Billionaire's Wrong Bride

Interchange of brides

Xavier Leonardi's pov.

"No. I won't marry a low-blood like her," I roared.

"Xavier, please try to understand. We don't have any choice. We need to make this deal as soon as possible," my mother tried to convince me. She knew that another conflict would start between my father and me, and she always tried to bridge the gap between us.

"But I was supposed to marry Valerio's other daughter. Why did they change the plan?" I was frustrated.

"We don't know, son, why they interchanged brides. But they requested that this marriage only last for three years and not be a real one," my mother explained in her gentle voice, but I was not in the mood to listen to her.

"What do you want, Mom? For your business deal, you want to tie me to a low-blood. I can't even tolerate standing beside her. You want me to spend my whole life with her. Are you serious, Mom?" I threw my hands in frustration and huffed.

"Son, you have to marry her. This is for my business, and I don't accept a NO from you. You are supposed to be in this marriage only for three years. After three years, whether you leave or divorce her, I won't stop you. But for now, to convince the board members, we have to put on a show in front of them, and I want this merger between the Leonardi and the Valerio," my father said indifferently.

He lacked any emotion. He was a great businessman but not a good parent. He never cared about my feelings. It was solely because of him that I became who I am today—a ruthless and heartless man. I, too, felt no emotion in my heart. He molded me in his own image. But I wouldn't allow him to ruin my life or use me as an asset in a business deal.

“Dad, what about your reputation? What will people say if you make a low-blood w***e like her your daughter-in-law? Aren't you afraid people will view you negatively?” I snickered.

“Mind your language, son, and remember that people care only about money and power. This deal will provide us with both wealth and as much power as we desire. Our name in the business world will become larger than life. So it won't hurt to have a girl like her as our daughter-in-law for three years. You should also understand that you must remain in this marriage for the full three years. I won't negotiate,” my father said with a bored expression.

“Dad, I won’t marry her because I have no plans to get married in the near future. I'm sorry, Dad, but I won't tarnish my reputation just for your business deal,” I said in a mocking tone and began to leave the room. I couldn't bear to stand there any longer and listen to their nonsense.

"Listen, son, if you leave this room, I will disown you, and you won't get a single penny from my property. You will also lose every right over the Leonardi Empire. The choice is yours, son. Go and live a life as you want or marry her and rule the world like a king." He raised his voice in a threatening way, making me halt in my steps.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as anger rose in my heart. I wanted to punch someone so badly. I took a deep breath and turned to face him.

"Okay, dad, I will marry her," I said, firmly looking into his eyes.

"Good choice, son. I will start preparing for your marriage. You may leave now." He turned and pulled out his phone from his pocket and started punching some numbers. I could not hear him because he left the room immediately. Maybe he was in a hurry to make all the arrangements for my marriage.

My life was f****d up as my soon-to-be wife would be Mia Valerio. I had heard so much about Mia Valerio. She was Antonio Valerio’s, the head of Valerio's Industries, second daughter. I also heard that she used to sleep around, and she was a blemish on the Valerio family's name. That's why they always treated her like a servant. I was promised to marry Valerio’s elder daughter, Kara Valerio. But I didn't know what happened between them, and my bride was switched. Now I had to marry Mia Valerio. Why was my luck so f****d up? Why couldn't I catch a break from my father's game plan? When would I get to live according to my own will?

God, I was so screwed. How could I survive living with a woman like her? She wasn't even worthy of being my slave. A girl like her should never cross the boundaries of Leonardi's mansion. But here, she would live in Leonardi's mansion as their daughter-in-law for three f*****g years.

Hell.

She was ugly and uneducated because the Valerio family didn't take proper care of her due to her mother. They said her mother was also a b***h, and that was why Antonio Valerio left her and married Kara's mother. I had no idea what three whole years would be like with a girl like Mia Valerio.

I will make your life a living hell. Welcome to hell Mia Valerio.

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Mia's pov.

It was dinner time, and I hurried to the dining table to put all the dishes in their places. All the members of the Valerio family were about to come. If they found dinner late, I would be in great trouble.

"s**t," I hissed when the hot curry spilled over my hand, and the red color appeared due to the burn. It hurt like hell, but I had so many things to take care of rather than my own burnt wound.

I always had to make food according to everyone's choice since everyone had different meals for dinner. My sister Kara needed a salad and fruit with vegetable soup as she was always on a diet. My stepmother, Andrea, wanted egg curry and rice, and for my father, I needed to make some healthy food as he was a heart patient.

The wall clock chimed, indicating they would be here any time. I threw a glance over the dining table and made sure that everything was present there and in its proper place. The sound of footsteps diverted my attention. I slowly turned my head towards the staircase. Kara and her mother were climbing down, chatting with each other about something.

They looked at me, and scowls appeared on their faces. I was used to this kind of reaction. Behind them, my father was descending. They all came and took their seats. In the center, my father took the chair, and Andrea sat on his left, while Kara sat on his right side. I stood there, waiting for their next instructions.

They all filled up their plates with their favorite food and started eating. My stomach growled in hunger at the smell of food. I closed my mouth to stop myself from drooling over a delicious meal. I had to wait until dinner was over. Whatever leftovers would be there, I had to feed on that only. I was grateful to them for giving me shelter to stay in and food to eat.

Finally, dinner was over, and so much food was left on the table. My stomach growled again at the pleasure of having so much leftover food. Today, I could eat my fill. I quickly cleared the table, put the plates in the basin, washed them with water, and put them in the dishwasher. I piled up the food on a plate and got settled in a corner of the kitchen. I was about to start eating when I heard someone calling my name.

“Mia, come to my room quickly,” I heard my stepmother, Andrea, calling me. I looked at my plate, placed a hand over my hungry stomach, sighed, and covered my plate, putting it on the slab. I had to go immediately; otherwise, there would be consequences for not obeying my stepmother. I couldn't afford to disobey her. I hurried and rushed towards Andrea's room, knocked on the door, and opened it quietly. I peeked inside and saw my half-sister Kara, my stepmother Andrea, and my father sitting inside, discussing something serious, as their expressions were cold and indifferent.

“Mia, come inside,” my father said in his cold voice.

I went inside slowly, bowing my head because I was not allowed to look into their eyes. My father stepped in front of me and said, "I have arranged your marriage, and you will be marrying Xavier Leonardi in seven days."

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