“You have some nerve, Massimo.” She stomps over so she’s standing directly in front of my desk. “Howdareyou?”
“How dare I what?” I ask, fully knowing what this is about.
After my chat with my dad the other day, I called Tomasso and told him to get his daughter and her boyfriend to break up. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure it would push Liana into my arms, but it seems I have my answer now.
“Do you think you’re God or something?”
I release a scoff. “Definitely not.”
“Then why do you continue to play with people’s lives like this?”
“Why don’t you take a seat, Liana?”
She drops her bag in one of the chairs while taking a seat in the other.
Letting out a sigh, I sit back down. “I already told you. I’ll do anything to get you.”
“Yes, I know that, but how can you sit there and think I’d be okay with how you’re going about all of this? You’ve pushed the limit, Massimo. You’ve gone too damn far.” She seethes.
“There’s no limit when it comes to you.”
She shakes her head. “She means a lot to me, and she’s gone through so much. Her own motherlefther. Can you imagine how that feels? Oh, wait, that’s right, Massimo Bonetti comes from a happy, safe, complete home. Complete with both parents still alive and together and two brothers. This bubble you live in must be really awesome, huh? It has you not even considering the hell you’re bringing down on others.”
“Liana, I?—”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what your excuse is. You wanted to use Alessia to force me into a marriage. Well, you’ve finally succeeded, you asshole.”
That grabs my attention, making me perk up. I raise a brow at her.
“Yes, you heard me correctly, but if you think I don’t have some conditions of my own for thiscontractual marriage, you have another thing coming.”
“Contractual marriage,” I say.
“Yes, I know how this stuff works. I’m sure you drew up a contract for me to sign?”
I’m impressed, even though I shouldn’t be. Liana’s business didn’t take off on its own. It’s needed a well-versed businesswoman who is fluent in contracts to succeed.
“Of course,” I say.
“Great. Hand it over.” She holds out her hand.
My brows raise to my hairline. “You’re going to sign it right here, right now?”
“Of course not,” she scoffs out. “Do you think I’d be stupid enough to sign a document without going over every single line? Besides, I already told you, I have some conditions of my own I’d like to add, so I’ll need a copy of the contract to add them in.”
“And what if I don’t agree to those conditions?”
“Well, then you can say goodbye to your chance ateverhaving me.”
A low chuckle reverberates out of my chest. “Alright, Liana. I’ll play by your rules.”
Opening up the top drawer of my desk, I pull out a manila envelope. Setting it on my desk, I push it over to her.
She opens it up and pulls the single piece of paper out. “This is it?”
“It’s just a marriage contract. There’s not much that goes into it.”
She pushes the paper back inside the envelope and grabs her bag off the chair next to her. Pulling out her phone, she says, “When are you available to go over the additions I make to the contract? It looks like I’m pretty booked next week. I might be able to squeeze you in on Thursday before lunch.”
