The CEO s Stubborn Matchmaker

"We are gathered here today to bless the lovely union of..."

Never have I thought I would be shoved into a freaking wedding gown out of my will to marry the most infuriating person in the whole world.

I had a beautiful plan laid out for my life.

•Finish high school at eighteen.

•Go to college and graduate, hopefully without landing in the police station (Who was I kidding? I landed there thrice.)

•After graduation, take on the family business, make a lot of money, and have fun for the rest of your life.

I was almost checking the last plan before I was roped into this stupid marriage. I am twenty-seven. I still have a lot of time ahead of me and a lot to do. Getting married to some scum was not part of the plan!

It was two days ago. I remember every single detail of that day - the sky was clear and I was happy the weather was friendly enough for me to go shopping. I was skipping happily to my car when I got a call from my father.

"Isabella, I want you at the villa, now!"

I knew whatever he wanted me for was going to piss me off. My father only calls me by my name whenever he means business - the business I hate most of the time. Despite being angry and frustrated as hell, I had to call my best friend, Lily, and tell her I wouldn't be making it.

"Your dad?"

I groaned as I stepped into my Maserati. "You know it." I hissed. "I just hope I won't leave this place feeling shitty."

"Sweetheart, we both know the chances of that happening are zero. Anyway, just call me immediately after you're done, okay? And please don't drink alone after. You know what happened the last time you drove under the influence."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah. Catch you later, bitch."

I hung up as I pulled into the compound of the villa. I stepped out and adjusted my shades.

"This way, ma'am."

I shoved my bag into the chest of one of the guards and made my way into the villa. I could hear my dad's hearty laugh as I approached the meeting room.

"I'm sure Genovese wouldn't want to make enemies with you."

I stopped in my tracks as I heard an unfamiliar voice. I turned to Justin, my personal bodyguard. "Who is with him?"

"DeLucca."

I frowned at the mention of that name. If that old man is there, that means his bastard son is with him. So much for leaving this place without feeling shitty. I flipped my hair back and straightened my back.

"Open the door," I ordered. Justin opened the door and I stepped into the room with my chin up authoritatively.

"You're here, amore."

I ignored my dad's acknowledgment and sat on an empty seat. I crossed my legs and folded my arms.

"Why am I here?" I demanded, trying my possible best to not meet the eyes of the weasel sitting across from me.

"Manners, Isa." Dad scolded.

"Well, it isn't really good manners to call when I was in the middle of something, Dad." I shot back and Fernando DeLucca chuckled. I glanced at the old man, and he shot me a wrinkly smile.

"It's been a long time since we met, Isabella. You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

It took a lot of self-control for me not to roll my eyes. I flashed him the fakest smile I could muster and glanced at my dad.

"What is this about?"

Dad took in a deep breath and smiled. And I knew that smile. It was the nervous smile he smiles whenever he was about to make a request that would piss me off. I leaned back in my chair, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.

"You're to marry Lorenzo, Isa." He dropped the bombshell.

Okay, I had expected something annoying but not something completely outrageously infuriating. My head couldn't register what he just said for a second.

"I have to do what?"

"It is for the company's benefit, amore."

I laughed hysterically, unable to believe the bullshit. I turned to Fernando and said, "I don't know what conclusion you and my dad had but sorry, sir, that is not possible. I would rather die than marry your son."

"I know the both of you have your differences and-" Fernando tried saying but I cut him off.

"Oh, so you know that but you still decided that us getting married is the best idea?" I fired.

"Isabella!" Dad thundered and I scoffed.

"I can't marry him, Dad!"