Lucas's eyes blazed with fury, his gaze fixed on Victor. "No Smith will ever bow to a Blackwood."
"Should I consider this the beginning of a war?" Victor asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ethan Smith's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "What are you talking about, Blackwood?"
Julian Smith stepped forward, his voice calm and measured. "Wait, our fathers had decided that to maintain peace between our families, our only sister, Ivy, should be married to Victor. We must think about our business and reputation, so this agreement will continue."
Lucas Smith's face twisted in disgust. "Brother, you can't be serious. You want Ivy to marry this...this..."
Victor's smile grew wider. "Watch your mouth, Smith. I'm not exactly thrilled about marrying your precious Ivy Elizabeth either. It was my father's decision, not mine."
Lucas sneered. "Since when do you follow your father's decisions, Blackwood?"
Victor's smirk returned, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I look forward to our union, Ivy Elizabeth."
Victor Blackwood's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he turned to Ethan Smith. "Now that we've settled the agreement, let's finalize the engagement date. Time is of the essence, and I have little patience for prolonged celebrations. Next week would be ideal. My bride, Ivy Elizabeth, will be arriving shortly. See that she's prepared, Ethan."
With that, Victor strode away, leaving Ethan seething with resentment. Ethan's fists clenched, his anger simmering just below the surface. "That scoundrel has been watching Ivy for years, and we were oblivious to it."
Victor's voice drifted back, his tone dripping with possessiveness. "I have every right to keep an eye on what's mine."

Ivy Smith is forced to marry Victor Blackwood, a ruthless and cunning man, due to a business agreement between their families. Despite her initial resistance, Ivy tries to make the best of the situation, but Victor's true nature soon reveals itself. He's cruel, manipulative, and has a hidden 

A Contract Not To Fall In Love

"Fuck!" Victor cursed himself, his eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror. "What the hell is happening to me?" 


He couldn't believe he was jerking off like a high school teenager, all because of a woman who was 9 years younger than him. And to make matters worse, she was his enemy's sister. 


"I'm the Mafia King," Victor thought, his mind racing with disgust. "I've killed men for less than this. I've taken down empires with ease. But one look at Ivy, and I'm reduced to this?" 


Victor's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I'm 35 years old, for crying out loud! I should be above this. But no, I'm stuck in this endless cycle of desire, all because of her." 


He thought about his plans, his schemes, and his carefully laid-out strategy to take down the Smiths. But now, it all seemed trivial compared to the overwhelming need he felt for Ivy. 


"What is it about her?" Victor wondered, his mind searching for answers. "Is it her beauty? Her spirit? Her defiance?" 


Chapter 47