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but as soon as he waved goodbye, he turned and headed in the opposite direction, a little staggering. No more playing with luck, Valentina! CHAPTER TWO I turned around after a few steps to check if s

about Layla's reputation in society. It is not society that will sleep and wake up with her every day, nor live with her quirks and deal with her fickle moods until death do them part! It is not society that will have children with her. — I let out a breath of air, trying to avoid going overboard. — It's me, damn it! — Dominique, you are my only son! She's already thirty-five years old and hasn't even presented a suitable suitor... — Suitable suitor? — I spat the words with derision. — Can you hear yourself? Does mom know about your crazy intention of wanting to marry me out of convenience? Because as far as I know your story, she wasn't a suitable suitor either. My parents got married very young. Mom was just nineteen at the time and he was twenty-one. As the firstborn in a multimillion-dollar family, secretly marrying the daughter of the scullery maid who worked at the Leone mansion wasn't exactly what my grandparents had in mind for Dad. How could Jefferson Leone have the audacity to try to force me into an arranged marriage? I was pretty sure Mom didn't know anything. She always respected my singleness, even though the desire to have grandchildren running around the family property was one of her biggest dreams in life. — Domitila really appreciates Layla's company... — My mother is an angel on Earth, father! — I cut off, too impatient to hear her false arguments. — And I'll bet you a kidney that she has no idea what you just proposed to me. I could hear his tired sigh on the other end of the line. — I'm not forcing you to get married, Dominic... — Great! Because that's not going to happen. Now I have to turn it off. I opened my eyes a little reluctantly, but smiled when I saw that the headache from hell had disappeared, after some painkillers and a good few hours of sleep. Thanks to the intervention of the beautiful mermaid when she woke me up on the beach, I wasn't so exposed to the sun that I got burned excessively. After the call from my father and all that stressful conversation about marrying Layla Montanari, I had an outburst of anger and destroyed my cell phone by throwing it at the wall and, after discarding it in the trash without even worrying about the chip or card. From memory, I ended up at the Hotel da Ilha bar before even getting rid of the business attire that I insisted on wearing during a business meeting, completely ignoring the heat