. Even though she is 18 but looks 16, I can't help but notice her, she is a very beautiful young woman.

“Argo!” Loretha grabs my face with her hand, making our eyes meet. “She is beautiful, Jared will like her.”

“Even if he doesn't, Loretha. He has no choice,” I state, frowning. “Our son is 20 years old, I have already gone easy on him, he either gets married or I will disinherit him.

JARED ROMANOV

I heard that the old man, my father, has already arranged a girl for me, I never agreed with this nonsense. My motto has always been to fuck and move on to the next one kneeling at my feet. I am a Romanov, I will take care of all of this, and modesty aside, I am not someone to be wasted.

My father is such a pain in the ass, he thinks he owns the world. My mother, on the other hand, is completely different, she is sweet despite being married to a bitter man. But she never argues with Argo. He commands, she accepts. Loretha is the submissive wife he loves so much.

Although I don't want to marry such a young and inexperienced girl, the idea of fucking a virgin pussy excites me.

I enter my father's office without knocking, he looks at me as if I have done the worst thing in the world.

“If there's a door, it's for knocking, kid!”

"Are you watching porn?!" I scoff. "Why were you startled when I came in?" My father takes a deep breath and decides not to argue. I approach the table and see an open A4 paper.

"Who is this girl?"

"Your fiancée."

"You're mistaken if you think I'm going to marry a virgin girl."

"You don't have a choice, Jared. This is for the good of the empire you will one day inherit."

"Find someone else, father, anyone but a virgin."

"SHUT UP!" he punches the table. "Enough of your promiscuous lifestyle. They will arrive in a few hours, I want you here."

"But why her, just tell me that?"

"She's Ferraz's only daughter, Jared, he's the deputy chief of the German Mafia, and I need allies over there."

"I knew it, it's all for you guys."

"For us, boy. And become a man, I want you well-presented, they're arriving."

I smile ironically and leave the room, I will ruin this stupid contract. I will embarrass myself, and my "father-in-law" will immediately give up on giving his daughter to me.

GERMANY, BERLIN

FIORELLA FERRAZ

I am Fiorella Ferraz and I hate being born into this family of mobsters. My father is the deputy chief of a mafia and to save his empire, he signed a marriage contract with Argo Romanov. I have been promised to his stuck-up playboy son, Jared Romanov, for two years now, and now that I'm 18, I'm being dragged to Australia to celebrate the engagement party.

I am a virgin and have never been touched by another man. I guess I should thank my father for keeping me secluded in the "castle" where we live. Throughout all these years of my life, I have never felt the desire or need for something to satisfy me, but my body has been changing, and yesterday when I accidentally saw a sex scene in a movie, I felt the need to touch myself. My body reacted immediately and that was unprecedented for me. I loved it.

And to know that I am only getting married, only being sold because I am pure, makes me want to surrender to anyone just to end this ridiculous contract. However, that is not my dream, it is not to marry someone I have never met, it is not to marry without love, and especially not a boy who is the son of a mobster.

I wanted to meet someone sensitive, romantic, a handsome man whom I can trust and whose presence does not put my life in danger.

We are on my daddy's private jet heading straight into the lions' den. We have been flying for hours. I am going to meet my future husband and his parents. I am also planning a surprise for my dear daddy. I am going to refuse this marriage in front of these damn mobsters, I doubt they will want me as their daughter-in-law after the surprise I will give them.

"Cheer up, Fiorella, we're not going to a funeral."

"For you, we're saving your money, right, father? But for me, it's my funeral."

"You still have luck, Fiorella," my brother speaks, causing me to roll my eyes in disdain. "You're marrying Jared, nothing more, nothing less than a Romanov heir."

"This girl is ungrateful, Jonah."

Jonah Ferraz is my brother, he is 25 years old, and he licks the ground where daddy steps. He is lucky, he has always been free, has everything he wants, and never lived locked up like me. Women in my family are slaves to contractual marriages.

Jonah already controls a good part of our family's business. He is a good brother, never did anything to strain our relationship, but it annoys me how he defends everything our father does and says.

I am super restless on this plane, thank goodness we are going back tomorrow, today would just be a meeting for me to meet the Romanovs and an engagement party.

We land, not at a normal airport where normal people disembark from a trip, but we land on a runway outside the city. I approach the window and see black-clad men up ahead.

"Who are they, father?"

"The people from your future father-in-law," Jonah answers, trying to annoy me.

They wear black suits and have automatic weapons in their hands. I didn't want to be part of this world, why did mommy leave me alone with these two?

We entered a car with tinted windows, me, my father, my brother, and the armed guys. In the car, they were discussing horrible things, illegal stuff, agreements with militias, everything I abhor.

"You can settle in here, my boss is finishing up a meeting."

We sat in a large room and waited for my dear future father-in-law. I hugged my father around the waist, feeling a dreadful sensation. His security guards looked menacing. As we entered the premises, I observed everything. They are disgustingly rich, this "castle" must have around 10 bedrooms. An exaggeration for a man, a wife, and a son. It must be more inhabited by armed criminals than by themselves. I feel disgusted by these people.

"Dad, let's go, there's still time, I have a terrible feeling."

"My love, it's too late for that. You have been prepared for this moment since you were 16, didn't you have time to get used to it?" he said, stroking my arm wrapped around his waist. Jonah is standing, evaluating the drinks on the shelf in the room. "But, Dad..."

"I don't want to hear empty talk, Fiorella, you won't say a word, I don't want to hear your voice when Argo is here."

I remove my arm from his waist and stand up to confront him.

"I won't agree to this, Dad. You're selling me to..." I stop speaking when I hear a noise, the three of us look towards the opening door. My father immediately stands up.

ARGO ROMANOV

I had to leave an important business meeting when I found out that Adalberto Ferraz and his children had arrived. I called my wife and instructed her to bring Jared to meet his future wife.

As I approached the door, I could hear a soft yet irritating voice. A girl, defying her father and his orders. I opened the door and entered. I ignored the rebellious girl and greeted Adalberto Ferraz.

"Ferraz, my friend, good to see you again," I said, shaking his hand.

"Argo, it's an honor to be here and reaffirm our agreement."

"I see that you're a man of your word, I admire that."

"These are my children, Jonah Ferraz," I shake Jonah's hand. "This boy is talented at what he does, he makes me proud."

"I wish my son could bring me joy as well."

"And this is Fiorella Ferraz, my little girl," as he introduced his daughter, unfortunately, I had to shake her hand as well. I took a couple of steps towards her and extended my hand. I had to wait an eternity for her to respond and shake my hand back. The girl seemed furious with the situation, but no more than I. This girl's attitude is getting on my nerves. When her small hand touched mine, I felt her tremble. I pulled my arm back and walked to my desk.

"Please, have a seat, the three of you," I ordered them to sit in a harsh tone, I called the kitchen and asked them to bring something for them to eat.

Adalberto and his son sat down, the girl remained standing.

"You may sit, miss...?"

"Fiorella," she replied. "I'm fine standing."

Her words sent a jolt to my chest, I hate being challenged, and this is a challenge. She's defying a direct order of mine.

"I told you to sit, Fiorella," I raised my voice and ordered once again. She struggled to sit next to her father.

This girl clearly hasn't received any slaps in her childhood. She's insolent and defiant. If she thinks she can disregard my orders, she's mistaken. This Barbie is about to taste her own medicine. And I already know exactly what I'm going to do.

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