"You were set to marry my father's heir. My oldest brother," She picks up a cup, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, he has died. As second oldest, it is my duty to fulfill my father's wishes." I'm still utterly confused. She takes a sip, "You will ma...
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Orion King
I don't think I'll ever get tired on the looks people make when I tell them that they're screwed. I like watching them, threatening them, asserting my power. Ruth, is unfortunately no different. If I was like any other human being, a part of me would feel for her. It must be frightening being in this position, but I'm not like any other person, which means I have no care for her. I can't. I won't.
I place the cup down, maintaining eye contact with her to see what she's thinking. For the first time since I've seen her, she looks so disappointed. I know she is, mostly of her uncle. It must be hard, finding out that the person you admired, is a phony. I let her down easy. If she knew the whole truth about him, then she'd let out all those tears that she's clearly harboring inside her light eyes.
I don't care much for her feelings. I should break her heart right now with the full truth, and I would, if I didn't need a somewhat stable wife to present.
I am Orion King. Daughter of Silas, and Marilyn King. My father was the most dangerous man to ever walk this earth, and I intend to follow in his steps. I must. It's already written in my blood.
It was one thing to watch my father announce that my brother, Tobias, would take over. I knew it made sense since he was the oldest, but him hiding my existence from the underworld, made me upset.
They believe that Silas and Marilyn had five sons. Tobias. Orion. Atticus. Rucifer. Adonis. They all believe that I'm a boy. This is my one chance to take charge, and rule like I was always meant to.
The only thing men hate most, is women in power. I can already imagine the looks on their faces when I show them who I am, and announce my marriage to another woman. They won't know what hit them.
Taking over the family empire means power, and power means everything to me, and my name. My father would've hated this. He wouldn't have agreed, but the old bastard is dead, and I don't mourn him. He doesn't deserve tears, not ever.
Her eyes are red, "I will not marry you."
"It's not a choice, and even if it was, I wouldn't care about what you want. I swear on all the things that you live, that I will rain hell upon you. You will marry me, or I will burn the brunette alive."
"Your choice," I finish sweetly, taking a sip of my black coffee, and maintaining eye contact with Ruth. Her eyes are red. I know she wants to cry.
"I—"
"Silence," I cut in, "You have until later tonight to decide," She should consider herself lucky that I'm even giving her the time to think, "If the clock strikes midnight tonight and I don't hear from you, I will marry you anyways, and kill the brunette for fun. I don't bluff, Ruth Foster," I grunt, and get up.
