Ricardo's POV:
I wake up every morning at 5 A.M. before heading to work. I like to work out because it helps me feel more relaxed. Right now, I'm living in one of my hotels, and I've been here for a month. It's been an adjustment to live alone, but I'm getting used to it.
I used to live at my parent's house, but things took a turn for the worse after a heated argument with my dumb stepbrother. It all started over something trivial, but as the conversation escalated, his obnoxious attitude and constant provocations pushed me over the edge. Now, I find it hard to even think about being in the same space as him. Just the thought of seeing his smug face again makes my blood boil and fills me with frustration. It's become clear that I need some distance to regain my peace of mind.
When I woke up I saw a woman next to me ' fuck I did it again' I thought,
I have a really strong sexual desire especially when I am drunk, when I feel stressed or anxious I call one of my mistresses to pleasure me I only fuck them with no feeling no passion nothing
When they were done I gave them the money and kicked them out that's how my life is till now I was thinking when suddenly someone hugged me from behind
And I looked around and see that the slut is trying to seduce me I let go of her hand around me and faced her she was looking at me with lust I smirked and then pulled her hair down until she screamed with pain she still has no idea what I am trying to do and put my hands on her neck and squeezed so hard that she gasped and her face turned from red to white
She was about to die
And then I let her go she was breathing so fast and started to cry and then said "Please baby stop why are you doing this to me huh, " she said trying to be cute "Hahaha.....listen bitch if you ever try to disturb me again not that I will take you twice but I will kill you, do you get it bitch? And don't dare call me baby you whore, the money is on the table.....now fuck off" I can see that she is so scared so she immediately got up from the bed and leaves.....
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After an intense hour of workout at the gym, I showered, changed, and left for the office, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I settled into my chair at my desk, the familiar hum of the office faded into the background, and I began to sift through emails that had piled up since my arrival. Suddenly, my phone rang, jolting me from my concentration. I glanced at the screen and saw my father's name flashing back at me.
With a sigh, I hesitated before answering. Our conversations had become increasingly strained, and I braced myself for what I knew would be another difficult discussion. "Don't tell me that you want me back," I blurted out as I picked up the call, my voice steady yet edged with defiance. "Because I will not return until you agree to give me your property." The words hung in the air, a mix of ambition and resentment, as I acknowledged my true motive: to claim what I believed was rightfully mine and to ultimately take my place as the next don in our family legacy.
To my surprise, he didn't respond immediately. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his tone more serious than I expected. "Son, come back home. I want to discuss an important subject with you." The urgency in his voice sparked a flicker of curiosity within me, but just as quickly, I felt the familiar wall of skepticism rise. What could be so important that it warranted a return to the place I had been so eager to distance myself from?
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on me. "Dad, I told you I will not come back until...." I started, but before I could finish, he interrupted me with an urgency in his voice. "I know, that's why I'm telling you to come back." His words hung in the air like a sharp note, and before I could process his statement, he abruptly hung up the phone.
"Wait, what did he just say?" I muttered to myself, my heart racing. "No, no, that can't be it! I know you, Dad," I continued, frustration bubbling within me. "Leonardo del Romano, you're not one to offer something without strings attached. You're always up to something."
I shook my head, determination coursing through my veins. "But let's see what you're planning. Nothing—absolutely nothing—will stop me from pursuing my dream." The fire of ambition lit up inside me, pushing me forward despite my father's mysterious intentions.
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In the evening I go to my parent's house 'fuck I have to see those bastards' faces again I swear if they try to piss me off I send them to where they came from
I step into the grand mansion, unhesitatingly pushing through the ornate doors. The security guards know me well; their nods of recognition affirm my familiarity with this place. It's a fortress of wealth, a vast estate that feels more like a small city rather than just a home. Inside its towering walls, around 20 families of relatives reside, sharing this opulent lifestyle that my father has meticulously built over the years.
You might find it hard to believe, but my father's fortune is staggering—it's as if all the wealth of the world is contained within the boundaries of this property. My heart races at the thought of one day reigning over it all, yet I understand the necessity of patience—a lesson my mother instilled in me. My father's promise hangs in the air: if I can prove myself to be a responsible and mature man, he will grant me ownership of this magnificent estate when the time is right, passing over my stepbrothers in the process.
This place is not just a mansion; it is a closely guarded secret, enveloped in layers of security. I remember conversations from my childhood, particularly one where my mother spoke of my father's relentless dedication. For twenty long years, he poured his heart and soul into building this empire, turning dreams into reality. Now, it stands as a testament to his unwavering work ethic and vision, shaping it into a sanctuary of wealth and family that I aspire to inherit.
As I stepped inside the house, a warm wave of familiarity washed over me. The rich aromas of a home-cooked meal filled the air, drawing me toward the hall where my family had gathered. They were all seated at the dining table, their faces lighting up as they spotted me. A sense of belonging enveloped me as I approached them.
First, I leaned down to kiss my mom on the forehead, feeling a rush of affection for the woman who had always been my guiding light. Then, I turned to my dad, gently kissing his hand in a gesture of respect and love, a cherished tradition deeply rooted in our family culture. It felt comforting to engage in this ritual, a simple yet profound way to connect with my parents before we shared the meal.
Unfortunately, I saw those faces again I don't know why but they all looked like beggars to me especially this woman who looked at me with a smile but I knew it was fake her name was (Sarinah), I couldn't fathom what my dad saw in her. Yes, she was undeniably striking, with sharp features and an alluring charm, but something was unsettling about her demeanor. It reminded me of a snake, stealthily slithering through the grass, always on the lookout for the perfect opportunity to strike—ready to unleash her venom at the slightest provocation. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I grappled with the unsettling thought that he might be captivated by her deceptive allure.
She has three children in total: two boys and one girl. Her older son is named Jack, and he is the one who always pisses me off. His twin sister, Zara, is also annoying and shameless because she is trying to seduce me; honestly, she just knows how to spend money just like her mom. They are both two years younger than me, making our age difference quite noticeable. The youngest sibling is a little boy named Aro. He is quite spoiled and tends to demand attention, which can be a bit overwhelming at times. Honestly, I find it tough to connect with them all.
Anyway I sat on my chair in front of my father across the table
As soon as my father picked up his fork and began to eat, it was like a signal for the rest of us to dig in as well. The clinking of utensils and the chatter of family filled the dining room. We all enjoyed our meals, savoring the familiar tastes that reminded us of home.
Once we finished eating, my dad looked up from his plate, a twinkle of determination in his eye, and said, "Ricardo, when you're done eating, I want you to come to my office" I nodded, responding with an enthusiastic, "Okay, Dad." and then he left.
However, just as I was about to relax, I heard a mumble from the corner of the table. "He called his favorite son again," Jack said with a smirk. Fury bubbled up within me, and I shot back, "What did you just say, you idiot?"
Sarinah, sitting beside me, tried to diffuse the tension. "Oh, Ricardo, he didn't say anything. Believe me," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. But my irritation lingered, and I couldn't resist retorting, "If tomorrow someone tells me that there's no one honest in the world, I'd rather die than believe you!" I chuckled, though there was an edge of truth in my words.
At that moment, my mom erupted into laughter, the warm sound spreading through the room, easing the previous tension. Her laughter was contagious, and soon enough, I found myself cracking a smile too.
I noticed my stepbrother Jack sitting across the room, his face twisted in frustration. He clenched his fist tightly, clearly trying to suppress his anger. Just as he began to rise from his chair, his mother interjected, fear evident in her voice. Both she and Jack were acutely aware of the consequences of crossing me; they had learned from past experiences that challenging me rarely ended well for them.
In that moment, I relished my power over them, savoring the tension that filled the air. I could have stayed and continued to taunt them, basking in their discomfort, but just then, my dad called out to me. Curiosity piqued, I decided it was time to see what he was up to.
So I immediately went upstairs to his office I knocked on the door and he said "Come in "
And I went inside and he instructed me to sit down and I did...
After a while, he said "Ricardo I don't want to beat around the bush I will tell you directly but you have to listen to me very carefully before losing your sense okay son? "
I could feel a knot tightening in my stomach as I glanced at him; his serious expression was a clear indication that something was troubling him. He rarely wore that somber look unless he had something significant to discuss, typically involving bad news. I took a deep breath to steady myself, trying to ward off the anxious thoughts racing through my mind. Finally, I nodded slowly, signaling to him that I was ready to hear what he had to say. "Okay, Dad," I said, my voice steady despite the unease I felt inside. "Go ahead and tell me what is going on." I braced myself for whatever he was about to reveal.
He said "I want you to marry Albert's daughter "
"What?????"I said