Billionaire's Destined Wife

POV: Lucian Davis

I am Lucian and I'm one of the biggest Artist and multi-business CEO's around. My parents were into business and they own other multiple businesses. Simply put, I have lived my life in wealth.

"Young master. You have to come out for breakfast." I heard the head maid say from behind the door and I sighed tiredly.

Breakfast with my parents was a nightmare, and I know fully well, what they probably wanted to talk about.

"I will be with you in a short while." I said and I heard slight sounds of her footsteps fading away. I came down from the bed and sauntered slowly into my bathroom.

Huge and dark Black is type of decor. I loved being in the dark as it granted me solitude. It was my safe haven. So it was no wonder why, I had my room and bathroom designed with Black, decor. I reached out to the sink and spurted on my hands, from the tube of my face wash and washed my face.

I finished taking my bath and sauntered out of my bedroom, wore my suit, and went down to the breakfast table.

"I have told you multiple times, never to delay me when I want to have breakfast, son. It makes me edgy." My father said as I walked into the dining room.

"Morning to you too, Father. You know, I always take a bath before breakfast and dinner." I said, pulling out a seat to seat on.

"Just like your mother, a clean freak." He said and I heard Mother Chuckle.

"Unlike you, my son knows the intricacies of cleanliness." Mom said and rubbed my back a bit.

"Morning Mother." I said and kissed her palm.

"Morning, my boy. I trust you had a good night sleep?" Mother asked as she placed pancakes in front of me.

"Yes, yes. I worked till mid night, but I had a short rest, and I feel energized." I said and cut up the pancake into pieces with my fork and Knife.

"And I assume you have a hectic work at the office today?" Father asked he sipped his coffee. One would think that he and I had a very good relationship, seeing how we constantly threw jabs at each other.

But our relationship was sour. And it was because of the one thing that children of Conglomerates have to bear. Marriage.

I was not a person who wanted to have commitments to a woman. Not yet. I wasn't even a fan of having kids.

Maybe it was because I was hung up on her. You know the strange girl I saw in my dreams. She was a beautiful young girl, one that had the heartstrings on my heart pulled, each time I saw her face in my dream. I constantly try to remember who she might be, I couldn't pin it. Most of the friends I had now, I had them since childhood, so I could remember the faces of them all, how they looked like when they were young..

And she was not amongst them. It was weird, worrisome, and felt ominous. Like there was something about her, that might be hidden somewhere in the memories that I had lost.

Yeah, I had a severe fall, and I lost memories when I was much younger. Sometimes, I like to think that fate, would bring her to me. Someday, some time.

"What are you thinking about, seeing you pick at your breakfast?" Mother asked and I veered away from my thoughts.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking of the new apprentice that would be coming into the studio for training sessions." I said and Father grunted.

"Have told you, to leave this art of a thing and remain in the business, where you are supposed to be." He said and I sighed internally.

Being an artist, was another reason why my Father and I's relationship had soured and rotten. I had always been an artist. When I was 19 years old, Father sent me to united states to study Business management, but I changed and studied art, When I returned home two years later with a BA degree in art, Father went mad with Fury and rage, and threw a statue at me, drawing blood from my head and giving me a minor scar, One hidden by my hair.

"You and I agreed that you would stay out of my business with my art publication and all, if I stayed away from the spotlight as a famous artist and only publish my designs on my gallery. We agreed that I would take over your company, and you would let me do as I please with my passion. I do not need to remind you, do I?" I said, eating a piece of pancake and I could feel my father's glare.

"I told you before that art is only for losers. People who do not have things to do for themselves but have wanton dreams, that is who art is for." Father said and I slammed my fork down on the table.

"drawing is what most people do for hobbies, as passion. I doubt you'd understand what that is, Father, because you constantly stuck your head in your work. So much so, that you were not there even when I woke after surgery, after that accident when I was eleven years old." I said angrily and the whole dining room went silent.

"Lucian, darling. Not that again, pleases." Mother said and I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I was working so that your future would be secured." Father said and I glared at him.

"Well, Father, my Future is settled now. You have worked hard, so much so that three more generations would enjoy the wealth you worked so hard for. But I am a believer in doing your own work, and that is what I am doing. I love designing and drawing, and that is why I am doing it. I'm not lazy and I do not have wanton dreams. Do not think that people who have wanton dreams are lazy. They are humans, like we are and it is okay to have wanton dreams." I said and Father glared at me, but said nothing.

"Well, if that'll be all. I'll take my leave now." I said and stood up.

"Lucian." Mother said and I shook my head.

"Not now Mother." I said and she sat down back, glaring at Father.

"Make sure you are home tonight. We have guests." Father said and I gave him a look.

"What guests?" I asked.

"The family of your future bride."