
Prologue | Alessandro
He has seen a hundred brunettes in the last week, but the catalog still hasn't reached halfway. What a joke! It has to be the stupidest thing he has done in his 27 years of life. One he blames on his father.
Rodriguez Van Wayland is not just the owner of Wayland Development; he is also the owner of his son's life choices. He thinks so, but Alessandro knows he is not. At Least not in this one.
If he is going to marry the girl of his father's choice, he should be the one to pick one out. However, the catalog delivered to him with a one-week deadline has only given him a headache, not the girl who can make his dick go hard.
"Pick one, Alessandro. They're all the best models in Tennessee, the eligible candidates to be your wife." Mark says with an upward tug of his lips. "I must say Mr. Wayland never fails in his job. I wonder whether he picked these girls or asked one of his men to do it."
Alessandro scowls at the man and releases a haughty laugh. "Hence I'm not picking any of these girls."
"What's your backup plan?" Mark pinches his brows together, looking at him from across the seat. The inside of the limo suddenly turns stuffy for him as he reads the wariness on his bodyguard's face, who also happens to be his friend. "Tomorrow morning, he would want to know your pick. And I assume you do have one?"
"I don't. But I'm going to find one tonight. The perfect bride." He loosens his tie and leans back against the black Italian leather, hands spread lazily over the back. If he wants to smell its rich scent forever, he needs to find a wife. Preferably, the one who doesn't seek romance in their arrangement or weighs heavy on his conscience if he asks for an out and someone who can fucking match his sexual appetite.
"How exactly are you going to explain this new alteration to your father's plan?"
Mark never fails to put him in place. It will change once he gets his shares in the company back.
His jaw ticks with anger and frustration, but he smirks at the man instead.
"We're going to find the perfect candidate for this namesake marriage, take a nice picture of her face, and replace one of the girls in the catalog. Now, stop your interrogation, and let's find me a bride."
Mark nods, and they fall into a comfortable silence. He knows what he is about to do is reckless, too savage of revenge to his commanding father, and too befitting to make a certain girl grovel for him(that's if his father is not the one to orchestrate this heartbreak of his).
"Sir, we're here?" The driver announces, pulling him out of his reverie.
He has spent enough of his time and resources to come up with this option. There's no more time or energy left in him for second thoughts.
This option has to do.
Alessandro turns towards the front seat, the Range Rover coming to a halt in the parking lot of a dinghy building, the neon sign crooked across its side, the red color illuminating the surrounding area, blood red. He rolls down the window and reconsiders his approach.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Mark asks with a puzzled look on his face.
He chews on the inside of his cheek, reaffirming his plans.
"Why the hell not?"
Mark grunts, reluctantly opening the door of the limo. His eyes scrutinize Alessandro as he pulls at the lapel of his suit, steps out of his luxurious world, and swaggers towards the hell identified as a seedy strip club.
It won't be the first time Alessandro has done something this monumentally forbidden as an act of rebellion against his tyrant father.
This one is going a little too far, even for the notorious bad boy that Alessandro Wayland is.
But he has done his research on this one.
A stripper with a situation.
Only a heartless asshole like him can take advantage of that. And his heart has been broken for a long time now.
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Author's Note: So, here's Alessandro's introduction. What are your thoughts about him?
We finally have my very first twisted characters who are in a toxic mix.
Also, this is finally happening. I'm starting a new story on Wattpad for Nanowrimo2022 and I hope it's going fine so far. Please share your feedback!!
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