Adrian was brooding silently in the backseat of the limousine. He was riding with his dad so he could have a conversation with him, while his driver followed them with his Bentley. He had quietly endured the annoying dinner with the Marianos all night and he had restrained himself from causing a war between both families. He was angry by the whole arrangement, but even more offended by Chiara's attitude. He was not ready to get married, least of all to someone who did not want to marry him. He was still young, just twenty five years old and he was living his life to the fullest. The last thing he wanted was a marriage, he had always thought he was going to get married at the age of thirty six, after he had enjoyed most of what life had to offer. He was not ready for the responsibility and limitations of marriage, he wanted to live his life freely as a bachelor. "I guess the marriage is not happening." He said in a lackadaisical manner. "It has been settled, you are getting married."

Chiara followed the maitre d who led her to a round table with two chairs at the back of the restaurant. She sat down with her back facing the wall so she could have a wide view of everyone in the restaurant, she did not want to be blindsided. She looked around the restaurant, checking for any sign of threats, it was something she did whenever she went to a strange place. There were different people in the restaurant, it was obvious by their dressing and demeanor that some of them were there for business meetings, hangouts and dates. She did not spot any threat, the place seemed safe but she did not let her guard down. "Would you like to order now or are you waiting for someone?" A tall blonde waitress asked her. "Just a glass of water, my companion will be here soon." She leaned on the chair and slipped out her phone from her pocket. She checked a few emails and then, started playing games. The waitress returned with her water and pla

There was a delay in their drug distribution and Chiara had to look into it. A few of their distributors complained about the delay in supply. She went to their farm in Worcester, to supervise the drugs production. They had a large ranch with thirty acres of land used for crops and livestock production, the farm supplied wool to her textile industry and exported fruits in large quantities. The farm was registered under one of her Capo's name and he was responsible for the farm. The farm was also used in the production of heroin and marijuana. Cannabis and Opium poppy were planted at the far end of the ranch, close to the forest and uncultivated land. There was a laboratory not far from the field where the cannabis was processed into marijuana and packaged. Opium was also converted to morphine in the lab and transported to a heroin refinery in Hampshire. The heroin and marijuana was produced in large quantities and exported to other areas in New England,

Chiara went to her room to change from her swimwear into something more warm and comfortable. She wore a beige baggy top and grey sweatpants. She heard her phone beep and she picked it up from the nightstand where she had left it earlier. She checked her phone, it was a text from Adrian reminding her of their date. He had sent her an address of an art gallery earlier in the morning, telling her to meet him there at 5pm. Apparently, one of his friends was having an art exhibition and he thought it would be the perfect idea for a date. If she was not already teaching him a lesson, she would still ignore it. She had never really understood art and she found it exhausting. So, looking at different paintings surrounded by snotty, stuck-up people who gave ridiculous significance to each meaningless painting while trying to sound intelligent was something she did not find appealing. She saw the missed calls from him and she smirked. Placing the phone in her pocket, she went dow

"Where were you?" Xavier's voice came from behind her. She stopped her movement and turned to look at him. "I was on a date." He appeared surprised at first, then the shock on his face morphed into curiosity. "I do not understand. Why did you go another date with him?" "Apparently, it is my duty as his fiancee." She said in a nonchalant way. "What?" He looked at her with shock. "Are you really going to marry him?" He asked with an angry expression on his face. "The jury is still out on that. Time will tell." He gasped then he ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you want to marry him?" She observed him, he seemed hurt, like he was in some sort of pain. "No." Xavier sighed in relief and smiled. He covered the space between them with quick strides. When he was standing right in front of her, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She