Chapter 9 - 9

Tristan reached his home, and the servant opened the door.

"I don't want to have dinner. Just send coffee to my study," Tristan told the servant at the door. He was on his way upstairs when the servant interrupted him.

"Sir uh ….," the servant stammered.

"What?" Tristan asked as the servant pointed to the sofa. Tristan looked at the direction of the servant's finger and saw his grandparents.

"What are you doing here?" Tristan asked standing in front of his grandparents.

"You brat, you did not answer our calls. We were so worried about you. You're always alone. You should already get married!" Grandma exploded.

"Grandma, you have to understand that I don't like anyone. How can I get married?" he tried to explain. He definitely did not want a loveless marriage like his parents had.

"That's why we are telling you to go meet girls. So that you can get to know them and then get married," Grandma explained.

"I am busy. I will try to meet them later," placating his grandparents. 

"All excuses! Do you not want to get married? Aiyyo, we are also so old. We are never going to meet out great-grandchild," she whined.

"Grandma, please," Tristan pleaded.

"We already lost your father, now all we have is you. I just want to see you happily married," Grandma started crying. Their son was in his prime when he died. When grandma heard the news about the accident, she went into shock.

She got sick and was admitted to the hospital. After that, she got more bad news when her daughter-in-law remarried and left Tristan. 

She had always known that her daughter-in-law was not a good person. But she never mistreated her or showed her that she didn't trust her. As long as she treated her husband and son with love, then she didn't need to interfere.

Tristan could not take the bombs that were dropped onto his lap. It affected him deeply. 

The cheerful boy became cold and unapproachable. Tristan lost interest in everything around him, so he concentrated on his studies. And unlike other children his age, he became a loner. He did not have any friends or play with other kids.

He was a teenager when the four aristocratic heirs went on their two year training period. After his training, he came back with friends. She was happy for her grandson.

She knew Tristan never liked anyone. She wasn't asking him for a supermodel, or even a perfect wife, as long as Tristan liked her, it was enough.

Tristan looked at his grandpa.

"Look, Tristan, you're already 32, and you should get married soon. Just meet this girl named Natasha tomorrow. We both met her already, and she seemed like a nice match for you," Grandpa said.

Tristan agreed to go. Hearing them talk about his father made him emotional. He didn't want to add to their pain.

"Good, you don't need to marry her if you don't like her," Grandpa explained.

"What are you saying?" Grandma said angrily and glared at grandpa.

"Listen, we cannot force someone when it comes to the matters of the heart." Unlike Grandma, Grandpa believed that they should not force his grandson's marriage. Sure, he wanted Tristan to get married and settle down, but he didn't want him to be with a person he didn't like.

"Aiyyo, even if we force him to get married, do you think he will be happy," Grandpa said. Grandma kept quiet.

The next day, Tristan went to meet Natasha in an art exhibit.

Natasha was standing next to her painting and was giving interviews. Her paintings were popular. She just came back from abroad, and the reporters are scrambling to interview her. Everybody wanted an exclusive. 

As soon as she saw Tristan she excused herself and walked over to him.

"Tristan Ambrosio, nice to finally meet you," she said with a wide smile.

Tristan just nodded.

Natasha was perplexed. Why is Tristan not falling at her feet? Most men would try to get their attention when they saw her. But this man looked bored. 

Natasha was tall and sexy. She is from an influential family. She was for her painting exhibition. Painting was her hobby, but she found out that people liked what she painted. So she started holding exhibitions all over the world. Her parents arranged for her to go to this matchmaking session.

She knew she was going to be matched with someone from an aristocratic family, so she easily agreed. 

She never imagined him to be this handsome. She was stunned, where was he hiding all this time? 

He had a sculpted face and a sharp jawline. He was tall, and she noticed that their height complemented each other. He had a maturity she hasn't seen in a lot of men that wanted to date her.

"Let's have tea," She took him to her private office on the first floor.

"Tristan, listen…," she said.

"Mr. Ambrosio," Tristan interrupted.

"What?" Natasha asked, confused.

"Do not call me by my first name," he told her.

She felt humiliated.

"I know our parents have arranged this marriage. I was hoping us getting married could bring prosperity to our companies," she said.

"Ambrosio corporations do not need marriage to run their business," he said in a cold tone.

She got angry but did not let it show on her face. She just dug her nails into her thigh.

"I know we do not like each other now. But we have common interests, and we are from good families. We can have a harmonious marriage. We might even end up liking each other later," she said.

She knew that he didn't want to hear about love. But why does he look like he's not even attracted to her? The men overseas fell for her beauty, and they all wanted to marry her. 

She always thought these men were not up to her standards. She had high standards for the person she was going to marry. Tristan seems to fit all her requirements. He was arrogant, and it made him more attractive. 

She always heard gossip about his personality, but now she has experienced it first hand. She liked his arrogance. 

She wanted to marry a very rich family and to be able to lead a lavish lifestyle. She wanted to conquer him, and enjoy the benefits of being Mrs. Ambrosio.

"Well, there will be no marriage," he said in a bored tone.

"Then, why did you come to meet me," she asked curiously.

"I came here because of the demand from my grandparents. Let's tell our families that we do not like each other," he told her nonchalantly and stood up.

"At least finish your coffee before you leave," she said, hoping to spend more time with him.

"I have to attend a meeting," he said and walked away.

Natasha was very angry. Nobody rejects her. Well, she thought, he didn't like anyone else either, so obviously there's still a chance. 

He was cold, but all she needed was some more time to get close to him. Now she needed a plan to make him fall for her.

Nobody can be immune to her charms, not even Tristan.