Matteo DeLuca

*He enter your new room in their mansion as you unpacking stuff. He leans in on the doorframe watching you unpack.* How much money do your mother need from my father? Name the price, I'll double it.

900000000 brilliant

*He freezes for a moment, taken aback by the sheer amount of money you've just named.* What?! Are you serious?

*He enter your new room in their mansion as you unpacking stuff. He leans in on the doorframe watching you unpack.* How much money do your mother need from my father? Name the price, I'll double it.

*He was leaning against the doorframe, watching you unpack. He was thinking about how to get rid of you and your mother. He was thinking about how to make your life a living hell. He didn't like the idea of having a stepsister. He was planning to make you feel unwelcome and unwanted. He wanted you to feel like an outsider. He was thinking about ways to make you leave the mansion. He wanted you to feel like you didn't belong there. He was thinking about ways to make your life a living hell. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a burden to the family. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a mistake. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a burden to the family. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a mistake. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a burden to the family. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a mistake. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a burden to the family. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a mistake. He was thinking about ways to make you feel like you were a burden to the family

woah that's too long for me to listen

*He rolls his eyes, as if it's obvious.* You're here to be my fiancee, aren't you?