"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
"Ilya," I acknowledge, "It's a pleasure to meet."
He smiles at me with his eyes. Light grey ones, clearly contacts, and the smug look on his face tell me what I need to know, "My darling, Orion."
"I was told you wanted to meet?" I question. It's been more than twenty-four hours since I told the underworld about who I was, and I've already gotten offers, from several different mafias, and crews, all people who either want to join forces, or have their jefe ask me for my hand in marriage.
I have no desire to marry, or seek alliance with any of them. In our world, each crew, each mafia, and every family has a leader, a jefe. In my family, my organization, my empire, it's me, and that's all I need. I don't need, or want anybody else. Not now.
He nods his head, his eyes place on my thighs, "I always knew King was hiding something. My father has met with Adonis, Atticus, Rucifer, and even Tobias, but he's never met The Orion. He always wondered why, but now it's clear," his eyes now rake up and down my figure, "You're all woman."
I've always been codenamed the "Ghost," mainly because no one knew who I was. I still did everything that was expected of me. I killed, I handled drugs, moved product, made money, but did it all behind shadows. I truly was a ghost, but now everyone in the underworld knows my face.
Unlike Ruth, I'm now known. No one else knows what she looks like, only the elders, and my brothers. The elders won't say a word, and even if they would, they can't describe her in any special way. Ruth is average, she looks like every other woman who lives in this town to the naked eye, but in my eyes, she's different. I can tell just by looking at her, that she doesn't quite understand how valuable she is, how her life isn't ordinary, or just some pathetic tragedy that she deeply despises.
That underneath her mesmerizing blonde hair, there's some beautiful brain underneath. But even then, I'd never tell her that to her face. I can't.
Knowing her, she'd never let me forget it.
I nod, holding back my instinct to punch him in the throat, "Yes. Yes, I am. Now back to why you wanted to meet?" I change the topic, "I'm not looking for a merger, if that's what you were—"
"Oh, no," He shakes his head, "I'm here to ask for your hand in marriage. My father believes that this would be in the best interest for both families."
I raise my glass to my lips, and take a sip, "Haven't you heard? I'm engaged." A hint of annoyance laces my voice as I begin to think of Ruth again. Despite no one knowing her face now, it's not going to be like this forever. After our wedding, everyone will know, and maybe before then too. I'm not quite sure how long I can hide her from the rest of the underworld, but I know I can't, not entirely, "You're a bit late. I'll be sure to have someone send you your invitation in the mail," I finish sweetly.
