Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {15} Antonio

John 8:7 (KJV)

So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.  _________________

Last Will and Testament of Alessandro Vincenzo D'Angelo

I Alessandro Vincenzo D'Angelo being of sound of mind leave my properties, both in America and Italy to my son Antonio Alessandro D'Angelo.

My multitude of cars will be left to my daughter, Avelina Maria D'Angelo.

My chain of businesses shall be handled by my sons, Antonio Alessandro D'Angelo and Giovanni Rossi till my daughter is of age to have an equal position as they, my shares shall be sold and the money given to charity.

Lastly, my empire will be given to my wife, Emma Rodgers till the day of marriage between my son, and Samantha Cavelli.

The last sentence hit to the core making me refuse to accept that reality. I had the will checked, rechecked and checked again and all three lawyers confirmed that it was the real deal. I was bound in an arranged betrothment with a woman I could not even stand.

That very same person was currently sitting on my lap, enjoying herself or rather flaunting me like some dress she had that other girls did not have, I wish I could just push her off into the floor just to embarrass her and of course for my satisfaction, but, to my dismay, I had to bear with her despite my rancour towards her until the day of the wedding because though the will was agitating it did however only have a hold of me up until the day of the wedding. For now, I had to pretend to at least like her to the outside world.

My mood got even more damped as I watched the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen since my mom walk in with her friend, she did not look bothered by the stares or whispers that just spread across the cafeteria like a virus as soon as she entered. Samantha ceased talking to Lucia and Margaret who were pretending to listen but I knew how much they despised her for her snobbish ways, her gaze focused solely on her and if she had laser beams then Destiny would not be there anymore.

At first, I thought that they knew each other and had some feud only to find out that Samantha was the one who had some sort of resentment towards her, for an apparent reason, me. She saw how I gave my attention to Destiny something she had wanted ever since I had known her. And I just added fuel to the fire by wanting her to be my fake girlfriend and now they were enemies in Samantha's eyes.

She was about to stand up and move on to her when I harshly pulled her arm making her give out an incoherent gasp as I pulled her body closer to mine, placed a smile on my face and slowly twisted her hair into my fist making her hiss in pain but I could care less, "You will sit down like a good girl and not try anything, you do not want to make me angry, now behave, understood?" She nodded repeatedly but she knew I wanted a verbal answer so I continued pulling her hair until she said, "Y-yes understood."

I let go of her hair and relaxed into my seat as Lucia gave me a questioning stare which I only winked at. She knew that she reported every single thing to her dad but she would not report me and I could attest to that, and even if she did he was at a lower rank to me so he would not be able to do anything except run his mouth and that's if he would be brave enough to do so.

She ate her rabbit food with a solemn look on her face, I was already full so I just watched her eat, chew and swallow her food. A few minutes later a girl a few shades darker than Destiny and short blonde-dyed hair came over holding a lot of papers from the campus' media committee, something Emma supported financially because of Samantha's involvement or rather her cupidity to always have been pocket full whilst using her puppet of a best friend to do all the writing and gathering of information before handing it to the committee, and how do I know about that? Well, Samantha herself proudly told me during a date which Emma had planned how she ate off her best friends with her job being just to sit and listen to the gossip before approving it.