C10 Chapter 10

Fighting for power

Painted in light gray tones and with some minimal details of purple, the room where I will be staying is ridiculously huge. It has a living room, bathroom, and huge walk-in closet that makes my room in Miami just a sizeable one.

"Does it please you?" he asks while he stares at me.

"I guess that doesn't matter," I express coldly. Then I go where the staff left my bags.

I bend down to open them and start to unpack my clothes when I see him standing in front of me "we will have to go shopping. You have to change your style," he tells me, and I look up to meet his eyes.

"Don't even dream about it. I won't stop being who I am because of you. Also, you should know that I always appeared on the list of the best dressed in any social event I went to," I reply firmly. The desire to erase that stupid smile comes back again.

"It seems very good to me, but the clothes you wear in Miami are very different from those used by women here in Italy. In my family, image is essential, and I will not let anyone criticize my wife," he bluntly informs.

"Where will you sleep?" I ask, diverting the conversation.

"On that sofa over there," he points out, "but it will be after dinner. My parents won't be here, so we'll go out to dinner," he proposes.

"I'd rather we stay here," I object, challenging him, as I put some of my clothes on top of the chair near the bed.

"Sienna, you need to understand. It doesn't matter what you want but what I say," he replies, "so get ready, we are leaving in two hours. By the way, the place is quite luxurious," he informs me. Every minute that passes, I hate him more.

I can't believe he's so arrogant.

I reply to Lucas sarcastically, "as you like, dear husband." Then I continue with my task without speaking to him for the rest of the afternoon.

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Lucas wanted a perfect wife? Well, he will have it.

After having showered, combed, and made up. Finally, I put on the long black dress with a pronounced "V" neckline, with a cut worthy of being worn with the best matching heels. The whole set emphasizes my attributes; it is elegant and sensual at the same time. If Lucas wants to play, we both will. He will play revenge, and I will play to drive him crazy until he wants me out of his life. I will make him forget his revenge, and I will achieve it without harming my father.

I walk out of the dressing room and into the bedroom to find him standing in front of me, wearing a black tuxedo, much like the one he wore the night we met.

Control yourself, Sienna, don't fall for his game. He must fall into yours. I tell myself while ignoring his presence. I pick up the mobile that I left charging, on the night table, when our eyes finally meet.

His blue eyes are fixed on my silhouette and run slowly over me.

"Have I chosen the correct dress for your luxurious place?" I arrogantly ask him. A half-smile is drawn on his face.

"Not bad. However, don't think you are the most beautiful woman in the world just because you are wearing that captivating neckline. I have met women much more beautiful than you," he says in a mocking tone.

Sienna, control yourself. Says my inner self and smiled triumphantly.

"Don't even think I'm trying to seduce you with this neckline," I say bluntly, and before hearing his answer, I leave the room.

I can hear his footsteps behind me coming down the stairs and following me. I knew this would happen but what I couldn't predict was the way he held my arm.

"Be careful little girl, don't even think about seducing another man while you and I are married," he warns me, and I move my arm to free myself.

I turn my face to stare at him, and he smiled sarcastically "don't worry, I won't. But let me warn you something, Lucas Sandonini, I won't stop being who I am because of you; make that clear to you."

This is war

You will do what I tell you. Remember that you owe me a lot of money and my sister's life. "

"We better go. Your Majesty will be late for his reservation," I reply firmly. He brings out the worst in me.

I don't understand how someone can be such an idiot.

"Be careful, Sienna, remember that I set the rules of the game," he warns me, holding my arm so tight that it doesn't allow me to walk.

I looked at him, trying to realize the situation. I don't understand how my life has turned into this nightmare.