pte
d the audacity to request that I call her "mum." My father has a thing for younger women, and I'm pretty sure that he can find some underaged heiress to woo. So
, right? Holy shit, I am going to have to marry a str
has my father
ha'
. What on earth had gotten into him? To be fair, I can't say, "Who is he, and where did he take my father?" because this is totally something m
me to marry some stranger on the off chance that it will help
ou think about this," my father interrupts, cutting off my
im. It's useless anyway; his mind is made up. He's a stubborn, powe
old, the oldest of three siblings, and he owns a nightclub downtown. There, he's no
ds, but none of it makes any sense. "Christian Matheson," I
ther isn't bluffing. He's not going to back
I need to remain calm, to think clearly. But my stomach is in knots, a
ak. He expects obedience. But I am his daughter, and there's no way in hell I'm doing this withou
n't want to marry someone I've never met. I want to find someone that means something to me, someone I love, and then maybe consider marria
sn't back down. He's waiting for me to break, waiting for
s his arms, his expression cold and calculating. He's probably already planning how he'
voice so devoid of emotion it sends a chill through my veins. "
ultimatum presses down on me, and for a moment, I can't breathe. I
"Your perfect little life will come to an end the moment you refuse me. No inheritance. No CEO position. Nothin
pounding in my chest, and the room feels as though i
no response coming to mind. This isn
l wave. How dare he? How dare he use my future
This is what he's decided for me. The man I thought I knew-the one
sts clenched so tightly that my nails dig into my palms. But it's too late
, his voice colder than ever. "This marriage will happen. If y
he only answer
lly, as though he's waiting for me to crumble. B
respond, he dismisses me
n o'clock. Be there, Sas
ir like poison, and I feel
ady moving on to his next task. Like nothing has h
he weight of his words crash down on me.