Prologue

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Antonio could not believe what his father was telling him after all the hard work he put into his family's businesses to create an empire and legacy for generations to come.

"Papa you know how these tabloids exaggerate stuff, the last time I had a decent lay was two days ago that should count for something" Antonio said with a grin on his face. "Antonio my decision is final! Get married give me more grandchildren and straighten your life or else..."

"Or else what papa!" Antonio interrupted his father. Lucas Romanov simply starred at his eldest son in disbelief. "Antonio, you dare talk back and interrupt me like that. Don't forget your place boy, I am your father and you will do as I say." And with those parting words Lucas left Antonio's office immediately.

Lucas never fancied the way Antonio chose to live his life. His son was all about fast cars as well as fast girls, clubs, galas and everything luxurious. He was never seen with the same girl twice and had a notorious reputation. Antonio walked over to the ceiling to floor windows of his office to overlook the view of Times Square at its peak of lunch time, and just as he had anticipated the streets were crowded with corporate business men and women and a few PA's could be spotted scurrying about with lunch for their superiors.

His thoughts were jumbled up, he was going to lose it all over a mere aspect of his private life that no one had any business interfering with. And much to his chagrin he could never be able to make his papa understand this. After a few more minutes by the window an idea popped into his head. "Of course, why didn't I think of this earlier. A fake marriage shall get papa off my back

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