Free His Discarded Bride: Lied to from birth. Manipulated into marriage. Does love stand a chance? by Melita Joy

show how sorry you are by paying attention to what I have to say. I need an acceptable wife, a hostess and someone who doesn’t need attention every minute of the day,” Leilani seethed, he was treating her like a two-year-old. “I expect you to use those cards.”
    “I would feel odd using them to be honest.”
    “I don’t have time to pander to your insecurities Leilani. First thing tomorrow Camilla will be picking you up. By the time you finish your shopping spree together, you will be a different woman. You will be presentable and ready to make an appearance by my side at the Favalli Ball.
    Leilani felt a rush of anxiety but kept her concerns to herself. He was already showing signs that her insecurities were tedious to him. However, she’d never been to a ball in her life. She would stick out like a sore thumb of that she was convinced. Maybe she would get sick, or she could feign a headache. Renato would probably drag her along regardless of ill health. It would appear that he wasn’t one used to any rejection or disobedience. Dreading the following day she made her way to bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
     
    Renato had tried to work, but the anxiety riddled face of his fiancée kept appearing in front of him making it impossible to concentrate. He had no choice but to push her into this marriage forcefully and swiftly. Vittorio had little patience and Renato was equally eager to secure his ownership of the company. He was not a cruel man, and he had felt some remorse for Leilani. She didn’t understand his world, and she would quickly need to develop a thicker skin if she were to survive.
    He walked over to the liqueur cabinet and poured himself a shot of limoncello. It went down smoothly generating warmth and leaving behind a subtle lemon aftertaste.  Renato just hoped that Camilla would get the job done well in the morning. Leilani would unfortunately not do in her current state. However, as classy and perfected as Camilla was he had doubts that she would be able to come back with Leilani anywhere near as presentable. It would surely take some small miracle.
    Renato continued haphazardly with his work until the early hours of the morning at which point he finally relented and went to bed. He was a habitual early riser and waking up early enjoyed a few moments of solitude in the dining room. He could smell his breakfast being prepared and opened up the newspaper while he waited.
    Sipping his coffee, he heard the click clack of heels on the polished tiles. Unusual as his houseguest did not wear heels, heaven knows why, maybe she was scared they’d make her the slightest bit appealing. She’d need more than a pair of stiletto’s for that to be the case. Being faithful to Leilani was not going to be easy. A discreetly open marriage would be the logical solution. However, she would have to wait until after the birth of their children before she would be allowed to take a lover. He would have no cause for doubt about the parentage of their children.
    “Buongiorno Renato, why the frown so early in the morning?”
    Glancing at his watch Renato ignored the question, “you are very early,” he raised a quizzical eyebrow and continued eating. Camilla was part of his staff so therefore did not warrant an invitation to join him.
    “Well, if the situation is as dire as you mentioned we are going to need all the time we can get. She has transformation appointments starting from eight this morning. Where is our ugly duckling?”
    Renato bristled at the derogatory summation of his fiancée. Although he may have shared the sentiments it was still by no means acceptable for anyone else to air similar thoughts. In a low, steely voice he once again reminded Camilla of her place.
    “Oh for goodness sake Renato, I was only teasing and regardless even if she walked in here now she wouldn’t understand a word of what we were talking about.”
    “That’s beside the point. As my wife, she is to be afforded respect at all