"You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me"
—Jean M. Auel
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Destiny's P.O.V
They say that some people were born under the lucky star, while others, are just not so lucky.
My name is Destiny Pitch, sounds beautiful, right?
Everyone is wondering about what their destiny is, and for me, it is an unexpected roller coaster that has no end and no beginning.
I have never seen my mom my whole life, and I was pretty much raised by a single dad who has no stable job and loves to get drunk.
I am trying so hard to be the opposite of him.
With the intelligence I inherited from my mother, I was able to get a scholarship on a public college here in London.
I am currently 25 years old, living the second to last semester of my medical college life, aiming so hard to be a proper doctor, and gain a stable life I didn't have my whole life.
But just three days ago, that dream of mine is shattered when I was FORCED to marry a handsome Greek god like billionaire.
Let us start from the beginning.
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Three days Ago ...
All done!
Finally, for the first time i am able to perfectly create some brownies without burning them or burning my hands.
I slice them into pieces and take one slice. Then I grab a small fork and cut them.
Before I could put them in my mouth, I hear the sounds of doorbell ringing.
Is dad finally back?
I open the door in a rush, ready to yell at his hear for leaving her precious daughter alone without any news for a week.
But it turns out to be someone else.
I see two guys wearing all black suit and black glasses standing in front of me.
I seriously have no idea what is going on right now.
"May I help you?"
"Is this the residence of Mr. Pitch?" The taller black guy asks me.
"Yes it is, is there something wrong?" They suddenly exchange glances with each other.
"Is he currently home?"
"No, he has been gone for a week."
Honestly, I was going to say 'missing' instead of gone, but let's just stick with it.
"Could you be his daughter?" The shorter man asks. I nod and reply.
"Miss, we need you to come with us." They suddenly drag me by my arms and force me to get into the car.
I try to release my hand from their grasp, but these men are just so strong.
After they finally get me in the car, I start to shout in frustration.
"What is wrong with you!? This is kidnapping!" But the men just remain silent.
I keep on shouting and asking about a lot of things. Then the shorter guy in the passenger seat starts speaking.
"The boss will explain things to you."
The boss? Who are they talking about?
Am I being kidnapped by some kind of crazy mafia organization that can just kill me at any moment?
Or am I going to be sold to human trafficking?
That could not happen. My future will be so ruined.
"Let me go!" I finally shout before they decided to seal my mouth with a piece of handkerchief. Classic.
Before God knows how long, we arrive in front of a big mansion. That looks like one of those mansion in a movie where only the wealthiest and the up class could live in.
They finally open the car door and drag me out from the car.
We enter the inside of the mansion. It really is huge. The decoration is really modern and luxurious. There are some beautiful decoration and artistic paintings are hung on the wall.
I am too fascinated by the sight before me, that i forget i am being kept as a hostage.
We stop in front of a room, and one of the man knock on the door.
A husky voice replies from the other side and the taller man opens the door.
They push me in and before i know it, i am right in front of a really gorgeous Greek god like man.
He seems to be in his early thirty, he has gorgeous brown eyes and dark brown hair. His tan skin contrast well with his white surrounding, even though he is wearing a dark suit.
Behind him, i see a small boy hiding, probably six or seven years old, with the same dark brown eyes and hair, he seems really shy but every once in a while he would tilt his head to take glance at me.
"Boss, it seems like Mr.Pitch escaped, but, we have his daughter instead."
The man gives a signal for both of them to release my hand and leave the room, and they do as they were told.
That man approaches me while i half shout. "Who are you? Why am I here?"
There are so many questions in my head that need to be answered.
"Now, sit down for a bit, won't you?" He points at the chair in front of me and surprisingly, I do as I am told.
"Well, missus, apparently, your father has left with a huge debt on me, and since he ran away, you, as his daughter, will be the one to pay the debt" he says so casually it almost seems like i am being interviewed for a job appliance.
"What? How much did he owe you?" I always know that shady father of mine has done something foolish, but I never thought it will end like this.
"Half a million." as soon as that amount is being said, i immediately fall from my chair.
What the hell did that crazy guy do to have that much of a debt?
Suddenly, I feel two small hands on my shoulder.
"Don't be sad." I see the small boy patting my head gently.
"Papa won't hurt you." He says as he points at the man.
So, this kid is his child, I guess?
"OMG, I can't believe it, how am i going to pay that much of money?"
I almost have a heart attack. But then suddenly, he snaps his finger.
"There is an offer available, would you like to hear it?"
Hearing the slight of hope, I nod at his question.
I can see the smirk in the corner of his lip.
Oh no...
"Marry me, and be the mother of my child." He stares straight at my eyes.
"Then, I will pretend that debt never existed."
I drop my jaw at that offer.
Is he telling me I have to marry someone i have just met in less than one hour?
"So? Your answer?"
Right now I have no other choices, do I?
"Fine, I will marry you" I say as I gulp down the last freedom breath I will ever have.
"Great, the marriage is in two days, be ready."