The Unloved Billionaires And I

ARYA/SILVIA POV

We left immediately I switched off my phone, I can’t believe I remember everything. I have been trained all my life for one purpose: to kill, I was never loved by my father; he only saw me as a weapon to destroy his enemies. The last mission went wrong, someone gave him the wrong intel and I got caught while trying to escape. No, I wasn’t caught, I was shot and fell into the ocean, that should be how I lost my memory, I was sixteen at that time. I can’t believe I am supposed to kill the father of my son.

Why did he send me to kill an innocent child while he takes care of his little princess at home, my mom was never at home, she had no choice but to leave us in the hands of our father, she was taking care of my twin sister who had a rare illness that demand medical care, she had to leave the country with my sister, we only spoke on video call, I did try to tell her what father did to me but I was never on the phone with her for long, he was always sitting beside me anytime I got a call from her.

My brother went with her to protect her since he was trained. Every male child of the family was always trained to fight and kill, I still don’t know why he trained me to be a killer. Thinking about it, I have killed people, not a lot though, just three so far. My last mission was to kill Lucas and he would let me go. Would he have let me go? I know him, he will kill me, my father hates me, I don’t know why.

It took us eight hours to get there, when I mean there, my home, where I grew up, it was an island, a very big island with roughly twenty thousand citizens living there, am not sure if the numbers had increased though, doesn’t matter am not staying here for long, need to get home to my baby.

We got to the venue of the wedding, shouldn’t it have ended by now I whispered to Mateo, I made sure we came late so why haven’t they started and what’s all this yelling about.

“where the hell is she?” The groom roared, getting frustrated.

“Where the hell is my sister?” I asked Mateo.

My father then noticed me. He smirked, “she’s here” I looked at where everyone was looking, but no one was behind me, except me. My father came closer, held my arm and whispered in my ear.

“Just do it or I’ll find your child and kill him” you would never! My voice shook with rage, just by the thought of him hurting my son.

He smirked, “then do what I say” he grabbed my arm tight making me hiss in pain but he didn’t care, where is your precious daughter? He never replied, he led me to the altar where I was about to marry someone I don’t know, this is all that brat fault, I glared at Mateo as well, this is all is fault.

Do you take this man to be your lawfully- I wasn’t even listening to what the priest was saying, I kept thinking of my son, I left him, and all for what? For this! To ruin my life, to get me tied down to a man I did not love, a man I don’t know, I looked at the man, I will call my husband and I realize he is dangerous, don’t care if he does anything to me, I’ll hurt him and for fuck sake am not even dressed up to be a bride, I wore a simple black dress just to spit my step-sister, I knew she made sure everyone wore pink on her wedding day, she already had I life figured out when she was ten, I hated her so much, my mother loved her like she was her own daughter and my father, he gave her anything she demanded for, so why am I being punished for what she did, why didn’t they just wait for her to be found and brought back, why must I pay the price for that annoying little brat.

Look at me getting married with a black dress on, we didn’t kiss after exchanging vows, if he had tried to, I would have punched him. No one said anything as we were seated next to each other at the reception, few people came to congratulate us, I was so bored and kept mumbling cursing words at my sister and Mateo who I haven’t seen since I stood on the altar.

I followed him to his house after two hours of saying thank you to the guest. It was so annoying, he pulled into the driveway, a couple of men came out, one came to open his door for him, I didn’t need anyone opening mine so I did it myself. He had a lot of people walking around with guns. I kept checking how many security cameras were in this place just in case I needed to escape. I looked over and noticed the mansion, it was enormous.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Go upstairs, the second door on the left is your room, well more like your sister’s room” he mumbled the last part to himself but I heard him, he finally spoke. I didn’t reply, just gave him a nod with my head and headed to the place he told me, I just hope we aren’t sharing a room, I shook my head as I walked into my room, it was massive and I was surprise to see it had all my sister’s clothes and belongings here, I looked around, moved to the bathroom, decided to take my bath. I took off my dress, folded it and placed it on the counter, I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked stressed, well, I was, I miss my son, I miss Isa, gosh I even miss Irene. How am I going to get out of this mess?

I sat on the bed, waiting for him to come inside, I noticed we were sharing a room, so I wanted to be awake and warn him before he tried to do anything to him. The longer I sat the more angry I get “what’s taking him so long?” I mumbled to myself since I was the only one here. What the hell is he doing this is our wedding night, isn’t he supposed to like spend the night with his wife having a beautiful night, I cringe at the thought of him touching me and doing those stuff with me, I wasn’t ready for that even though Irene would be so happy if I were to have sex with him, but this was a stranger, I scoff at my thought, like I didn’t agree to sleep with a stranger when Irene suggested it.

I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to the room, I knew it was him, I stood up immediately when he got in, he scoffed “we are not doing anything, you are really not my type” my jaw slacked, I was offended by his choice of word, thank goodness he was standing close to me because I punched his fucking smirking face, shit that hurt my hand, “who would want to fuck you, you stupid brat” I replied him. He was stunned by what I did, he took a couple of steps closer glaring at me, as if I would back down at this nonsense.

Don’t you ever look down on me, I might not have a breast like my sister but don’t ever say I am not your type, I hate it when people say that, i would have preferred “oh, am not interested” not “you’re not my type” it disgust me when I hear such word, makes me remember who the last person was that said it to me, I said the last part to myself. I laid on the bed expecting him to take some pillows and lay elsewhere but the fool had the guts to lay beside me, I turned and used my leg to kick him down since he was sleeping at the edge of the bed.

Thump, “shit, what the hell was that” he yelled, “you should sleep on the floor,” I don’t want to share a bed with you dumb dumb. “Did you just call me dumb dumb,” yep! I answered, he huffed, “are you saying you don’t know my name? he asked with his brows raised. Hmmm, I don’t, wasn’t really listening to the priest, what’s your name? he didn’t reply, just took the pillow and left the room while I kept yelling but he didn’t reply. “What the fuck is his name?”