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Mars Marshall

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"Anything else | should know?" Riccardo said, looking atquestioningly.

"She is going out tonight with her friend and his boyfriend."

| filled him in on the other guy who would also join them, he nodded begrudgingly. We all had agreed that we

wouldn't decide what she would do in her spare tor with whom as long as she didn't cheat on us. We just had

to trust her and my instincts said, we could. Even so, it was hard to sit back, knowing she would spend twith

a straight guy at a club with drinks involved. What could | say? We were territorial beasts dressed in suits and

wearing the smile of a charming

prince.

i

spent the next few hours with Riccardo shooting shit, all the while dreading the meeting with my father. What

the hell could he be planning now? One thing | knew for sure, the dinner was doomed to be an ugly affair.

| arrived at the dinner venue in jeans and a black sweater which was frankly too hot for the weather outside.

What | wore didn't exactly meet the dress code for a place like this. The staff at

the restaurant gavewide eyes as | was led to my father's table but what the hell could they do? Kickout

for not meeting their dress code? No, not when | was here with a highly respected billionaire. They wouldn't want

to pi** him off.

My father was little more than an **a*ole with lots of cash and he had probably gained most of it in unethical

ways. Sauntering towards a table private from everyone else, | saw both my father and Ava had arrived and

when he noticed me, his permanent frown grew even more visible. He was old in every sense of the word but for

his looks, that was something he had gotten plastic surgery for. | couldn't even remember his real face,

everything and him was fake.

I had his set of hazel eyes but that was all, every other resemblance we might have had was erased by the

heavy use of Botox and surgery. There wasn't one wrinkle on his face or hands. If | had to guess, he had fixed his

body too. His hair was dyed black, not a single gray hair to be found even though he already turned sixty. His

looks were as important to him as his wealth and he was an egotistical jerk.

"Son?" He called, nodding atwith no smile whatsoever.

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"Dante," | greeted back, though I smiled but it helped no warmth.

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There was no love between us, what he had shownwas unable to have any other emotions besides

selfishness. As a child, I never looked up to him like any child with a healthy relationship with their parents would

do. He had never been my hero or someone | wanted to becwhen | | grew old. Instead, growing up, | just

wanted his approval. | had longed for him to tellhe was proud ofbut that never happened. In the end, |

accepted it and suppressed the longing until it all went away and in return, resentment took place. One thing

was **¥¥ng sure, | would never treat my children the sway he treated us. They would never feel like

necessary dirt to carry on the legacy. If | was lucky enough to have children, everything else would be secondary.

They would always cfirst.

"Marshall," Ava smiled iled at me, breaking the silent competition of wills that | had with my father.

| wondered if he could see how much | hated him but my guess was he knew and really couldn't

He

care less what | thought of him.

"Ava?" My voice always softened when | talked to my sister, no matter how angry | could be.

t down, son.

You could have dressed in something that didn't make you look like a peasant." He said, giving my clothes the

sink eye like it was a personal offense directed at him.

"| could have but then | would have looked much more handsthan you." | smirked but | didn't sit down on

the chair opposite him, | sat next to Ava instead. "How is your wife? Does she think the

xfe of luxury was worth having to sleep with you?"

Control had always been important to me, it was something I prided myself on having. But | don't know why |

struggled with it every t| was in this man's presence. "Guys, can't we lay off the insults just for a moment?"

Ava pleaded, she hated how much we disliked each other.

"Of course, princess." He said, giving her what looked like a sweet smile, although it lacked any

emotions.

He truly was a stone-cold son of a b****h. A waiter cby with a fancy looking red wine.

"Are you ready to order the food now, sir?" The man said, looking nervous like he could sense the sort of man he

was. It wouldn't surprisein the least, he was after all a b***rd in all but the real meaning of the word. Chapter

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we are ready." He said and listed off what he wanted, my sister also did the same.

for me," | said to the waiter.

thing for

"I won't stay long."

of

wine and

the

| directed it to him, his irritated face broughtmore pleasure than the sweetest wine we had gotten was really

sweet. As the waiter, | took another sip of the wine and settled better in the uncomfortable chair. You would think

a restaurant this expensive would have more comfortable chairs than the MacDonald down the road, not less.

"What did you want to talk about?" | asked, ready for this shit to be over.

"Who says | didn't want to simply enjoy a good meal with my children?" He said, makingeven more irritated

especially when | knew that was a load of crap.

"I don't believe that. Con, old man. | don't really have all day."

The last twe had dinner together, he had tried to getto marry a daughter to one of his friends, all to gain

more money and power over the city. That didn't end well, | would marry only for love not for stupid business

deal. He narrowed his eyes on me, he really didn't likelike ordering him around. After a few seconds, he

sighed before speaking.

"When are you going to quit this silly job you have?" He asked like it was certain that | would give

it up soon.

"Why are you asking?"

If this was going to be another one of his ploys to getto cwork for him, he would be waiting until it

rained hellfire.

"Haven't you been wasting enough of your ton that shit?" He added

He would never understand my passion for teaching or just never cared to understand it.

Father,

| don't intend to quit my job as a professor and it won't happen.

| couldn't even believe we had this conversation again, it was getting old and tiring.

"Tell him, father." Ava urged him.

She had stayed quiet while we bickered but was apparently just as tired of listening to us going back and forth

like I was.

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"Tellwhat?" | was getting suspicious now.

He closed his eyes for a second and then focused on the glass of wine in front of him.

"I have cancer," he mumbled.

"How bad is it?" | asked.

There

wasn't a

sn't any shaking in my voice, | felt steady and calm. It just emphasizes how little | had. considered him and my

family. Sure, | felt bad but mostly for my sister, she still cares about him and | care about her. "The doctors say |

have about a thirty percent chance of beating it." He said, sounding scared.

It was a stocking thing to see a proud man like him beaten down. He had tried to be perceived as indestructible

his entire life when in reality, he was just as much mortal as the rest of us, just like the speople who he

called peasant. | was about to ask more questions, like what kind of cancer he had and what his plans were. But

looking at the tears in my sister's eyes, | figured this was somethingand him could talk about in private.

"Whatever

you broughthere for, can we take it to your office, instead? Does tomorrow work?"

| wanted to spare my sister for whatever hurt I could, she possibly got the whole story already but she didn't

need to hear it again and in public no less. My father's eyes widened for just a fraction of a second, | knew he

was surprised that | had suggested meeting him in private. Well he was probably surprised that | wanted to meet

with him in general.

"I will make it happen, my assistant will contact you." He nodded.

"Good, | will see you then." | said, looking at my sister and my eyes softened.

Let's do something together next week. Whatever you want to do, | am in." | said to her and she gavea

watery smile.

"Yes, that sounds good."

I didn't even spare a look at my father, | stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Driving home, | felt restless. The dinner and the news had takencompletely by surprise. Whatever my father

wanted to talk toabout today, | guess | would find out tomorrow instead. | had a feeling about what he

wanted to discuss and | didn't like it one bit. | just hope | was wrong. 1943%

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