Chapter 1

"I'm marrying your daughter," I said, as I smiled at James.

James Martinez is frequently seen at my casino. I have a few but he owes a lot of money. He has a gambling problem and has been promising to pay me back my money 'soon'.

I don't deal with people who lie, and I've given him far too much time.No one lies to me or defies me. James has a wife and a daughter as well. I would venture to guess that they were unaware of his gambling addiction. When they find out tonight, I bet it will come as a surprise. I am a multi-millionaire. I am who I am today because I own hotels, casinos, bars, clubs, and a plethora of other establishments.

It's just business, and some people describe me as ruthless, selfish, and arrogant.

"What do you mean you're getting married to my daughter?"James asks me with wide eyes and stutters.

"James, I'm going to take something from you, your daughter, and I shall make her my wife now because you failed to pay what you owe."

"But...P-please, I don't want my wife and my daughter to know about my gambling addiction."

"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" I asked, giving him a quizzical look.

"I'll meet you today, at your house at four o'clock," I abruptly stated."I can't wait to meet your beautiful daughter and wife."

"Don't do this, please. I'll pay... I'll get the money soon," he begs.

"I'll give you one more chance.

Just leave this place immediately. I am a very busy man and I have no time for your lies," I groaned. He looks at me and appears to be about to weep. He slowly leaves my office after getting up from where he is sitting.

When there are people in my casino who owe a significant amount of money, I make it a point to conduct a background check on them, and I learn almost everything about them.

their age, date of birth, family, occupation, and location. Things are not going to go well for them at all if they ever attempt to cheat me twice.

You may all be wondering why a billionaire like me wants to marry Valentina, a normal girl. It's simple: my dad has been pestering me about getting married to a girl.

"Son, you need to settle down," he always says.

I've heard it so many times that I'm sick of him repeating it to me. I'm going to settle down. I'll settle down, yes. Yes, I will marry her, and I wouldn't give a hoot if she didn't want to because it would happen regardless. The union won't be one of love. I cannot possibly remain faithful throughout the marriage. I've seen a few Valentina photos. She is, without a doubt, a very pretty girl. She is tall, has brown eyes, has tanned skin, and has long brown hair. Her body is perfect.

She has a small cafe job; I go there occasionally. She is very polite, which may be due to her fear of me, but whatever. Although I've never actually spoken to her, I do know that she enjoys writing, drawing, and reading. She adores drinking tea and is obsessed with the show Arrow.

I'll tell her about marriage today. I can't wait to see her expression.

I will need to explain the circumstances surrounding this to Angela, the wife of James and Valentina. I'll disclose James' gambling addiction to Valentina and Angela. It will bring about some drama in the family, but I don't care about that.

I'll be nice and let Valentina spend two weeks with her parents. She will be living with me in my mansion after I try to get to know her better over those two weeks. If she treats me well, I'll treat her well, buy her a brand-new closet, and she can have any amount of money she wants. Sincerely, I have no idea why I am doing all of this for her; I just am.

However, if she ever attempts to defy me, she will feel my ire. I will allow Valentina to have her room and personal space when she moves in. Unless she wants to, she won't have to have any sexual encounters with me.

She will only need to go with me to parties, charity events, and other family outings. I have no other expectations of her. Sincerely, I believe I am serving her more favorably. She will get nice clothes from me. She might be very wealthy.

She only needed to accompany me to complete the task. She would want to be with me, after all. Just so you know, every girl wants to be with me.

Even though I did not inherit my father's good looks, I am a billionaire with good looks. My mother was very pretty, and I miss her very much. I probably got my good looks from her. Alana, my mother, died while giving birth to me. She appeared to be of the utmost beauty in the pictures I saw of her. I've always heard from my grandmother that my mother was very intelligent, kind, and loved by everyone.

Occasionally, I wish I had my mother's qualities. Would again, I wouldn't be as well-known and wealthy. If I were like my mother, no one would fear me. People take advantage of you when you're nice, and no one will ever take advantage of me again. I was raised in Brittany. That jerk was my stepmother. I detested her.

She used to look beautiful in front of my dad, but she was eviler than anyone else. She would slap me and lock me in my room without feeding me when my dad was away on business trips. Days would pass without adequate nourishment. It was awful to sometimes feel like I was going to die.

I don't want anyone to ever find out about that, and no one knows about it. I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me, and I don't need anyone to look at me differently. A few years ago, my dad divorced Brittany because he discovered that she was cheating on him and stealing his money. I got out of my chair and went to the window to see what was outside. After that, I took a look at my watch and realized that it was already four o'clock, so it was probably time to meet my "soon-to-be wife."