Chapter 1
Ambrose
"I don't fucking care, Nikolas. I paid The High Table eighty billion dollars to just raze that forest clear. Not only have you not wiped out that forest clean but now the media coverage has cost me my shares and if you were incapable of getting rid of that wild tribal village, you should have told me. I would have very well found another third party to do my work because what I'm paying you is much fucking more than what you stupid heads deserve." I barked, kicking the coffee table, watching all the media outlets cover the crude tribal village who were protesting against my lithium project and give them their fifteen minutes of fame.
"Watch that fucking mouth, Ambrose or else-"
"Or else what? I want that forest reduced to cinders or I want my money back." I didn't let Roy finish his ridiculous threats.
If the fucker didn't stop speaking, I was about to throw him out.
"That forest will be yours by tomorrow." Nikolas's terse replies had started to get on my nerves.
"How? Those primitive subhumans with zero idea of how far the human civilization has advanced have everyone's sympathy. I'll dissolve the parliament but the people who are protesting with those naked wild primates need to be fucking dead. I want this news to perish and be forgotten." I gritted out.
"That may cost a few more billions." Vittorio cackled.
Every bastard had a price and I knew at which bone these dogs would wag their tails.
"I'll pay you another twenty billion dollars. And ten percent of the profit share." I offered Nikolas.
All three of them shared a look before Nikolas's eyes averted back to me.
"Twenty percent," Greedy asshole.
"Fifteen. And if you want to act like a selfish bitch, get the fuck out," I snapped, bringing my tumbler to my mouth and downing my whiskey in one swig.
My eyes hooked on the screen again and I cringed eying the filthy tribal community scream something in their native language with nothing but animal hide and jute fabric around their dicks and cunts while their upper body was fully exposed.
The females of the tribe were hideous. Their hair was long, wild, knotted, and unwashed. I gagged watching their breasts bob up and down as they raised slogans of protest against my company.
So fucking ugly.
I was doing this planet a favor by getting rid of such a nasty breed of humans.
But how the fuck did they know which company had acquired their forest? This was definitely a rival's work.
I got up and walked toward the bar in my office.
"You need to loosen the fuck up. You're getting married tomorrow and the only thing that should be on your mind is your bride." Roy mocked me.
I would have kicked his ass out if he wasn't my childhood friend.
"I'm going to give you the forest as a wedding gift," Nikolas joked.
"A wedding gift for which I have paid The High Table a hundred billion dollars," I ridiculed.
"You know we don't do discounts." Vittorio snickered.
"Then get to work, Vit. Dad's pissed. If he complains about this to the Senior Dons, well then all the fucking best to all of you." I sneered pouring another drink for me.
"Vittorio, Roy, and I won't be attending your wedding tomorrow. We leave for the forest tonight." Nikolas said, getting up.
"Then who the fuck is going to be my best man?" I said slamming the tumbler of my whisky down.
"Find a replacement, wanker. Ezra or Lorcan can take over. What the fuck is more important? A silly role of a best man or that forest?" He retorted back with a smirk.
"Then I guess, we are done for today. We talk when you get me, my forest," I dismissed them while arranging the fentanyl powder in a line on the counter. I picked the straw from my cigar stand and was about to inhale the powder when Nikolas snatched it from my hands and threw the straw away.
"You clearly haven't learned your lesson from the attack at Donovan's Estate, a night before Roy and Ezra's wedding. All of us were too drunk at their wedding to fight." Nikolas grimaced, sliding the tumbler of my whiskey away from me.
"Whatever," I slurred when a knock sounded at the door.
"Dinner's served. And none of you are leaving without having dinner," Beverly's soft voice reached my ears.
"My woman will not talk to me for two days if I skip dinner at home." Nikolas let out.
"Pussy," I derided seeing him walk toward the door.
"That fiancée of yours needs some rest. She was on her toes for you from the time we entered. It's her wedding too tomorrow," Roy teased.
"I didn't ask her to become a domesticated wife. She left her modeling career and chose to become a housewife so that's on her," I groaned walking with them to the door.
"He has always been the most selfish among us," Vittorio laughed.
"Look who's talking," I scoffed watching them walk out of the door.
I went back to the couch and my eyes lingered on the TV screen again.
The ghastly plagues were screaming and crying watching the bulldozers from my company pull up.
Weak cunts.
"They left?" Beverly strutted in with the perfect gait of a supermodel.
I was going to convince her to go back to the runway and not cancel her stupid contract with the lingerie brand she was the brand ambassador of.
If she retired from her modeling career, she would make her life revolve around me, meaning, I would have a silly bitch follow me everywhere.
Her hands slithered over my throat and she stepped behind me, moving her hands along my shoulder in a soothing manner, instantly calming my raging nerves.
She massaged the back of my neck and pressed her fingers against the right pressure points when I held her hands and made her sit next to me.
"You need to relax, Ambrose. Why are you so pressed over a minor project?" I glared at the cunt and was seconds away from grabbing her throat and throwing her from the balcony of my office.
Her eyes widened and she quietly continued massaging my shoulder without uttering another drivel shit.
One of the many reasons I chose her to be my wife was she knew when to shut it. Her mouth was good at sucking me off but terrible at keeping her tongue-tied.
We were childhood sweethearts. Well, she thought we were. I had let her live in her bubble but had made it very clear to her that I was fucking other women too. She wanted to stay and was okay, so not my fucking fault.
Pathetic woman.
I wanted to like her but I couldn't even get myself to spend a night next to her in her bed after we were done fucking.
I had the room next to mine renovated as per her taste. No way, I wanted this foolish tart in my face.
The only reason I was marrying her was dad wanted me to produce an heir and she was better than any other cakey heiress he would choose for me.
This cunt was at least tolerable.
She was his friend's daughter and we even went to the same school so before he could bother me with all the other options, I told him I would take Beverly as my wife.
She had a good body, a sexy one at that. I could pound her pussy and give Dad his heir in a few months so that he would leave me the fuck alone.
"You really need to get back to work. You're losing out on millions." I stated watching her prance down the runway in a bikini for a summer campaign on TV.
"I thought you wouldn't be okay with me modeling after getting married. Practically parading around for a show in a bra and thong," her awkward laugh pricked my damn ears.
These miserable women! Why were they like these? Did she really think I gave a fuck if she romped naked on a runway or even the roads for that matter?
Fuck. Dad had put me in a very awkward position. If it wasn't for him, I would have hired a surrogate and continued with my life but the old man had to interfere.
He threatened me with the trust fund money. And I could do anything for my money. Marrying Beverly wasn't a big deal, no sweat.
I changed the channel and let the needy wench snuggle to me when my eyes caught something while switching to another channel.
I sucked in an agitated breath and gulped going back to the same channel that was broadcasting the filthy tribal's protest.
I ripped myself away from Beverly and sat up straight, my eyes eagerly searching for what they had captured a few seconds ago.
I left my seat and walked straight to the TV. Beverly followed me like the female dog she was.
My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at the young, wild girl. Everything else blurred into the background. My heart could crash into my ribcage if I didn't stop looking at her.
I could feel or hear nothing. All I could see were her beautiful eyes filled with tears and dark, chocolaty lips enticing me to nibble on them.
A very strange feeling overpowered me as I continued gawking at her upper body. My chest tightened in inexplicable fury watching her bare breasts. She was flashing her perfectly round breasts just like other tribal women and screaming my company's name pronouncing it incorrectly.
I smiled. She was allowed to pronounce it the way she wanted.
So fucking adorable.
But then something feral ticked inside me. It wasn't just me, the entire world could see her tits and ogle at her naked body. A cheap jute cloth around her waist did nothing to cover her tiny pussy.
Where the fuck was my phone.
I stormed to the bar counter and grabbed my phone calling my secretary.
"I don't want that protest to be telecasted. Pay each news channel whatever outrageous amount they demand. Buy their company's shares, or even buy the news channels outright if necessary, but I don't want any of them to livestream my naked woman. And get my helicopter ready." I growled into the phone and slammed it against the wall.
"Ambrose, where are you going? It's midnight and the guests are scheduled to start arriving at 8 am for our wedding." I ignored her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice and strode out of my office.
You're not needed anymore, skank.
The beautiful wild girl's heterochromatic eyes flickered in front of my eyes again and again while I descended the stairs.
It was like something had taken over me, a spell maybe but the only way I was getting my senses back was when I watched that wild woman up close.
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