Mr. Solano
"Take the money, Al, I want her." Alejandro scoffs "you will not marry my youngest daughter she's barely 21!" he argues back "marry Selen she's closer in age to you she's 25, you know this!" he continues "I don't want Selen!"
"hm, I won't let you buy my daughter," I cut him off "half a million." I take a swing of the alcohol in my hand the smell filling my nostrils.
He crosses his knees and his hands over his knees. "you. are not. buying. my fucking. daughter. end of story." he speaks.
"2 million." I argue. "no." he repeats "5 million." I smirk.
"she is not for sale." I scoff "everyone's for sale." he rolls his eyes and stands up "I think this is the end of this fucking conversation, Mr. Solano my daughter is not for sale."
I nod and watch as he reaches the door to my office.
"10 million fucking dollars." he stops in his tracks and half turns "when's the wedding?" he asks "June 24 this year."
He looks at me shocked "that's 6 months away, and my daughter doesn't get back from her trip for another 6 weeks."
"too bad. 6 months." he sighs
I stand up and face him. "I want Sereia" we shake hands sealing the deal.
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My Mafia Husband
Romance"i never cared about you or your siblings.." he said taking a swing from his whiskey filled cup the ice clinging to the glass making a ringing noise going through my ears. "so you sold me?!" I argue back. "Yes, It has helped my company grow, selling...
