Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Rejection Rachel(Revision)

Like Juan Manuel Fangi, Rachel drove a Lamborghini Veneno through the streets of Valencia. The sound of music enlivened the sepunya of the city, considering the night entered late.

Music and the perfect half-moon accompanied the journey of the 26-year-old girl of Spanish origin. Tonight will be a historic night. Where for the first and last time Rachel met her future husband.

His lips lifted when he saw the name of the hotel plastered clearly on the top floor of the building clawed. The sign of his destination is not far from his current position.

It takes about five minutes to arrive. Rachel opens the car door and exits while wearing sunglasses.

His steps took a step while smiling thinly. Even at the reception desk, Rachel still wears a smile with her silly face.

"Welcome to xxxx hotel! can I help you, miss?" the receptionist was friendly.

"I've made an appointment with, Mr. Abbey." one short sentence said. However, it managed to make the receptionist understand.

"You're Mrs Caesar?" Rachel nodded weakly.

"Mr Peter is waiting for you in the presidential suite on the top floor!" Rachel nodded not forgetting to say thank you before leaving.

Some people laugh at his appearance. Fussy clothes with thick makeup. Seemed to equate Rachel with the mothers of the bounty maker.

Deliberately Rachel dressed up like this, intending to make paprika or whatever it was uncomfortable and drove him away. Hell, Rachel even forgot her name now.

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On the top floor...

The sound of heels collided with the marble floor so that it sounded echoing. There's nobody on this floor. Looks like this floor is specifically for hotel owners or special guests.

Rachel stood in front of a white double door with simple carvings as the decoration. There is a 'President suite' at the top.

Geck! poke! poke!

Rachel knocked on the door three times. Not getting an answer. Rachel pressed the bell repeatedly. It does not matter if the owner of the room is disturbed later. Wrong himself did not open the door immediately.

Standing for 10 minutes makes his legs feel stiff. Chequek! at last the door opened revealing a tall man with a white bathrobe standing up to welcome his arrival.

The strong smell of alcohol meant that the man was enjoying a break. Rachel fell silent on the spot, staring at that familiar handsome face.

The annoying face he still remembered until now. Apparently oh it turns out, her future husband is the man she met two years ago.

In fact, seen in terms of the shape of the face. Peter's good looks are not far from perfect. Anyone was instantly fascinated as soon as they saw that incredible sculpture. Sharp brown eyes, sharp nose, and jaw firmly covered with fine hair.

"Come in!" peter's orders.

Peter tilted a slanted smile as he observed Rachel's appearance from top to bottom. What Rachel really didn't want to marry him to the point of dressing up like this.

"Just get to the point, I want you to cancel that match!"

"Hm, why do I have to obey you?" Peter knitted his eyebrows together while enjoying a glass of wine.

"I've got a girlfriend, I'm not even a virgin. You still want to accept me, huh?" rachel's alibi bounces without a second thought.

Little laughter sounded faint. Before meeting Peter had already investigated the girl's life. Peter wanted to cancel the match. But, after seeing Rachel's vices by kicking the can towards her the other day, she undoes the intention.

Peter was determined to teach the girl a lesson by making her a submissive wife. It could be a life sentence.

"You have a boyfriend, you decide you're not married yet. And whether it's virgin or not, I don't care. That means you're already good at bed business. I don't have to teach you later!" peter's answer just now was like a lightning bolt that struck Rachel in broad daylight.

"Ck! to be honest I don't want to marry a cocky guy like you," brought up their first meeting at the casino two years ago.

"But I want to!" peter said quickly, looking at Rachel triumphantly with a contemptuous smiling lip.

Rachel rounded her eyes, not this matchmaking was forgotten because of her rejection. Why did he suddenly want to continue. Does he want revenge, because of that canned kick. So ridiculous.

"Is it because of the can?" as Peter's laughter breaks out, Rachel isn't as stupid as she thought. Rachel was quite sensitive as a woman.

"Well, you're right, besides I'm interested in seeing your courage, babe!" Peter whispered, exhaling his warm breath before distancing his face.

"You crazy? just because of a used can, you want to marry me? need you to know, I'm pretty wild and love to drink."

"Wild? I'll tame you later!" Peter rubbed Rachel's brown head gently. Both of their ash and brown beads clashed against each other for quite a long time.

"Fix, I want you to reject it, sir. You're not my type, you're ugly, and you're a forger. I don't like you!" rachel said honestly, but even made Peter more interested.

Peter's self-esteem is torn apart at Rachel's rejection. No woman has rejected him. Only Rachel dared to reject him outright.

"Alright, but I have a condition!"

"What?"

"What a but-"

"If you don't want to, then this match will continue!" peter's rebuttal cuts off Rachel's speech.

Shit he set me up. But no problem, a glass of alcohol won't make me drunk.

"Agreed!" Rachel sat on the sofa in the room, staring at Peter flat as she guessed inside. Waiting for Peter's next plan.

Peter lifted the corner of his lips, forming a thin grin. He went to get a bottle of red wine and a glass.

"Drink!" peter orders him to put the bottle and the two glasses on Rachel's front desk.

Angrily Rachel turned the glass over and looked at Peter with a fiery look. Peter poured the wine to the brim, then told Rachel to take it up through an eye gesture.

Glucose! gluk! gluk! with one gulp Rachel swallowed the blood red liquid until the toilet was not left.

Yuck! so bitter.

"Easy, now I can go home. Remember that! you have to cancel that match!" Rachel was about to move, but Peter firmly gripped her wrist.

"Why hurry, miss, we need to chat for a while." Rachel knitted next to her eyebrows. Then, back down.

"What do you want to say, don't waste my precious time!" cynical Rachel.

"No need to shout miss, what if we talk casually. If not as a life partner, I hope we can be in a relationship as friends."

"Well, it's up to you!" Rachel leaned her back, her head started to feel dizzy.

"How old are you, miss?" peter asked, even though he actually knew Rachel's age now. He was just stalling, waiting for something.

"This year I'm 26 years old!"

"Then you ever went to college?"

"Yes, I did my first degree at London University."

"You know, London is the paradise of the world. There are many handsome men with big bodies. I like to see them. I don't know, but my handsome male-loving soul thrashed at the sight of them. My hands are itching, wanting to reach out and get acquainted with them." rachel.

Peter smiled triumphantly.

Start drunk!

Peter knew Rachel's resistance to alcohol was very weak. Therefore Peter gave Rachel red wine with a fairly high alcohol content. Moreover, the girl drank it with a single gulp. It must have a faster effect than slowly digesting it.

"Am I handsome too, miss?"

"Hm?" Rachel observed Peter's face, unconsciously sitting on the man's lap.

He patted Peter on the cheek, then flipped his face. It was as if he was judging that handsome face.

"You're pretty handsome, but your body is bloated like a father!" tease Rachel, then go back to where she was.

His steps look staggering, his head was getting heavy. His consciousness disappeared completely.

"Really, what is this thing called being distended like the fathers?" Peter opened the bathrobe. Shows a sixpack stomach with eight tempting torn breads.

Rachel stared at those muscles full of interest. Unconsciously reached out, touching with slightly dripping saliva.

Drunkenness really made his sanity disappear. It wasn't that he was cheap, it was just that alcohol took over his senses.

"You want to feel it, miss?" as fast as lightning Rachel nodded, not knowing what her agreement meant.

Got you!

"Then come and hug me, baby!" Peter stretched out his arms, waiting for Rachel to enter his arms.

Rachel tightly hugged Peter, inhaling a cool aroma that was so soothing and distinctive. Slowly Peter led her to sleep in bed.

Tonight Peter makes Rachel his own.

You can't run anymore, Babe!

TB

warnings!

this story is only fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take seriously🙏