Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 58

Her response was surprisingly indifferent, as if she had detached herself from the situation entirely. "No. I mean, it's between you and your mum," she replied nonchalantly, her words cutting through me like ice. "Who am I to interfere? That's your life, and you are free to live it as you want," she added indifferently.

I could feel anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. "Do you really not care if my mother wants me to marry a girl of her choice? It doesn't bother you," I asked, my voice trembling with suppressed anger.

Her response shocked me, as she remained calm and matter-of-fact. "Why should it bother me? We are not committed. We are not in a relationship. You should get married, and your family wants it too," she stated, causing my frustration to escalate.

Feeling a mix of desperation and vulnerability, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Bella, I want to settle down with you," I confessed shamelessly, my heart laid bare before her. I knew she might not fully understand, given her age, but I had to take the chance. I was willing to set aside my pride and beg her to marry me.

Her response was not what I had hoped for, and it hit me like a heavy blow. "Are you mad? Ryder, I am still in school. I want to complete my studies. I want to make my career first. I can't think about settling down in my teenage years. It would be better if you listen to your family and get married to a girl of their choice," she said curtly, closing the door on any hopes I had.

The pain I felt was overwhelming. She seemed unfazed, as if my happiness meant little to her. I was at a loss for words, my heart aching with the realization that our paths might be diverging irreversibly.

"So... After marriage, we won't be the same, you know that?" I asked, trying to gauge her emotions. She nodded, confirming my worst fears. "Can you live without me?" I questioned, wanting to understand just how much she was willing to hurt me.

"Listen, Ryder. I had never expected this from you. You were always a practical guy who thinks from the brain, not from the heart. It's obvious that we can't continue this relationship after marriage," she said sternly. Her response was like a knife to the heart.

"No, baby girl. You are so wrong," I declared with a soft intensity. "You are the most hot and gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life. You are the only girl my heart desires all the time. I can never get enough of you, after thousands of times making love to you in 24 hours, and you have no idea how stunningly incredible you are."

But she resisted my attempts to reassure her, pulling my hands away from her face.

"Stop it, Ryder. Just stop it," she pleaded, her tone carrying a mix of vulnerability and resolve. "Don't make it more complicated. I like to live in a planned way, and I have planned everything in my life, and marriage and settling down are not on the list. Don't force me to do anything which I don't want," she asserted, putting an end to any hopes of a future together.

Her decision felt like a miracle turned nightmare. I, the former playboy, was begging to get married, while she, the sweet and normal girl, wasn't ready for it at all. It was a cruel twist of fate that left me feeling lost and defeated. With her verdict made, I knew I had to move on to plan B.